They did me wrong,
Those movie makers,
They turned the pages of my life,
Simplified my burning soul,
And undermined my silent power.
Yeah, they dressed me as a warrior maid,
But barely let me wield a sword,
I was not as they depicted:
Bowing tremblingly at sight of Aragorn,
A sighing, love-sick child.
Tolkien had it right, after all
The strong, proud woman he portrayed,
Yes that is who I am.
I was caught inside a cage,
Yet do not forget how I fought for freedom,
I loved, but I was no fool.
My heart did not make me blind
Nor did I, in loving become weak.
They left in me some courage, I’ll admit,
But when I met the Nazgûl lord,
I laughed boldly in his face,
And I think he feared me, ere he died
He thought himself immortal,
But I saw him falter,
Wondering if I had a point.
And there, still wondering, he fell.
For I am no living man:
I am Eowyn.
~ Ilana Reimer