I lie in bed and listen to the rain
Falling outside, gently tinkling
Lulling me to sleep in the darkness, yet I fight it
As I am too busy thinking of times lost.

I pick up my notebook, papers falling
And blindly grope for my pencil, used for a failed sketch
I look at the poem I am writing in calligraphy
For my sister, a gift from afar.

I look at the greatest love story ever written by the poet,
Thinking of my own lost love
As the rain and winds grow louder and stronger
And I am taken back to happier times.

I remember the rainy nights I used to lie awake, dreaming
Of him, thinking about our life together
A rush of excitement runs through me, I am to be his wife!
Looking forward to our countless years of domestic bliss.

But, alas, it was not to be
I am empty, lost, like Lúthien
Without her Beren, the Sundering Seas between us lay
He is forever gone to me.

Yet he says he still loves me, and I him
And maybe we could be again one day
But am I stupid hoping a fool's hope?
Or am I too good for him?

The rain is furious now, as is my anger
How dare he! Ingrate! Fool! Bastard!
Does he not know what he has lost?
Or am I lucky that he is not mine after all?

It is hard to let go, it has been months
Yet I cannot, we share far too much
Blackmail material, and he was one thing I had
That no one - not even She - could take from me.

But now we are best friends and I am
Slowly forgiving, but I shall not forget
I know my fate lies elsewhere
Than just being a housewife with children underfoot.

Five weeks until I am in the real world
I am scared, but I will and can make it
On my own, the world awaits me
Everything is at my feet for the taking.

It is late, and the rain falls still
I must away to sleep
Who will I be in my dreams tonight? I will be
Éowyn, the Shieldmaiden, the Steel Lily of Rohan.

I lie in bed and listen to the rain
And marvel at how things have changed for better
Or for worse - and these words.
Did I just write this?