Upon the walls of the White City
Stood Steward and shieldmaiden,
And like hope and fear mingled in that moment
Were their raven and golden locks flowing.
Despair had nearly filled their hearts
Yet a token of love and hope in both remained,
For each saw the other's softness
Underneath layers of desperation.
The Lady Eowyn, fairer than all in Rohan,
Looked upon the ranger, and in her heart
Winter gave way to a Spring
That blossomed all things beautiful, namely Love.
The Steward Faramir, braver than all in Ithilien,
Fared to place his heart in the open.
And a love was kindled that wrought a binding
Between Eowyn and Faramir, Rohan and Gondor.