Gwendolyn of the Eldar

Many long years ago,
Two piquant sisters of the Eldar,
Gwendolyn and Winifred, of the forest realm,
Took up the cause of defending the Eldar and Men
From the curse of the Ring Kings;
And supported their brothers in the First Ring War.
Elrond was not sanguine about this quest.
Winifred and Elrond’s daughter needed taking in hand;
And there was Gwen traipsing along with her brother,
Harolde, in the fool errand of helping Men against Orcs.
The ambush happened before the river about the great white city.
Men fled at the first screeches and screams of Sauron’s foul beasts.
The slaughter was swift and horrible. Gwendolyn was one of the first of the Brave to face the attack and therefore one of the first to fall. Harolde soon after. Men who survived streamed back into the towns. Elrond was right, Men were weak. This would not be the last time he would utter this sentence. Yet, Arwen had marveled at her aunt’s fierce support of her brother in their aid to Men fighting the dark storm of the Ring Kings. She too, in time, would take up men of the Middle Earth’s cause, especially in the case of one man, Strider, the moody ranger and ex-royal from the northlands. But that was a far away Time; much later to happen. Gwendolyn’s might passed on through the generations, never to be forgotten.

In honor of Gwen Perkins, the closest I’ll
ever come to meeting someone of mythic esteem.

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