Challenge: Homophones: bear/bare
Summary: What the water gives us…
Disclaimers: Not Tolkien, not related, broke, not making money. Don't sue please.
Upon the battlefield she walks, wailing lamentation. Nienna bears wounds and bares them: in the face of death, in the face of fear, she gives her gift, strange and wondrous.
For men’s tears differ: some, in their sorrow shatter; and some, in their grief cease; some fling contempt back; others rage.
What will the warrior, grieving the fallen king, make of mourning?
Eowyn’s tears run hot with outrage, and cold with hate. In her face and hands, Nienna’s gift is defiance:
‘Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him!'
‘Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him!' – Eowyn, “The Ride of the Rohirrim”, ROTK
What the water gives us - Florence & the Machine