Two Queens deserted by ford_of_bruinen

Two Queens deserted

I am so tired
as I sit beside her
in this darkened room.
She will allow no lamps
of Feanor within her halls,
nor is she fond of fire,
perhaps remembering the Spirit
that took so much;
her husband, her oldest son and daughter
all her grandchildren.
She rarely speak,
nor does she seem to remember
that others too
were left behind.
I too lost husband and children -
none of mine returned.
Her hands are still soft and fine,
mine has grown callouses
in the time that has gone
both in the time of darkness and now
when the stars are returning.
So many left, both men and women,
although more women stayed
than did men.
I feel the burden of my husband's house
upon my shoulders
as I struggle to give aid,
to rebuild,
to reshape,
and beyond all
to give hope.
My law-brother rules here now
yet he is torn
between the city and the shores,
and so no one else
sees only the city
and the growing misery
that they left behind.