The Last Queen of the North by Flora-lass

The Last Queen of the North

I wed the strange ‘Last-king’ of Arthedain
Leaving my kin; and there ended our line
In battle (and through folly), to my grief.
From such news there would have been scant relief
If not for our young sons - for I must tell
How Arvedui sought to love me well.
The Queen of Gondor he would have me be
Through ancient law and North-South 
unity
But we could not pursue our claIm so far 
While harried by the Witch-king of Angmar.
And now he sits entombed on icy throne
And watches o'er his heirs by Seeing-stone
For, though we live with hardship and regret,
Their right to kingship they will not forget.