For Farawyn....:):):)

King Theoden deals with the problem of trying to console his newly orphaned niece....A triple drabble!

~*~Orphan Eyes~*~

In your sea-colored eyes
I see the stillness that follows
the storm which has wrecked
a craft too new and unformed
to be yet sea-worthy. 
I hear neither cry nor reproach
nor pleading, nor questions;
I see only depths unfathomable,
as you stand with furled hair,
with clenched hands and heart
staring down at white flowers
scattered over silent mounds
that rise and flow in grassy billows
far and wide.  Your world
now lies therein, a sunken treasure:
silver, gold, pearls, riddles
gleaming galleons,
stilled ballads, vanished legends
which I alone discern
in the bottomless wells
of your unseeing eyes.

In mute abandon
they ask of their King:
Why did she leave me?
Why would she follow
my father into the deep?
My need surely
was greater than his.
A girl caught between
child and woman
has sorest need
of mother's counsel.
Was she disappointed
in her wild lass
who found her greater joy
in the song of her quick blade
and racing her brother
on wind-glazed plains
than in learning the dry arts
of household matters?
Whose eyes will smile
upon me now as I reach
with upturned face and hands
to catch the bright rain
of maidenly blessings?

And what boon now
can your King grant
stricken before a sister
once tall and singing, stilled
by death's favorless lust?
How can he cast hopeful blossoms
into your orphaned eyes
when they wither
at his slightest touch?
He can but try
to guide your feet
to their truest palace
among the great ones
who may instruct you
in the ways of valor
and renewal, and hope
time may teach you
to smile once more
and unearth fresh treasures
so an old man might call you daughter
and find his true royalty
in the sunlit tide
of your sea-colored eyes.