"That, I guess, is the language of the Rohirrim," the Elf commented, "for it is like to this land itself; rich and rolling in part, and else hard and stern as the mountains. But I cannot guess what it means, save that it is laden with the sadness of mortal men."
a thought struck me, seized me, possessed me for three days and suddenly i have this on my hands. for rohan, and of course, the royal family of rohan itself. colour grading is from an expired kubrick daylight film.














