#aservanofrohan

[imnotbeingfunny-but]

Repeated Beginnings

"I don't see why we all have to go. It's only a drop-off." Allan whined, trailing along behind the rest of the gang as they made their way through the faint forest paths towards Locksley. It was an overcast, dull and unremarkable day and it matched Allan's mood as he complained about as often as he stepped on the thick layer of leaves that coated the floor of Sherwood Forest. None of the others responded to his bitter words, knowing full well he didn't mean them. Although he had expected this, it didn't improve his mood in any way and he was already lugging a heavy sack of bread towards the village, without needing to add the weight of being ignored to his mind. The outlaw shook his head, irritated, and swept his gaze over the surrounding forest.

A flash of silver caught his eye and he immediately stopped. The sack dropped to the floor as he peered through the trees and hissed to his friends: "Guys. Guards. Looks like they've caught someone." All Allan could see through the thick branches and bushes were the figures of two guards and a slight woman who held a bow. The fair-haired man drew his own and looked at Robin, who had crouched down to listen to the encounter.

[eomer-son-of-eomund]

Just In Need Of A Friend (aservanofrohan)

It was the thud of hooves that signalled the arrival of more people into Edoras, and soon the sight of three horses appeared over the crest of the hill. On the one in the lead rode the king, Theoden, and to his right rode his son and heir Prince Theodred. On the same horse as the prince was a small girl with long blonde hair, only around seven years old. The finaly horse held a boy of around eleven, also with long blonde hair and a grim look on his face that seemed out of place and too old for one so young.

The king had notified everyone that the children of his recently deceased sister Theodwyn, the young Eomer and Eowyn, would be coming to live with him after the tragic death of their parents, and here he was, as promised. As two of the three drew to a halt, the third carrying Eomer did not. He seemed to spit out a few words before continuing on on what was clearly his horse, directing it to the stables himself with a scowl. Even at his age, he seemed to be a fair master of the horse.

Once in the stables, he dismounted, leading the horse into the stall and untacking it with a gentleness unseen by any in Edoras as of yet. It seemed to calm him however, repeatedly brushing the horse's hair, making sure all the tack was shining and clean and even pulling an apple out of his small bag to feed to the tall beast.