#eohere

[dunadaneth]

        Rations from the start of their journey had dwindled, and procuring more along the road had becoming increasingly important. Dunland was hostile, the territory unfamiliar- but Rangers did what they did best, and scavenged off the land, with the occasional kind soul from the other clans, should they have enough to spare that did not go to Orthanc itself.

        An apple she pulled from her rucksack, making her way towards the edge of the camp where a few of the horses stood restlessly. No doubt from the unwelcoming forest. But her eyes caught the hulking form of the Prince’s steed- more beast than horse, many hands taller than most, and she offered the apple, a small smile gracing her lips. Soft were the words, accent lilted in the speech of elves learned long ago as she held it up. “Tolo, av'osto.”

plotted starter for @eohere​

[warhornofgondor]

@eohere

Go to King Theoden in Rohan. Become acquainted with our allies. They will be needed before the end.

Denethor had given Boromir a mission that he was only too glad to see through. He could not keep the smile from his face as he and his guard, Baramdir, raced the last mile towards Edoras. High on her golden pedestal she stood, waiting. The Rohirrim flags flapped in the steady wind that blew across the plain, bringing the Gondorians with it.

At last they stood before the gates, announced themselves, and were escorted to Meduseld. The long winding path to the hall were filled with new sights, and scents. Broad shouldered Rohirrim eyed the Gondorians suspiciously. Boromir politely nodded, trying to take it all in. In his mind he thought back to when he was a boy summering in Dol Amroth. A visit to Lossarnach had given him a temporary companion in Theodred, the prince of Rohan. Boromir remembered those few days with him as exciting as the two boys played and attempted to best each other. The prospect of seeing his old friend had only made this journey more enticing. Would Theodred be here? How much had he changed in ten years? 

[lost-in-tolkiens-universe]

Rohirrim for @tolkiengenweek day 6!

This turned out very different from what I planned due to lack of time.

[valorshwn]

           “If you want the truth of it, I am much more fearful of your cousin’s wrath than yours.”

@eohere​ II sc

[elerondo]

starter for @eohere

   ELLADAN WIELDS THE RING for Lord Elrond’s departure to Lothlorien to meet lady Galadriel. He would have left as swiftly as he came if not for the lady’s passing remark of a certain Marshal Prince. It was so set in his heart that he decided on the detour before he set out for it, dismissing the guards ( to their vehement protest ) save two of his best captains: Runaduin leader of the Wardens, and Hravanis, his commander. Elrond did not wish for anyone else to be implicated in his decision.

   They took the mountain pass, splitting from the rest of the Elvish escort, because Entwood was too vulnerable. Though Elrond was not without his swords strapped to his back, vigilance was up kept at all times for such venture into warring lands. The trio make for the Fords, following the fluctuating humidity and never resting until they could catch the whiff of blood and rust in the air. Where was the son of Theoden?

[valorshwn]

@eohere​ sent a raven: "I've heard rumour that you were caught /dishonouring/ my wounded cousin at the peak of the city for all of Minas Tirith to see Faramir, a falsehood I HOPE?" from Theodred 

           His expression holds, though his gaze is quick to find the other man’s. “I took you to be a man who was not so quick to believe a rumour.” Which is what it was a rumour. At least when it came to the part for all eyes of Minas Tirith to see, more or less. Not that he was going to admit that. “Never would I do anything to dishonour the lady Eowyn.” That was truly spoken in its entirety. 

           “So aye, tis only a rumour.” He was however going to have to have a word with the fair lady about the men of her family seemingly cornering him when he was least expecting it. 

[marblecarved]

@eohere sent a letter to théodwyn of rohan: ‘‘ all i ask in return is: take as much care of yourself as you can. ’’

prompt: fellowship of the ring.

❝ Théodred... ❞ Théodwyn starts to say, but then her voice falters, stumbling on some emotion she doesn't quite know how to name. Feeling it lodge itself in her throat, she swallows, though with a bit of difficulty, and blinks at her nephew.

When he told her he was going to leave in the morrow, she asked him to travel quickly and without fear, and then to promise to be safe; Whatever she thought his answer was going to be, it's clear that it was not this. Théodwyn slowly leans back into her chair, placing her elbows on the armrests at either side of her and, intertwining her hands on her lap, she takes a moment before trying to speak anew. ❝ I… I will, ❞ a nod accompanies her words, slowly, at first, but then with more conviction and strength. ❝ I promise I will, nephew, ❞ a promise for a promise, one that she can, she must, keep.

[starsspin-a]

        He’s no older than six or seven, still wide eyed and inquisitive. Most days he is a rather well behaved little prince, but like all children there are days where he is bored and restless, and refuses to listen to any sort of direction. Today happens to be such a day and he has his nurse on a hunt looking for him as he dashes from one hiding place to the next. He is still young enough where the best places to hide are still accessible to him. He pokes his head around the corner, to check to see if all is clear when he spies his uncle. The older man is wrapped in mystery to Elfwine, though he could not understand as to why. Perhaps it was one of those things he would understand when he was older, even though it was never an answer he liked to receive.

        Elfwine hears a distant call of his name and any shyness he might have vanishes as he rushes out into the room. Always best to be found with family, he had come to find, the scolding was less harsh--not that it is harsh to begin with--sometimes he can even wiggle his way out of it all together if he is lucky. 

         “Uncle Theodred,” he calls out, his voice full of laughter as he runs up to him. “Uncle Theodred will you take me riding?” It is his most frequent request, mostly to his parents as he is not yet old enough to go off on his own. Elfwine seemingly forgets to mention his escape, one he hopes is not mentioned as he looks up to his uncle with a look of pleading hope. “Please?”

@eohere​ elfwine for theodred ;; sc