Rohan's riders

The land was wet, moist with morning dew and last night’s rain. Droplets of water exploded in every direction each time their horses’ feet hit the ground and the plains echoed with the booming sound of their powerful gallop. As one they rode through the cold misty morning, Rohan’s riders, children of the wind.

Lothíriel turned her sparkling eyes out on the fields, where Eomer was leading his company to properly greet Theoden’s procession. There was the caring man that had only shortly ago left their midst, now resplendent in his powerful presence.

And she knew she was in love.