Judgement

The ranger rose and cried out, his powerful voice catching the wind and piercing the thunder of the galloping hooves.

As a flock of birds, whirling and wheeling at sunset, men and horses moved as one until the travellers were enclosed by a moving circle of power and death.

A hundred spears held them.

The three hunters remained silent. The fate of the quest teetering on the judgment of one tall Horselord, as finely balanced as the bright sword he gripped with his iron hand.

Éomer, Éomund’s son. A man of clear mind. His love and trust would condemn him.

LBJ