It was a large but simple farmhouse, standing just outside a rather small but typical village in the Southern crofts called Garsfeld. Many people lived and worked there tending the fields. The crops were traded with Snowbourn and with western parts of Rohan if the crops yields were good. Our mother Freia worked there every day together with her younger brother Brenthelm, our uncle. There were also stable boys, and lads of other families working on the fields daily now, it was the harvest season.
I ran out of the farm house looking for my younger brother. I spotted him sitting on a fence overlooking the grass lands. I ran to him while I fetched a stick that lay on the road "Aru! Aru! lets play Rider!". Arunel jumped off the fence and quickly grabbed a stick while we started running around and smashing sticks at eachother as if they were swords. We got distracted as we saw a group of riders coming towards the village. We ran towards the last fence hoping that our father Argath would return from his duties. When the riders came closer we saw one banner with a symbol of the white tree. It was our grandfather ... Fernmir.
Fernmir dismounted and three other riders that accompanied him wearing plated armor and darkblue capes stayed close to him. Fernmir always looked dashing with neatly decorated robes. We ran close enough to take a closer look at the warriors who joined him, standing clearly in the way. Fernmir gave us nothing more than a glance as he pushes us aside causing us to fall on the grass "Get out of my way!" he added brash. He walked to the farmhouse alone, where our mother and uncle were having breakfast. Me and Arunel looked at eachother as we ran after him to the farmhouse, eavesdropping near the door.
We couldn't hear the words, but soon after Fernmir entered the farmhouse there were raised voices between our mother and our grandfather. In the end our mother was crying, but we both did not dare to enter the farmhouse. The door opened and our mother with a face full of tears and anger strode off towards the crop field. After a while our uncle came outside sighing heavily. When he noticed we looked up at him he gave us his familiar friendly smile "dont worry my little nephews, he will leave after a few days again". He gave us an assuring pat on our heads as he walked of the fields as well. We simply continued pretending to be one of the soldiers that accompanied Fernmir.
