Honour

I am a woman of peace, of good order, of enough for all. So I was raised, so do I still live. I see no benefit in chaos, and poverty of goods or of spirit. We are the Rohirrim, the Horse-Lords, and by that title should be honourable and trustworthy, else what is a ‘Lord’ but a baying dog not wanting his bone while depriving it from others? 

Lissilana had been away from Bree-land for entirely too long. She thought, after having her image of someone she loved, that leaving was the answer. That what happened was a sign for her to leave and do good elsewhere.

Stitches. He was back in Bree-land, while Dru was on her way to Gondor. It was as if fate was ever telling them to stay apart. As if some force continued to separate them from each other. She had given her word, and even his return could not bring her to break it.

It was an early morning in Dol Amroth when the gates of the great city opened and 20 riders came out of it, their armour and weapons were shining as they reflected the light of the warm sun. The children of the city ran after them I the opposite direction of their school, watching as the first patrol of the day started. Somewhere in the front lines was a man with a wide smile and gleaming eyes, his name is Ingrandor, a boy that breathed for the army, the passion for honour and duty was instilled into him from his early days.