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The War-Horn

Over hills and meadows,
Under sun and azure skies,
Through rain and rushing wind;
Ready men on leather saddles
Riding lightly armored horses,
Steered on by leather reins.
Men holding bearded axes,
Some holding hilts of swords,
Others holding steel-tipped spears,
And shields with painted suns.
Green and brown their garments,
Leather belts around their waists,

The following morning saw us all still in something of a shock. Ethel laid in bed for some hours, until Ymma brought a midday meal to the bottom of the stairs to tempt all of our empty stomachs. Even then, Ethel was not her usually hungry self. She picked at the bacon, eggs and mushrooms without her usual passion. But she spoke with us. She was ‘alright’ she said, and just glad we and the animals were safe.

This story takes place a few days after When the dust has settled, when the family has just returned to their home again.

My hands rummage through the drawers of my former home in Floodwend. It isn’t much, but it’s still home. We travelled here once again, to finally bring all of our belongings and ourselves to the farm where we’ll live henceforth, Ethel, Yllfa, and I. It’s not an easy thing to have so many memories thrown back in your face, simply by opening a wooden drawer.

I do not know why I'm writing this. I seem to want to collect my thoughts and keep them, for later, perhaps.

My mother passed away last night. I knew this day would come, but it still pains my heart very much. I sit here by a table next to her bed, looking at her peaceful face and I weep. Both for the sorrow of losing her and for the joy of my parents being once again reunited.

Ride, ride, ride, Men of the Mark!

Hear the horns, heralding their time,

           Daylight strengthens in the skies over Edoras, although far-sighted eyes can see a darkening wall of gloom beginning to climb over the edge of the world from the East.  The people of the city are shaking off the dreadful passage of the Flying Terror that swooped over Meduseld, before winging its way west and north towards Isengard.  Once it passes out of sight, the Rohirrim se