rohan

This piece of a Rohirric lay has been hastily scrawled onto the back of a parchment listing fulfilled shipment orders. It seems to have been translated to Westron from it's original language, although there is no source text to be found anywhere, suggesting that whoever had been translating this had memorized the lay by heart. The contents of the poem appears to be a lament of sorts, written during the Long Winter of the Year 2738.

When War Claims All (T.A 2738)
Translated by Eadmund, Son of Eadyg

Today I walked to my mailbox again. I really hoped that I got a mail today. It is now nearly 4 weeks at least ago that I heard anything of the Red company and their journey. I remembered their departure here very well. I was going to stay here, but the first few days I have made with them. We all gathered by the southern gate, the most logical place for a journey south.  When we were all gathered, Adilyr led us a few hundred meters from the town. There Arstelle led the company away to the destination.

The Red Company has been asked to help Rohan in its war agains Isengard and we have answered.

Some of our most seasoned members have gone to Rohan, to deal with the traitor and his army. Our leader, Adilyr, and our newly appointed officer Arstelle, have gone to the land of the horse-lords alongside with Aldbein, Helrenthrad, Prithbo, Nanteana, Ancthan, Cembur and myself, Diringul. We left Bree with our beloved officer Meriya, Theogorn and Fallburg. They will stay in Bree and watch over her surroundings with the rest of our kin, while we're fighting in the south.

the fellow Morgannon left and we sat all by the fire with the comfort of home in an armchair by the fireplace, with an ale to drink and a pipe to smoke. after A call of war from this stranger, adilyr quickly summoned all kinmembers for a greater meeting, to discuss the journey. also, some other things were done. the final members who were there after some were gone and others have arrived were Adilyr, Meriya, Nanteana, Arstelle, Cember, Ancthan, Diringul and myself.

I looked to the other side of the table. Adilyr, our honorary chief of the red company, studied a parchment. he took it from a battered leather scroll case. my attention was drawn to it. he just suddenly had it and I wondered what we was reading. "From where did you get that one?" instead of answering the question, Adilyr mumbled: " This missive I have received, is grave. But we had better wait until our kinsmen gather. But it is a message from Halbarad." I sensed that today something strange was going to happen.

A baby brother. He was going to hav a baby brother. He scampered along his familiar paths through the wilds to the nearby grove. He waved to the blue birds in their nests, scared a pair of rabbits with his joyous proclamations, and in general, spread his childish humor to all his usual friends. Finally he lay breathless, staring up at a picturesque blue sky, speckled with white fluffy clouds, framed by the green boughs above his head. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had woken up in Valinor.

Fraethwyn leaned heavily against the oaken doorway, peering into the deepening dusk. “Where could he be?” she murmured under her breath. A strong calloused hand rested itself on her shoulder.

“He will be back soon. He always is.”

“I know, but… why does he insist on staying out so late?” She laid her own hand on that of her husband’s, who stood behind her. “It’s not safe…” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Rohan. A land of rolling hills, proud kings, and fast horses. A land of tradition, and honor.