From the land of Rohan. -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: From the land of Rohan.

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Eomer

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Date Posted: 15:47:17 06/01/02 Sat

The group had been riding since the sunrise the previous day. The horses had become weary, as had the riders, yet still Minas Tirith was not in sight.

Eomer looked over at his wife, Lothriel, who rode tall and proud upon a pure white stallion. Her long brown hair framed the perfect symmetry of her face and rippled over her shoulders down to the small of her back. Before her sat Elfwine -their young son. He was alseep, curled up against Lothriel's delicately swollen stomach, one small hand grasped her mantle. A golden curl sat upon his brow.

Lothriel looked up and Eomer smiled gently, a small smile which she returned with almost a nod of thanks.
"Are you tired? Do you wish to stop?" Eomer asked her, concern on his face. But she merely shook her head in reply.

The afternoon sun shone brightly through the green leaves of the woods and bounced back of the blue waters of Anduin. To his right lay the dark mountains of Mordor - a dead country. Event he sight of the place made Eomer shiver inwardly. But soon they would reach the nearby country of Gondor.

There were many people at Minas Tirith who Eomer wished to see. Mainly his beutiful sister, Eowyn. Elfwine had never seen his aunt or his uncle - Faramir the Steward of Gondor. Among them, Elfwine would also see all the character's out of his father's adventure stories - Legoalass the brave elf, whose skills with a bow surpassed elves and men alike; Gimli - the proud dwarfven warrior who had slain countless orcs with his mighty axe. And Aragorn and Arwen. The king and queen, whose story was that of Beren and Luthien. A human and a she-elf who had forsaken everything to be together.

A grin light up Eomer's face as he thought of these people, and so he rode on.

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