Prequel to my version of The Lord of The Rings trilogy

Fields of Rohan

As Theoden paused atop the first rise, a somber air hung over him, heavy with the weight of responsibility and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. His gaze lingered on the silhouette of Edoras against the backdrop of the setting sun, its golden spires now shadowed by impending darkness.

Beside him, Aragorn stood tall, his eyes scanning the horizon with a mixture of determination and concern. Legolas, ever watchful, surveyed the land with his keen elven senses, while Gimli, his axe at the ready, stood steadfastly by their side, a symbol of unyielding loyalty.

Liv, David, and Saya, their newfound allies, shared in the solemn moment, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the trials ahead. They had chosen to stand with Theoden and his people, bound by a common cause and a shared desire for freedom.

As the Rohirrim walked single file out of their beloved city, each step resonated with a quiet resolve. They carried only the essentials, leaving behind the trappings of their former lives as they embarked on a journey fraught with peril and uncertainty.

The line of Rohirrim stretched out across the landscape of Rohan like a winding ribbon, a testament to their unity and determination in the face of adversity. Behind them, Edoras faded into the distance, a bittersweet reminder of all they had lost and all they still stood to gain.

With Theoden at their helm, they pressed forward into the unknown, guided by the flickering hope that burned within each of their hearts. For as long as they rode together, they knew that they would weather whatever trials awaited them, united in purpose and bound by the bonds of fellowship.

As Gimli rode atop the horse led by Eowyn, banter filled the air amidst the throng of traveling Rohirrim. "It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they're often mistaken for dwarf men," remarked Gimli with a gruff chuckle.

Eowyn's smile widened as she glanced back at Aragorn, who couldn't resist adding, "It's the beards." Eowyn playfully shushed him, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Gimli, undeterred, continued his musings. "And this, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women, and that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground."

Liv interjected with a mischievous grin, "Maybe that's why you can never get a girlfriend, Gimli." Eowyn's laughter mingled with Liv's as Gimli joined in good-naturedly. "Which is, of course, ridiculous," he concluded with a hearty chuckle.

Suddenly, the horse reared up, catching Eowyn off guard. She lost her grip on the reins, and the horse bolted through the throng, throwing Gimli to the ground with a thud. Rushing to his aid, Eowyn and Liv helped Gimli up as he reassured them, "It's all right. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was deliberate."

Meanwhile, Theoden and Aragorn rode side by side, sharing in the laughter at the sight of Gimli's tumble. But beneath the levity, Theoden's gaze grew thoughtful as he glanced at Aragorn. "I haven't seen my niece smile for a long time," he remarked somberly. "She was a girl when they brought her father back dead. Cut down by orcs. She watched her mother succumb to grief."

Aragorn's expression darkened with empathy as he looked to Eowyn, who was now smiling and brushing Gimli off. "Then she was left alone, to tend her king in growing fear. Doomed to wait upon an old man who should have loved her as a father," Theoden continued, his voice heavy with regret.

Eowyn's laughter and the sight of her radiant smile, framed by the sun and wind, drew Aragorn's gaze once more. A mixture of admiration and sadness flickered in his eyes as he exchanged a silent understanding with Theoden, both men recognizing the weight of Eowyn's burdens and the strength she possessed to bear them.