Mordomin in Rohan

[Mordomin]

::this is the second chapter of Mordomin 2.0::

When Mordomin awoke, he saw that he was still within the forest of Fangorn, but in a place that that he did not remember. He lay within a small clearing, but he could see that trees stood all about him.

Then he noticed that one of the trees was looking upon him, with eyes that were at once curious and yet endlessly patient.

Mordomin said, “Either I am dreaming, or I behold an Ent.”

The Ent said, “You do not dream. I am an Ent. Willow-wand is my name. And you are an Elf.”

Mordomin said, “Yes, I am an Elf. I am called Mordomin.”

Then Mordomin saw that the Ent had a blackened stump where his right arm might have been.

Mordomin said, “You attempted to remove my glove while I slept.”

Willow-wand said, "Yes."

Mordomin said, “I am sorry for your injury. I would have spared you of it were I able.”

Willow-wand said, “Branches regrow, in time. I have called for the Master of this Forest. He shall decide your fate.”

Mordomin said, “I doubt that.”

Then Mordomin fell once again into slumber. Willow-wand stood his watch.


When next Mordomin awoke, he found an Ent once standing over him. This one was much larger, and older. It muttered to itself in a language that Mordomin did not know.

At last, Mordomin said, “You are not Willow-wand. Who are you?”

The Ent then straightened and said, “I am called Treebeard. Those who are not Ents say that this is my forest. And who might you be?"

Mordomin said, “I am called Mordomin.”

Treebeard said, “Yes, so Willow-wand has told me. And so I came.”

Mordomin said, “If you knew my name, why did you ask it of me? Is your friend Willow-wand someone whose word you do not trust?"

Treebeard said, "I trust the word of any Ent over the word of someone like you, Master Mordomin. And if I doubted the word of Willow-wand, I needed only to look at his withered limb to know that he spoke truth."

Mordomin said, "Then I am afraid that I do not understand your purpose here."

Treebeard said, “I think that you do understand me. For you call yourself ‘Mordomin’, yet the people that named you called you ‘mori-mon’, did they not?”

Mordomin did not speak for a time. Then he said, “Yes. That is what I was called. How do you know this?

Treebeard said, "It means 'dark path', does it not?"

Mordomin said, "Yes."

Treebeard said, “I think that names are important, do you not, Master Morimen?”

Mordomin said, "I prefer Mordomin."

Treebeard said, “As you wish.”

Mordomin rose up, and looked at the old Ent more closely.

"I know you," Mordomin said. "The memory is old, but I do know you. Can that be?"

Treebeard said, "Hoom, well now, I have walked in many lands. Some that have sank beneath the seas, some in which the forests have not endured. Many elves have seen me, and had speech with me."

Mordomin said, "You walked through Dorthonion, to a hill called Orod-na-Thôn. And there you met an Elf."

Treebeard said, "Hoom, yes, a pleasant fellow, though as quick with his sword as his harp. I remember it. We sang together for a time."

Mordomin said, "That Elf is dead. Cursed by Sauron, he exists no more among the living. Do you understand?"

Treebreard said, "It shall be as you say, Master Elf."

Mordomin then said, “What is to become of me?”

Treebeard said, “The Ents do not know.

“And because we do not know, I return to you this sword, and I will take you to the bounds of my forest.”

And then Treebeard laid before him the sword Erufel.

Mordomin reached out with his left hand and took up the blade.

Mordomin wrapped his fingers tightly about the hilt of Erufel.

Mordomin said, "I thank you for my sword. But why do you do this?"

Treebeard said, "Do not think it an act of kindness, master Elf. I want you out of my forest. And I want my forest out of your tale."

Mordomin said, “I see."

Then Mordomin said, "What can you tell me about this sword?”

Treebeard said, “Nothing that you do not already know. The wisdom is in the blade itself. “

Mordomin said, “To the borders of your realm, did you say? To that I am willing.”

To the borders of Fangorn Forest Treebeard bore Mordomin. And, true to his word, he set the Elf down there, unharmed.

Mordomin said, “Where is my horse?”

Treebeard said, “Seek for him among the Horse-lords. Your beast will have run to them.”

Mordomin said, “And where shall I find them?”

Treebeard pointed to the southeast. "They have a camp, there." Then Treebeard added, "I should warn you, they do not take well to strangers."

Mordomin said, "How I weary of hearing that!"

Treebeard said, "Perhaps if strangers did not burn the limbs off of those who sought to give them aid and comfort, they would be greeted more fairly."

Mordomin had no answer to that. He strode away, Erufel slung over his left shoulder.

Mordomin arrived at the edge of the Rohirrim camp at the Fords of Isen near dusk that same day. They were a mere handful, but they were full of suspicion of strangers. They took from him his sword and knife and bound him, and led him to their captain.

At last, one walked in to the tent to whom all others deferred, and Mordomin liked him almost at once.

“Unbind him, you fools!” cried the Rohirrim-lord. “Bring for him a chair at once! Bring food and wine!” Immediately his hands were freed, and his sword and knife were restored to him.

Then directing himself to Mordomin, he said, “My apologies, lord. We are used to treating strangers roughly in these times. The fault is mine; pray do not hold it against my people. My name is Erkenbrand. How may I be of service?”

Mordomin said, “My name is Mordomin. I am from Rivendell. I came here in search of my horse.”

Erkenbrand said, “We are horse-lords, not horse-thieves. If your horse is amongst ours, we shall surely turn him up for you.”

Mordomin said, “Do not mistake me! I came here in hopes that you were harboring him. I should be grateful for that. We were separated at a dire moment; wolf-riding orcs were pursuing us from the Gates of Isengard. I barely escaped into Fangorn Forest after dismounting. I sent Rocco – my horse – away, and hoped that the Orcs would follow me. So they did, but I had no time to see how Rocco fared.”

Erkenbrand said, “Wolf-riders from Isengard, you say?”

Mordomin said, “Yes.” After watching the expression of Erkenbrand for a time, Mordomin added, “This does not surprise you.”

Erkenbrand said, “No, it does not. I have been warning Edoras about this for some time. My warnings fall on ears that do not want to hear.”

Mordomin said, "It was not known in Rivendell when I left there."

Erkenbrand said, “That does not surprise me. News of Rohan comes slowly to Rivendell."

Then Erkenbrand said, "What are your intentions, Lord?”

Mordomin said, “I do not know. The Gap of Isen is clearly more perilous than was supposed when I set out. Perhaps I would do better to cross your land and then take the pass over the Mountains.”

Erkenbrand said, “If that is your intention, then I can give you a safe-conduct to Edoras. But you must go there to seek the permission of the King to cross Rohan.”

Mordomin said, “It is but a little out of my way, and I would be pleased to see Edoras. I have not walked this land since your folk invaded it.”

Erkenbrand said, “We prefer the term 'settled', my Lord.”

Mordomin said, “I do not doubt it.”

Erkenbrand clapped his hands and cried, “Bring forth the black gelding for Lord Mordomin!”

“Hold!” Mordomin cried. “My horse is grey, and no gelding.”

Erkenbrand amended, “Bring forth the grey-colored stray that we took into our herd the other day, the one with saddle-bags still upon it. Cut it out, re-saddle it, and make it ready outside of my tent.”

Erkenbrand looked at Mordomin. “I am sorry for testing you. These are uncertain times.”

Mordomin said, “I choose not to be offended. I would urge caution upon you, except that you already seem to sense the need.”

Then Erkenbrand caused Rocco to be led before them, and Mordomin mounted. Mordomin took into his hand the safe conduct that Erkenbrand had promised.

Erkenbrand said to Mordomin as prepared to ride away, “Tell them how things stand here in the West. Perhaps they will believe an Elf-Lord where they do not believe me.”.

Mordomin said, “I shall tell them.”

Erkenbrand said, “Go then, and bring to the King the news that you have brought to me. And do not mention me in your tidings, if you can avoid it, for he disdains my warnings. Speak rather to his son, Theodred, if you can. The King is old, and dislikes counsels of war. Above all, beware of the King’s counselor, Grima. All but the King call him ‘Wormtongue’, which I think should tell you enough about him.”

Mordomin said, “The dynastic struggles of a kingdom of Men are hardly my concern. However, I shall convey your news.”


Only a few hours from the camp of the Rohirrim, Mordomin became aware of a pursuit. He slid from the saddle and drew the sword that Erkenbrand had given him; Erufel remained on his shoulder. He smote Rocco upon his hindquarters.

Mordomin said, “Go ahead of me to Edoras. I will meet you when I can.”

Rocco, obedient to his master, trotted off.

Then the wargs crested the hill. A dozen at least. Seeing Mordomin, they sent up a howl, and descended upon him.

Mordomin drew Erufel. Now he held a sword in each hand.

Mordomin said, “Come on then, brutes. I await thee.”

The wargs could scarcely have known it, but Mordomin held wolves in particular emnity since his captivity by Sauron in the First Age. They swarmed across the hilltop and attacked.

Mordomin cried out, and struck back, his swords whirling and slashing.

Mordomin slew several of the wargs with his first strokes, but one of the dying entangled his legs, and he fell. Still he kept his swords above him, slashing.

Nonetheless, the press of bodies threatened to overwhelm him.

Then suddenly, the press was no more.

With an ear-splitting cry, Rocco joined the fight. Head lowered as though he were a bull, he scattered the wolves that crowded above Mordomin, then set about trampling them, or slaying them with his hind hooves. He even took one of the wargs in his teeth by the scruff and tossed him aside.

Freed from the weight of the wargs, Mordomin stood, swords in his hands and fury in his eyes; those wargs that were still capable ran away. Mordomin slew all who were unable to escape his reach.

At last, Mordomin wiped clean his blades and sheathed them. Then he looked at Rocco.

Mordomin said, “You disobeyed me.”

Rocco merely blew through his nose and looked at Mordomin placidly, swishing his tail.

Mordomin said, “In the stable in Rivendell, I said to Laia that I saw little of Rochallar in you. I see that I was wrong. While you resemble him little in form or stature, you have his heart. I shall call you Rochallar hereafter.”

Rocco blew again in agreement.

Mordomin then said, “Let us go together to Edoras, Rochallar.”

And they walked together for a while.

Eventually Mordomin mounted, and so they travelled to Edoras.

His reception in Edoras was hostile, as he expected. Prior to the camp of Erkenbrand he had not been amongst the Rohirrim, although he had heard tales of them. He approached the town with his hands held open, and the “good conduct” that Erkenbrand had given to him held prominently forth. This gained him access to stables, food, and rest.

In the early morning he was roused, and marched with little ceremony to go before the King. His swords were taken from him, and his armor he lay aside in good grace as in exchange he was clothed as befitted a courtier of Theoden. Then he was allowed to approach the King, and partake of his board.

Theoden said, “Seldom do these halls see one of the Fair Folk in these days. Not in all my days, nor in that of my father, have we seen such.”

Mordomin rose and bowed. “And yet you have not forgotten us,” he said. “Which cannot be said of all folk whom we once befriended.”

Theoden said, “I take your words kindly. But come! My knights are impatient for a tale of the Elves! Will you not at least tell us your own?”

The roof reverberated with cries of ‘Tell, tell, tell’, until it seemed as if the hall must collapse from the sound alone. At last Mordomin stood, and shook his silvery head.

Mordomin said, “Of myself I do not sing, for it does not bear singing”, but swiftly holding up his left hand, he added, “but I know a tale that you might appreciate.” And with that, Mordomin sang to them in a clear voice a story of great beauty and great craft, of peril and despair, of fall and redemption, and most of all of hope beyond hope. And when he was done, the King nodded approvingly, and his knights cried out, and banged their fists upon the table until its heavy timbers shook. For Mordomin had sung a brief version of “The Lay of Leithian”, and although he had denied it, his own tale was wound up in it.

The next day, he awoke to servants waiting to pour him his bath, and serve him his breakfast. He partook of both, and then, again clad in raiment provided, attended upon the King. He told his news of Rivendell, and of the Orcs and wargs near Isengard, although he withheld the tale of the Ents, saying only that he had spent a week recovering in the forest.

Theoden scowled during the description of Saruman’s treachery.

Theoden said, “You speak much as another who recently passed through these lands. Tell me, master Elf, do you know a wizard that goes by the name of ‘Gandalf’?”

Mordomin said, “I know of Gandalf. He passes through Rivendell, where I make my home, from time to time. But I do not claim to know him well. He has passed through your lands recently, I collect? That is news to me.”

Counsellor Grima cried, “You lie!”

Mordomin said, “You shall take care of the words that come forth from your mouth, Grima Wormtongue. I have been warned against you.”

But Grima said, “You claim to come from Isengard, and yet you tell the same slanders as did Gandalf Stormcrow only days before. You are clearly in league with that wizard, seeking to set Rohan against Isengard.”

Grima then turned to Theoden although his word were still aimed at Mordomin, and he said, “You mean to set friend against friend, just as Gandalf did! Admit it!”

Mordomin said, “I shall do no such thing, Grima Wormtongue! Erkenbrand warned me about you.”

Grima cried, “Erkenbrand!” and he pointed an accusing finger at the Elf. “See lord! He is in league with all of those who would poison the goodwill between Isengard and Rohan!”

Mordomin said, “I will not be spoken to in this manner, in any hall. Bring me my sword!”

The King cowered before him, and would have constrained his counsellor. But Grima had silently ordered forth the King's guards, who now stood near to Mordomin.

“Strike, fools!” Grima cried.

The two guards behind Mordomin struck him behind the head heavily with their spear-butts. He crumpled to the ground, and his light was extinguished.

The senseless body of Mordomin was dragged away to the dungeons below Edoras.

Grima said, “And there let him be forgotten, my lord. For he was working against you, taxing your strength. Disturbing the rest which you have earned after long years of service to your people. Had you let him, he would have turned ill-guest and horse-thief, just as that accursed wizard.”

Theoden nodded. “Yes, that is right. Thank you, good Grima.”

Over the next several months Eowyn would visit Mordomin from time to time, and bring him news, and such supplies as she could.

On one such occasion, Eowyn remarked that the health of her uncle seemed to be in decline as before.

Mordomin said, “It was within my power to break the curse that he was under. It was my pleasure to do so, since there is a reckoning yet to come between that Wizard and I.

“But it is beyond my power to prolong the life of a Man beyond his appointed time.”

Eowyn said, “Theoden is old, it is true. But I feel that his years are being stolen from him again.”

Mordomin said, “What proof of this do you have?”

Eowyn said, “His return to vigor, after you had broken the spell upon his Rod.. He is now rapidly declining to his former self.”

Mordomin said, “I fear that what you tell me is that the spell is placed up the King himself.:”

Eowyn said, “Can you not help him?”

Mordomin said, “I do not see how. Can you bring him to me, or I to him?”

Eowyn said, “No.”

Mordomin said, “Then I cannot know what ails him. And not knowing, I cannot know if I can be of help to him.”

Eowyn turned to leave.

Mordomin said, “Do not despair, Lady of Rohan. Your enemies do not wish to slay your King. They want him alive but malleable, so that he will sign all the orders that they wish. Were they to kill him, Theodred would take his place, and he might not prove so amicable to their designs.”

Eowyn turned and said, “Strange it is that you should mention Theodred. He left Edoras this morning, at the head of many troops to secure the Fords of Isen.”

Mordomin said, “That is bad. There can be little doubt that this move is already known in Isengard; perhaps it was even planned there. No doubt Saruman will assay a counter-stroke or ambush, with the object of slaying the heir of Theoden and thus making stronger their hold upon Rohan.”

Eowyn said, “Cold is the comfort that you offer to me, Lord Mordomin.”

Mordomin said, “Only a fool would come to a dungeon seeking comfort.”

Eowyn slammed the door to the cell behind her. The gaoler came and locked the door.


For most of the next two months, Eowyn seldom visited with the prisoner.

On one of those occasions, Mordomin said,”You may have heard that foresight is given to certain of the Eldar.”

Eowyn said, “So it is told.”

Mordomin said, “A great misfortune is about to befall you. But you must have courage and endure, though it seems beyond bearing. For an unforeseen change is coming.”

Eowyn said, “And this change is for the good?”

Mordomin smiled. It was the only time that Eowyn had seen him smile. “Oh yes.”

Eowyn said, “Then I shall endure it.”

When next Eowyn came to the cell of Mordomin, she was full of wrath.

Without preamble, Eowyn said to Mordomin, “Theodred is dead.”

Mordomin said, “I foretold to you that a great misfortune was about to befall you. You promised to endure it.”

Eowyn attempted to strike Mordomin. He caught her fist in his left hand.

Mordomin said, “No, my lady. There is one more grief that you have to suffer. But then there is unexpected aid to come.”

Eowyn wrestled her arm away from the Elf.

Eowyn asked, “From you?”

Mordomin said, “No. But you may rely upon my word. Help unlooked-for is coming.”

On the next day, Eowyn returned to the cell containing the Elf called Mordomin.

Eowyn said, “I do not know why I come here.”

Mordomin said, “I do.”

Eowyn said, “My brother is imprisoned, even as you are.”

Then Mordomin said, “And he shall be released. As I shall be.”

Eowyn said, “You are mad. Theoden-King would never release you. And he condemned my brother himself.”

Mordomin said, “I agree. Theoden-King will never release me. You will. And Theoden will reverse himself in respect to your brother. Did I not foretell aid unexpected?"

Eowyn said again, “You are mad.” But she did not sound so certain.

The next day, Gandalf the White arrived in Edoras, accompanied by Aragorn, and Legolas the Elf, and Gimli the Dwarf. Then Gandalf lifted from Theoden-King the spell that had been laid upon him, and removed Grima Wormtongue from his presence. Eomer was restored to his place as a Marshall of the Mark. And the next day, Theoden-King rode with his army to Helm's Deep.

Theoden-King charged Eowyn to take the people left in Edoras to the refuge in Dunharrow.

When Theoden had gone, Eowyn ordered that the prisoner known as Mordomin be released, and all of his arms and weapons be restored to him. And even the horse Rocco, that Mordomin called Rochallar, was returned to him.

Eowyn rode forth, leading all that could go from Edoras to the refuge at Dunharrow, as her king had bade her. Bringing up the rear of her column was an Elf-lord on a grey horse.

[Mordomin]

Mordomin said, "How I weary of hearing that!"
::pause::
No laughs?
Well, I had fun with it.

[Doncoriel]

Originally Posted by Mordomin

Treebeard said, "Perhaps if strangers did not burn the limbs off of those who sought to give them aid and comfort, they would be greeted more fairly."

I enjoyed the section. And this line the best.

[Mordomin]

Oh, you're just saying that to prove you just read the whole thing.

Kidding!

Actually, while I went with Mordomin not responding to that jibe from Treebeard, there were several alternatives that I toyed with, but rejected. In no particular order, he might have said:

"Really? You think?"
"I'll take it under advisement. I make no promises."
"So, injuries suffered while treating cursed Elves is not covered under the
Fangorn Forest healthcare plan?"
Similar: "If I ever come into any wealth, I'll pay Willow-wand's deductible."
"I regret your friend's injuries, but it hasn't been a 'walk in the park' for me, either."
"Give my regards to Stumpy, the next time that you see him."

[Doncoriel]

Originally Posted by Mordomin

"Really? You think?"
"I'll take it under advisement. I make no promises."

If you had decided to continue the conversation I like these lines for inserting some dry wit.
But I think you chose well in letting your character simply walk away with the sword. It created good atmosphere, and was a nice end to the section.

[Mordomin]

There is a substantial (if I may say so) update to the story. I would appreciate your opinion of it.

At this time, I can only point to "Stirike Fools". But other utterances no doubt will occur.

[Mordomin]

By the way, this story contains the vindication of Macliel's choice of the name for Mordomin's horse. Great choice, Mac, and you see how I have eventually used your backstory as well.

I remember how flustered Mac was when I first told her that I was going to use her idea in my stories. Like I was some sort of "rock star" or something. Well, yours Mac was a great idea, and if I may paraphrase Tolkien 'it grew in the telling'.

Also, Eldanuumea's character Laia is mentioned in this story. This is a nod to the fact that I owe Elda a lot of appreciation for having gotten the story this far.

[Michael]

Just curious. You mention that Mordomin is dragged away to the "dungeons below Edoras". Were you being intentionally vague? I know Eomer was imprisoned somewhere in The Lord of the Rings but I don't believe they ever describe where he was being held. Apparently not in Meduseld itself.

[Mordomin]

Originally Posted by Michael

Just curious. You mention that Mordomin is dragged away to the "dungeons below Edoras". Were you being intentionally vague? I know Eomer was imprisoned somewhere in The Lord of the Rings but I don't believe they ever describe where he was being held. Apparently not in Meduseld itself.

Why do you say so? Why would Meduseld not contain dungeons? And why would that not be where Eomer was being held?

[Michael]

Well, Meduseld is compared to Heorot by many Tolkien scholars, and Heorot was an idealized version of a classic northern/Scandinavian hall.

Technically, a dungeon is a tower (originally donjon) or keep from the Norman French motte-and-bailey style castle. Somehow through usage people came to associate the prison of the tower (a gaol) with the tower itself (ala "The Tower of London", I suppose).

What many people think of as "dungeons" would be more like holding cells or maybe oubliettes (holes in which prisoners could be kept).

However, Tolkien does use the word "dungeons" in the same sense as you. In "A Journey in the Dark" (in The Fellowship of the Ring) Gandalf says: "I alone of you have ever been in the dungeons of the Dark Lord, and only in his older and lesser dwelling in Dol Guldur." It was there Gandalf met Thrain and received from him the key and map to Erebor.

But I don't think you can compare Meduseld, a king's hall, to Sauron's fortress on Dol Guldur. There could certainly have been a holding cell underneath Meduseld (which was built on a hill) -- perhaps a storage chamber or indeed an oubliette of some sort. Or maybe there was a lockhouse somewhere else in Edoras.

I don't know.

I was simply curious about where you imagined the place to be.

[Mordomin]

To answer your question, I do imagine the dungeons to be underground. They need to be proximate to the Hall, so that Eowyn can visit Mordomin without attracting undo notice.

But your point about Heorot being the model for the Hall of the Kings of Rohan is well-taken. And I don't recall it having dungeons or donjons. That is to say, towers or basements.

[Michael]

It's your story. Don't let me be the critic that guides you, so to speak. There is plenty of room in Tolkien's lack of detail for you to put the dungeons where you think they work best.

I appreciate the clarification.

[Mordomin]

I figure that Edoras had several detention possibilities, depending on the crime. An above ground jail, such as is seen in movie westerns or the Andy Griffith show, where people who were deemed dangerous were confined pending trial.

I think that lesser criminals (thieves, pickpockets, hen-teasers, etc) were simple shown to the gates.

However, I think that political prisoners such as Eomer and Mordomin must have been held in a more secure place. Thus the dungeon.

It is likely that these underground places were not originally delved for the purpose of imprisonment, rather for the storage of goods against the event of siege. But in some cases, certain of these rooms were converted into a sort of oubliette.

[Elenmir]

Originally Posted by Mordomin

I figure that Edoras had several detention possibilities, depending on the crime. An above ground jail, such as is seen in movie westerns or the Andy Griffith show, where people who were deemed dangerous were confined pending trial.

I think that lesser criminals (thieves, pickpockets, hen-teasers, etc) were simple shown to the gates.

Hen-teasers?

But while it does not argue for dungeons directly, it is clear that Eomer was being held somewhere close by. Less than a full page goes by between the time that Gandalf tells Theoden to summon Eomer and the actual appearance of Eomer. He must have been being held very near, unless the Rohirrim have a teleport technology of which I am not aware.

[Eldanuumea]

Originally Posted by Mordomin

By the way, this story contains the vindication of Macliel's choice of the name for Mordomin's horse. Great choice, Mac, and you see how I have eventually used your backstory as well.

I remember how flustered Mac was when I first told her that I was going to use her idea in my stories. Like I was some sort of "rock star" or something. Well, yours Mac was a great idea, and if I may paraphrase Tolkien 'it grew in the telling'.

Also, Eldanuumea's character Laia is mentioned in this story. This is a nod to the fact that I owe Elda a lot of appreciation for having gotten the story this far.

You mean, you are not a rock star? Hoom.......
I greatly enjoyed this installment. It reminds me that it's been sinfully long since I took up LOTR for a reading.
Rohan has ever been my favorite place in Middle Earth. "Thorongil in the Mark" was the piece I most enjoyed writing.

[Mordomin]

Originally Posted by Eldanuumea

You mean, you are not a rock star?

Ok, okay, Je Suis Un Rock Star. I need to re-visit the rider. The only thing I'm getting now is beer and peanut butter sandwiches. Hardly rock star fare, IMO.

On the other hand, I am da Pope. And that counts for something.

Originally Posted by Eldanuumea

I greatly enjoyed this installment. It reminds me that it's been sinfully long since I took up LOTR for a reading.

I agree. Rohan is one of the best places to play, writing-wise. I don't know why that is. Maybe that is why I having such hard time getting Mordomin OUT of there, LOL!.

Originally Posted by Eldanuumea

Rohan has ever been my favorite place in Middle Earth. "Thorongil in the Mark" was the piece I most enjoyed writing.

As for Thorongil, you were ever an Aragorn fan. I've scolded you about that overmuch, and praised you not nearly enough.

[Mordomin]

I added quite a lot to the Tale of Eowyn and Mordomin. I hope that you like it.