Challenge: Homophones: rowed/road/rode
Summary: Oromë taught her to hunt…
Disclaimers: Not Tolkien, not related, broke, not making money. Don't sue please.
Ere the Sun he rode the world. And when he found the Quendi, he saw their need and showed them the hunter’s arts.
Írissë remembers those stories. She remembers hunting in Oromë’s wake in Valinor, and his first lesson: Against the Dark Horseman, you must be ruthless.
She has rowed on every road since: fought brother, cousins, the twisted orcs, Valaraukar – where she finds the Dark Horseman’s trace, or compromise with it, she’s pitiless.
Ondolindë looms before her and her son: the world without lies under darkness, so she prays:
Oromë, make me your hound – bring the Hunter’s wrath home!
Note: I know, I know, Aredhel is, um, not like this in canon. This tags off of fanon I've developed for myself.