Characters: The Rohirrim
Continuing the story of Osred and his family
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
All through the winter Grandmother had cautioned against eating what needed to be sown; yet it was still precious little and Osred would need to scatter it with care.
Then the riders came, bearing barley and oats, just as the ground was ready.
“From our future queen’s dowry,” said one.
Grandmother looked sad. “Éomer King sold himself for these? I hope they grow well, for it was a hard bargain.”
“Sold himself, aye… but not sacrificed,” the rider answered and he winked. “Princess Lothiriel would certainly make me happy enough to stay at home and no longer sow wild oats!”