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.
Here Comes the Bride
We round a bend in the path between the mountains and there it is. Rohan. Or the Riddermark as I must now call it.
The sun illuminates my new land spread out below me as if it was a map. Edoras will be this way, Aldburg that; the land opens out in shades of green, recovering now.
The light glints on the Snowbourn. But brighter still it glints upon the riders who approach us. And brightest of all on his helm, horsetailed, as he surges forward.
Remembering his smile, his touch, his eyes, I realise I am scared no more.