Somewhere between Breeland and Lone-lands

Being the record of Applecider Bolingbroke, cunningly coded in shorthand, for debriefing & delineation by the Honorable Bounders at the Hunt’s conclusion … (unless get very lucky, and can avoid paperwork) …. 

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"I love you." It was simple enough yet complicated to say, and so when it came from Isulril's mouth, she found herself shocked. "I love you," she had insisted.

She remembered the day as though it were yesterday, when her lord had come to the apartments he had kept for her, when he was sitting in his study there, looking through some documents. He had looked up at her, apparently somewhat stunned by the admission.

04 - Hooded allies

She was going home.

Shadows fall and darkness stretches over Rohan, its reach growing longer still. The free and proud people of the Mark face enemies from the East, from the West and from the South. Orcs, Uruks, Dunlendings, and even a hidden and secret one, the great Enemy of Middle-earth is trying to break their spirit, their will to fight, long before his armies come forward.