Naredhyl Silvershire of Rohan
|Residence||Traveler, but owns a house in the Bree Homesteads|
Riders of the Riddermark
When Naredhyl was very young, she was a trouble maker. A whole cake would turn into a half. A loaf of bread would go missing. A womans dress disappeared (that's another story entirely). She lived in a cozy good size house near the gates of the hill fort Edoras in the Fields of Rohan with her three other noisy brothers. They all wanted to become blacksmiths or royal stable hands, but she made a lifetime devotion to becoming a Rider.
She would sneak out of the house every night and practice her aim, then her skills on fighting while mounted.After quite a few years of this routine, she had become a minor stable hand and was taking care of a pregnant horse named Leola. Her new foals names where Bear and Rowenna. Bear was hers. She practiced fighting, and he practiced courage. They came to the kings home, and after some persuasion, she managed to become a Rider of Rohan.
After years of battle, blood, and glory, the day came when a big war with the orc riders would change everything.Naredhyl rode off to war with the other warriors, waving happily to everyone on her way to the field.When they got there the war began. Riders and horses fell next to her, not enough orcs did. At the end, almost all of the riders where dead, most had managed to flee.But after falling off Bear and blacking out for who knows how long, she didn't have that option. Some goblin scouts where traveling across the field, checking for any living warriors, one coming straight toward her. She half crawled half ran to the forest where Bear waited.
A couple years after that frightful day, Naredhyl had traveled to many places from Moria's murky caves to the happy land of the Shire. She almost never when into towns or villages, because the lived mostly off the land and bought few possessions. Bear has always been with her and is braver in any fights she encounters. Hunting has always been her passion. Naredhyl is very rich with dresses made of the softest silk and hauberks made of the toughest leather. She even found a beautiful house south of Bree.
Lead a small mounted gaurd
May your soul be as free as your horse's.