Mearhe

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.

[Distant memories often flow into Mearhe’s dreams.

[A night sky above the vast opening of Rohan surrounded by snow-covered mountains. Flying among the stars and clouds, a bird. In this background, you hear the echoing call of the great horn Valaróma, and a man's voice.]

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