rohan

I have seen them.....Only once though..
They were riding through the lands South-Eregion close to the border to Dunland, wearing green armour and holding green banners with symbols and elements of horses.
They rushed past us in the woods, with long goldenhair and grave expressions...Men and women side by side..
My father called them Rohirrims - horselords of the lands of Rohan, scouting lands at their borders. They are known to be fierce and wild, and wellknown for their horses.

Traveling all by oneself can be a dull affair. Morhan knew that very well by now. Thus, when upon reaching the Great West Road going from Gondor towards Rohan he came by a caravan heading towards Edoras, he eagerly tagged along. The safety in numbers didn't hurt either, especially when the caravan was being escorted by a detachment of Gondorian soldiers; The escort of a young man from a Gondorian noble family. Morhan wasn't the first to get the idea either, as there were already a group of other assorted travellers.

Clack; the sound resounded through the sparing trees. Clack; it echoed and grew more fervent and confident. Clack; the definitive sound of wood striking together. The sound dripped across the fields, it wavered in strength and tone as it fluttered along the breeze, but clearly the noise was being dampened by something.