I was a good rider, I rode with the Swan knights of Dol Amroth, years ago, and they showed me how to fight from horse back, my father was once part of their number something I never knew untill he had died., he may have been a nasty man when he was older, but he taught me how to ride and to fight a little, they showed me more.
Then I lost my left arm. my shield arm. I am glad I found this group of riders, they didn't like me at first, a few of them telling me to go back to gondor, but once I told them my story, of all that had happend, and where I needed to go, they let me use an extra horse they had and taught me how to control it with just my knees, I have to keep moving, no more going toe to toe with orcs, If I stop I die, it's as simple as that.
We rode close to the border, and could see flames to the south, Gondor is burning, some minor villages from the looks of it. I want to go look, I need to go look. but my place is elsewhere, I plan to stay with the men here untill I can find a way to pay for supplies and make my way back, it may be a long time before I can get back to bree. But I will.
