((Inspired by Siggald his post I wanted to add a little story as well. This is not written as an offense at all. I'm well aware of the level gap that keeps many from RPing in the region they want. I hope Turbine finds a solution for this RP issue.))
The messenger boy ran up the white stone stair with unmatched speed, through the stone hallways of Minas Tirith he ran bearing a message for one of the high ranked commanders. The boy mustered his courage and knocked on the door. A solemn voice was heard on the other side "enter". The boy appeared before the commander who was wearing a black garment with a symbol of the white tree displayed upon his chest. He looked at the boy and smiled "Ah, I hope you bring good news on this fine day". The boy started to sweat and his knees were trembling "M-mylord I... I... eh.. ". The commander smiled still "Calm down just take a breath and say what you have to say". The boy gulped and started to focus on his message he inprinted in his mind "mylord, Osgiliath has fallen."
The commander his expression suddenly froze and forgot to blink with his eyes, after an uneasy pauze "Fallen? Fallen! Wha.. what! how!?". The boy trembled uncontrollably and stuttered "Your captain mylord, h-he d-deserted you... a-and his men followed him". The commander turned red of fury and walked up to the boy who cowered in fear against the white stone wall. The commander grabbed the boy by the throat and pushed his head against the wall he spoke almost whispering with a supressed anger in his voice "Deserted me? DESERTED ME!! Tell me boy, where is the captain now?". The boy struggled under his grasp "P-please lord I'm just the messenger, North! they went North! The captain mentioned h-his duties were required north!". The commander kept a firm grip "What!? He thinks Rohan is in a more dire aid than our lands! eh?". The boy managed to shake his head "no mylord! further north! They deserted you, they rode out to the aid of Trestlebridge... ". The commander released the boy and looked at the boy in disbelief "Thestle... what? bridge? Thistlebridge? What is this nonesense!"
Suddenly another Gondorian barged in the room "Mylord I bear grave tidings about your daughter!". The commander looked up and was dumbstruck by now "My-my daughter what about her...?". The man spoke "She left mylord, ran away... she did not like the man you chose her to marry..". The commander was so enraged his thoughts were circling in his mind "What is this! Ran away! Is this a joke, yes are all fooling me are you not!?" The man looked at his feet "No mylord, she is trying to make her way to Bree. To find her true love and to be free from your clutches, those were her words when she ran out the main gate".
The commander dropped himself in his chair and tried to organise his mind again while muttering "Thistlebridge, Bree, it makes no sense... ". The boy spoke up and coughed politely "Let me search for them mylord, I always wanted to see the north...". The commander stood up from his chair and walked to the window, in the distant he saw Osgiliath. The shadow of Mordor had stretched his black hand over the old city, smoke was now rising from Osgiliath. In the back ground the messenger boy was still yapping " .... there is this famous tavern called the Prancing Poney, Oh I love to taste the ale there! You must have heard of it, no?" A single tear appeared on his cheek as the commander stared at the smoke rising above Osgiliath, and the talk of the boy continued buzzing in his ears like an annoying fly . "... and not to mention I heard there is a festival every month!... come join us mylord, we should all go to that place! We are tired of war!..... "
