Mearhe , Daughter of Fengal
A poem for Mearhe by Duncadda
Although she is not a woman of violence, Mearhe is not wholly defendless. When riding and traveling, she carries a sword named Meaegling in a leather scabbard strapped to her back. Do not let her peaceful demeanor fools you, she is a woman of Rohan. If necessary, she will kill you. A finely crafted saddle bag filled with the tools of her trade and other essentials, follows Mearhe wherever she goes. A set of embroidery needles and yarn of different colors. A water flask. A knife. Small pouches for loose herbs, resin, and tea leaves. Honeyrose balm, a small piece of charcoal, and some parchment. Spare clothing, a comb, and rations.
Born from a fair mother of humble roots and a Rider of Rohan father of pride. A loyal daughter she was, a subject of her fathers’ life. She spent her early years learning from the one man she could not aspire to become. In the dreams of this child, she often saw herself by her father's side, riding free, sword in hand, to defend her beloved land.
Thrust into womanhood, she was trained young in the art of weaving by her mother. Unable to follow Fengal, she served the next best thing. Folcadda a trusted friend and close warrior-brother of her father. From task to task she followed without question, from the menial tasks of shoeing horses and scraping rust from a blade. To the dangers of road-side bouts with orcs and enemies of Rohan. She learnt much of war and suffering, but little of life itself. Like most of her people she cannot read or write, but has learned to sing, and she likes to draw.
In her prime, she is a true woman of Rohan. Strong, proud and wise. She has mastered her temper and honed her mind. Despite the age difference, she was married to Folcadda but no child came from their union. According to local rumors, evil magic, a course, and elves were to blame. Her days spent in service of husband lord, until his sudden death. Years of serving and submission came to an end, and a new day lead to more promising prospects for a brighter future.
Mearhe's destiny has placed her by side of her man Duncadda. Both scarred by darkness and shadow, they walked together the healing path of the Whispering Forest where their love for one another grew and blossomed under the watchful eye of the an ancient tree called The Lord Of The Forest. They are now forever bound together and starting a new life in a small village called Bancross at the outskirt of Edoras.
The Tales of Mearhe and Duncadda
Hearsay and Knowledge
- Her love for Rohan knows no bounds
- She is superstitious, and believes in spells, and lucky charms
- She fears elves, but is also curious about them
- Unable to write, she uses sketching to record tales, and songs
- She enjoy dye-making, and embroidery
- Her father Fengal and her late husband Folcadda served in the Royal Guard
Winfara, Son of Winhelm - Head of Mearhe's Household
Windaru, Son of Winfara - Son of Winfara ( 17 years old )
Gwenna of Aldburg - Maid
Art : Concept Art for Beowulf (2007) © Paramount/Warner Bros
Her parents Fengal and Meafled
Enemies of Rohan