Eorlingas

I didn't expect a warm welcome, but to sit behind bars is just preposterous! Why!? They called us friends of the witch, the witch of the elf-kind. I was being dragged through their cursed forest against my will, blindfolded and even gagged as they couldn't stand my grumbling. It was humiliating to surrender myself to their kind. We should have taken the river and go around that forest. Either way the men of Rohan, who I thought were my kin, locked us up for it.

Meadwine and Meadowyn had before fought among the ranks, on foot. And the wars brought them to the lands further East, to Gondor. There the two fought side by side in many  battles and they were a fearsome two, potent soldiers upon the front.

When Redwick and Therwen had made their way to Snowbourn the had sun had begun setting behind the mountains, the skies with orange and beautiful; few clouds flew above them and the skies were almost clear. 

Curse ye foul fiends for the havoc you wreak upon us! Etheswitha cursed bitterly as she in vain tried to keep up with her main group of travelling companions. The wind battered and sieged through the chill cold of Caradhas the Cruel, swatting Etheswitha around endlessly. She smacked her head in her foolishness. This wasn't what she had expected! How was she supposed to survive this weather in nothing but cold armour and a steel Greatsword, whose blade could shatter at any moment?