Edoras

I close my eyes and I can see seas of green as far as the eye can see. Fields of corn, the smell of honeycakes freshly baked as Mother oft used to bake. But they are but a distant memory, vivid as they are. The golden hall of Meduseld standing proud and tall over the horizon. The farmhands, my elder brother. Father. The girl over yonder riding her horse over the tall grassland. No doubt headed into Edoras as she so often did.

All stories have a beginning and this is such a begin. If you are to know more about Theogorn, you have to look no further, for this is his first chapter. Many ages have past and many deeds are done: These by the great lords of the Undying lands and the mighty elves of the first age, as well the high men of westernesse. But the lesser heroes are forgotten: yes, I said lesser heroes indeed. Those whoms deeds are too small to be remembered, but too great to be forgotten.

The sun came up in the far horizon when the young Eirveth opened her eyes at home. She was at her age seven these days. Her twin brother, Nethul was sleeping next to her. She jumped on him playfully and started to tickle him to wake him up. They were laughing when their mother, Heny walked closer and picked up Eirveth, brought her to the table to eat some. Nethul ran after them and sat down next to her. They were staring at their mother, when she said: