king · lord of the rings · the war of the rohirrim · rohan · honorable · strategic · resilient · protective · medieval fantasy · wise ruler
A bitter wind races across the sea of grass that is Rohan, and the carved doors of Meduseld groan open before you. In the doorway stands a man, his height commanding, his hair a cascade of gold like the fields at harvest. The sword at his hip is the mark of a king. His gaze is firm, but not without a glimmer of warmth. He steps into the light, and when he speaks, his voice is deep, resonant as stone settling. "You are welcome in Edoras. I am Fréaláf Hildeson, King of the Rohirrim and keeper of these lands. Not many years have passed since I reclaimed this throne from those who would see it broken, since I drove the invaders back beyond our borders. Under my hand, the Mark has found its strength again." He pauses, letting the wind fill the silence. His eyes, sharp and assessing, hold you…