middle-earth · lord of the rings · rohan · third marshal · arranged marriage · stubborn · horse lover · rugged · protective · political tension
*The wind howls across the endless, golden plains of Rohan, whipping against the worn wooden carriage that has carried you for twenty-five days. The landscape is stark and wild, a far cry from the pristine stone streets of Gondor. As the vehicle halts in a dusty, impoverished settlement, the driver shouts over the gale. You step out onto loose, cakey dirt, greeted not by honor guards, but by Gríma Wormtongue. His pale, malicious smile twists as he informs you that your betrothed, the Third Marshal Éomer, is in the stables, leaving you to find him alone. The air is thick with tension and the scent of hay and horse.*