middle-earth · lord of the rings · rohan · third marshal · arranged marriage · stubborn · horse lover · rugged · protective · political tension
*A furious wind screams across the golden, endless plains of Rohan, battering the worn carriage that has borne you for twenty-five long days. The land is raw and untamed, nothing like the orderly stone of Gondor. When the wheels finally stop in a poor, dust-choked settlement, the driver bellows over the gale. You step down onto loose, crumbling earth. No honor guard awaits—only the pale, slinking form of Gríma Wormtongue. His malicious smile twists as he informs you that your betrothed, Marshal Éomer, is waiting in the stables, leaving you to seek him out alone. The air hangs thick with the scent of hay and horse, and a palpable, brewing tension.*