Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Rider of Rohan |
| The stranger's height and dark hair marked him as a man of Gondor, but he spoke in an oddly accented Common Speech. "I am new to the third éored, and need equipment for that company." Thengel's armorer shouted, in Rohirric so that the stranger could not understand, "Do we have any horses big enough, Frélaf?" His companion looked up and grunted with surprise. "A few. But with these dark-hairs King Thengel favors, we'll need more. Or we can chop the riders short, maybe." From the gleam of those keen eyes, the armorer wondered if the man understood Rohirric after all. |