Tolkien Fan Fiction<^>Fell and Fair
By:ElenaTiriel

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3002 Third Age

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The Emyn Muil 3002 Third Age Éomund of Eastfold, Chief Marshal of the Mark Oh, Béma! "Retreat!" I shout. "Ambush!" 'Tis a relief to hear a horn convey the command rearwards. Some of my men may yet escape.... But they are too many.... "Fight! For the Mark!" I think of my family, and grimace as I recall spinning fireside tales about the Grey Ghostriders. But only trusting children can rely on rescuers from legend.... The Orc-swarm closes in. Ne'er will I see my fiery Éowyn grow, nor fearless Éomer become captain. Let his reputation not bear the brand of my rashness.... The blackened Orc-blade finds its mark at last. Remember me, Théodwyn, my love!