Prompt: "And he did so with a heavy heart..."
It was always windy at Edoras. The wide open plains did little to break up the howling gusts and it raced across the grass and rock laden landscape unrestricted. The wooden structures of the Rohirrim capital creaked under the usual strain and the many banners struggled against the poles they were bound to.
It obnoxiously blew any living creature's hair about and the people made constant efforts to keep their faces clear of their own hair. They had become so used to it that windblown appearances were usual and accepted.
The pastures filled with the finest horses were all stationary, eating the grass at their feet, but their manes and tails danced erratically, making them appear to be running at the fastest gallop.
That was a picture easily pained for an outsider to observe when looking into the city and Eomer did so with a heavy heart.
"May the wind always be at your back, Eowyn. Stay Strong." Eomer said as he glanced over his shoulder towards the place he once called home. He was not even able to say his goodbye to his beloved sister before Grima convinced his king to banish him along with this men.
Though it was foolish, he hoped that somehow the wind would keep his words safe and deliver them to his only true remaining family.