Hello there. It has been a very long time since I last played The lord of the Rings - The Third Age, but I always wanted to write something, because I did not really like the ending of the game. I hope you enjoy my first chapter and that you will stay tuned for more to come. :)

If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own The lord of the rings (it's too awesome^^) or The Third Age.

Ride into the future

She was nervous. It was unusual to see such a strong woman like her, wavering. Even in all the numerous battles she had fought, there had never been such a moment like this. She felt as if she was about to do a very serious mistake. But fearless as she was, she had taken the challenge head on before realizing what it had really meant. Freedom would become unreachable and she would be like all the other women in her age. A housewoman. But it was too late to change anything about that agreement. The whole thing would take place in a few weeks. What she was talking about? Her marriage with Berethor.

Her husband-to-be had told her that he would sent someone to Edoras to accompany her, even thought she had told him it was stupid and she knew very well how to fight. But Berethor was right about the danger that would await her on her journey to Minas Tirith. Her new home.

She glanced upon the old huts of Edoras. After the final battle and the destruction of the ring, she had helped rebuilding the huts and began living with the people of Edoras. It had been a good choice, she felt happy living with the horse-men as they were called by the other people of Middle Earth. But soon she would have to put her axes away to begin a life in a household. Her thoughts drifted to the strong gondorian soldier. Berethor had been living in Minas Tirith after the war and had plenty of work to do. He had been relieved to see that many of his people had missed him and thought him dead.

Her hand that held the letter became a fist and she closed her eyes to remind herself of his words in the letter.

My dear Morwen, in a few days, there will be an old friend to accompany you to Minas Tirith. I trust him and I think you will soon agree with me. Although peace has returned to Middle Earth, I think you know as well as everyone that the streets are still dangerous to cross alone and I don't want anything to happen to you. Take care and I hope we will see each other very soon.

Berethor

Captain of the Citadel Guard of Gondor

Morwen sighed deeply. She hated nothing more than people who worried about her. It was not necessary. She was not weak and had slain so many orcs, trolls and other beasts during her last big journey, there was nothing to scare her anymore!

The only thing she needed to have for such a journey was a good horse. She had finished packing her things after a couple of minutes, because she had only a few things to take along. Shouldering a leather bag, she glanced a last time at her home, before closing the door behind her. Nodding to herself, she went to the local stables.

It was not as if she despised Berethor or the idea of marrying him, but now that the war had been over for six years, she had finally been able to enjoy life in those peaceful years. It felt as if she was giving herself up for a life that she didn't want to live. Her whole being struggled against the idea of marrying the gondorian soldier. But she had agreed to this foolish idea six years ago. Why? Perhaps because she had been on the blink of death if Aragorn had not saved her? She wasn't entirely sure and right now she even wished for Idrial to take her place. Morwen did not know if the elvish woman had left Middle Earth like the rest of her people, neither did she know where the rest of her old group were right now. A deep sigh left her lips and she tried to shake the solemn thoughts off.

On her short way to her destination, she met a few women in colourful attire with their children. A small smile was on her lips when she greeted them. It was refreshing seeing children with smiles on their face instead of horror and sorrow like it had been the case a few years ago. Like in Helms Deep.

Shaking her head she opened the door to the stables and was greeted by a warm air and the comforting horse smell she liked so much since she had lived in Rohan. Glancing in a few boxes, she stopped in the middle of the small corridor to see the horse she had been looking for. Even though the horse looked rather similar to all the other horses she had seen in Rohan, it was a strong mare with red brown fur and a white line on her front.

"Hello there girl. Would you like to accompany me to my new home?"

The horse snorted and Morwen had to suppress a laugh. If someone would have asked her the same question she might have snorted too. Caressing the horse's nose she looked around for a little snack or perhaps a sign with the name of the horse, but couldn't find anything of the sort.

"You know what? How about I will give you a name?"

The horse shook her dark brown mane and looked at Morwens hair as if to analyse if it was eatable or not. She tugged her pigtails back with a huge smile on her lips.

"How does Enyà sound to you?", she murmured thoughtfully.

"I think it suits her."

Morwen didn't hear someone approaching her and cursed herself under her breath. She had been too occupied with the horse. But she could not be mad at the owner of the voice. It was Eomer, who came to stand at her side. He opened the bay to take a look at the hooves and the teeth before petting Enyàs neck softly.

"It's a fine horse. Do you need her for a long ride?"

Morwen nodded curtly while caressing Enyàs front.

"I will need her to get to Minas Tirith."

Eomer seemed to understand what she meant with those words. Well he knew about a lot of the things, he was now the King of Rohan after all.

"It's a shame to lose a good companion but I think Gondor needs a few strong women."

He tried to cheer her up and she welcomed his attempts.

"Thanks Sire."

Eomer looked around for something before ordering Gamling, who had been standing next to his horse, to get the needed horse-tack.

"Have you everything for the long travel? Like food and medical herbs?"

Morwen felt her heart grow warm with every word coming from Eomer. This was what she liked the most about the Rohirims. They were like a huge family, caring for each other despite the status.

She nodded before accepting the saddle and the tack, which Gamling had given her with a respectful nod. She had never been a soldier of Rohan or a woman of high rank, but she had won a lot of respect for fighting in the war. When she was in Minas Tirith, she would not be able to have this respect again.

After she finished saddling her horse, she mounted without a second thought. Eomer and Gamling accompanied her to the stable doors. It had begun to rain lightly. Cursing under her breath, she looked up when someone held a simple leather coat in front of her. It was none other than Eowyn.

"Thank you, Lady Eowyn."

Putting the cloak on, she let her eyes wander over the king, his sister and the captain. The shildmaiden of Rohan nodded her head with a sad smile.

"Have a safe journey."

Morwen gave them one last smile before riding in the rain. It felt awful to leave her home, where she had been living so happily after the chaos the war had brought her with losing her parents and her home in just one day. Shaking her head she spurred Enyà to run a little bit faster down the road and through the gates of Edoras. Away from home.

Her face held a serious expression and the rain could not wash it away. The cold raindrops felt good on her burning cheeks. She did not want to cry. Tears should only be shed by weak people and she was not weak. Morwen gritted her teeth while adjusting her hood with her free hand.

Although Berethor had sent someone to accompany her, she wouldn't wait for someone to babysit her during her last journey of her freedom.

She had reached a hill to look back at Edoras when she noticed a horse that stood there already. With a man. He seemed awfully familiar.

"I knew you would not wait for my arrival, so I waited here. Welcome Lady Morwen."

She was truly surprised when she recognized him with his spear and his small shield in the now pouring rain.

"Eaoden?"

So how did you like it so far? The chapter was not very long but I hope you enjoyed it. :)

Your FMC

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