Prologue
"Eowyn I have to go soon but I promise you I will return" said the King of Rohan bending down from where he sat in the saddle to stoke his sisters face, Eowyn the white lady of Rohan looked up at him and asked bitterly "why do you promise such things Eomer you can't be sure that you will come back alive? Even if you do return how do you know you won't be fatally injured?" Eomer looked at his sister and gave her a peck on the check and smiled "Don't worry little sis I will come back" he brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You're the only family left that I have and are also the last in the line of Eorl, so I give you my blessing that you will ride out and be victorious against these creatures and when you return to Edoras people will remember you as the King blessed by the white lady" she answered smiling slightly but was saddened knowing deep in her heart there was little chance of survival against the Wargs that had survived after the wars of the One Ring...