Erkenbrand
The red-dyed leather gleamed in the torchlight. The pattern on the chest was of fine craftsmanship. A sun was carved in the middle, surrounded by radiant rays. Intricate patterns covered the rest of the chest. The back was fairly simple; the design only followed over the shoulders and met just below his neck. The rest of the armour was just as fine.
"Is it not too extravagant?" He asked, still admiring the armour.
"You are the champion of our people," Théoden said with a friendly clap on his shoulder. "It is meant to be extravagant."
"That does not win war, Théoden." Erkenbrand answered. "Strategy and strength does."
