Chapter 8
The Ride of the Rohirrim
Edoras
Rohan
Middle Earth
September 25, 4
The 4th Age
High Noon
King Eomer was on patrol. At the moment he was sitting on his horse at the entrance to Edoras. He was alarmed when he saw a black speck in the sky.
"I hope it's not one of those crebain again." Eomer thought.
But to his relief it turned out to be Swiftwing!
"Why hello my fellow eagle! What news from the North?" he asked.
The Eagle landed softly next to the horse and ruffled his wings.
"Greetings from Gimli, King Eomer! I am Swiftwing, the Wind Prince and Gwaihir's brother. I have urgent news for you. There is a huge army of Uruks, Orcs, Wargs, Goblins, Attack Trolls and Giants on the way! Gimli has sent me to tell you his army will be here in a fortnight." He told the king.
"A fortnight! How long until the enemy reached Edoras?" he asked the eagle. "They will be here in twelve days." The eagle said.
"Then we must ride out to meet them!" Eowyn said as she rode up with some Ithillien Rangers.
"Eowyn! Well met indeed! I agree we should ride out and meet them in a glorious charge!" the king replied.
"That way we can stall them until the dwarven army arrives." Eowyn added.
The king nodded in agreement.
"It's settled then the Rohirrim will ride out in ten days to stall the enemy. I will now leave for other urgent matters!" Swiftwing said as he flew off into the distance.
"Gamling, prepare the Rohirrim!" King Eomer commanded his Captain.
"I'm on it my lord!" Gamling replied with eagerness.
The Rohirrim were to ride out in 5 days. Eowyn would ride out shortly after with the Rangers from Gondor. They would then engage the enemy for a couple days at Helm's Deep and wait for the Dwarves to arrive. Hopefully they would survive until then. Eomer couldn't wait until he was fighting with Gimli at his side once again. Just like old times! Eomer let out a deep laugh and Eowyn joined him.
"Soon Master Gimli will be here and we will once more drive back the enemy!" She said bravely.
They both knew that there was little chance of success. The day of the ride of the Rohirrim finally arrived. It was dawn when King Eomer said goodbye to his sister, Lady Eowyn, and rode off to Helm's Deep. Eowyn would join him in a couple days with the rangers. She hoped Eomer could get all the defenses up in time. Over the next few days she got ready to ride out to Helm's Deep. When the day finally arrived she and the rangers got on their horses and rode for Helm's Deep. It felt good to once again be riding out to war! Eowyn loved it when she felt her hair fly in the wind as she was riding. She remembered when she had the young Halfling Merry riding with her at the Battle of Minas Tirith in the War of the Ring; those were the good old days! The riders soon encountered Warg Riders! They quickly and effectively killed them all. They rode on until they reached Helm's Deep. When they got there Eowyn felt a tear run down her cheek.
"What ever is the matter, Lady Eowyn?" Faramir, her husband asked.
"Oh, it's just that the last time I was here my Uncle was leading a glorious charge through hordes of Saruman's Uruks with Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. I miss Uncle Théoden deeply!" Eowyn wept.
Faramir put his arm around her in a tight yet comforting embrace. Eowyn smiled and embraced Faramir.