Holdwyn daughter of Hama
A year and a half passed since the destruction of the Ring, and Rohan was still grasping at the precipice of failure. Eomer-King sat high on his throne in the Golden-Hall, seeking wisdom and council from any who would come to Edoras. South of Rohan, King Aragorn was facing similar distraught with his own people. The world of Men teetered on the brink of destruction; remaining Orc packs threatening everything they had fought so very hard to achieve. With the number suffered on fields of battle, the Riders of the Mark were still far and few between in their numbers. Rohan's male population had suffered greatly. In their desperate need of fortification against the lingering enemy, the task fell into the hands of Holdwyn Daughter of Hama, a true Shield-Maiden of Rohan.
Born and raised within the Golden Hall, Holdwyn had been a survivor of both Saruman's rein over their lands, and Helms Deep. Proving herself ten-times over, it was by her actions-and that of Eomer's sister-that their new King had reinstated the authority of the great Maiden of Rohan. And though today a victory had been won against the Orcs seeking refuge in the Westfold's Hills, there was no joy for Holdwyn. For today marked Theodred's death, and with that bitter reminder came the pain and suffering of losing the man she was to spend her life with. As she sat near his grave and the grave of his father, Theoden-King, Holdwyn hardly noticed the footsteps that approached.
"You have come here more often as of late. His spirit is no longer here, Holdwyn." The voice of her King fell to ears, soon after carried away by the wind.
Holdwyn took in a deep breath, holding in within her lungs until she felt they might burst. Then in releasing it all, she smiled weakly, reaching down for her sword which had been laying to her left. "A little more than a year has passed since his death...coming to terms with it is...difficult."
"He would have made a fine King."
Her eyes shot up towards Eomer's then; contemplating his meaning. Carefully she responded, "Theodred's death was a loss...though not the reason our Kingdom suffers. I believe Eomer-King might usher in a new age; one of peace and prosperity. We have already mended the bonds we once shared with Gondor, and Dwarves to the east."
Eomer offered a small smile then, offering his hand for her to take, helping his friend to her feet. "It is not Aragorn and the Dwarves that concern me...what I am concerned over is hesitant departure of some of our Elven allies. One particular Elven-King, hidden deep within his forest to the North-East."
Holdwyn's brow pulled together, unable to follow Eomer. "My King?"
"While we battled Sauron in the south, Thranduil fought his forces in the north. He too had lost many lives. Now he is trying to salvage what is left, as best as any of us...but not a fortnight ago, a group of Rohirrim were tracking an Orc Pack near his boarder-lands. I've recently received word they are being held as spies in his keep. Hoping it a ruse, I reached out to Aragorn...who said naught on the subject. He has sent word to Thranduil's son, in hopes that his ties with the race of Men might quell his father's rage."
Holdwyn's eyes betrayed her. How long had it been? "Legolas, my lord?"
Eomer having not noticed, nodded. "Aye, and the Dwarf he seems inseparable from. They should arrive within the month."
She looked to the grave of Theodred, then back to Eomer. "Why tell me this?"
"Because, dear friend...I would wish you to travel to the Greenwood with our friends. As my voice before Thranduil."
All she could do was gape.
March 18th, 2016 at 07:27pm