Odelina is hardly the youngest traveler ever written about. Not that anyone would have good cause to write about this girl from the West-march of Rohan, first daughter of the House of Ceorl. Born to nobility, fortunate in not only station, but appearance and temperament as well. In simpler times, she and her house could not have hoped for more from her. Yet, in the dark times that came, she would find all of that good fortune quite false.

For nearly three hundred years, the west-march has been contested by the Dunlendings, ever since Wulf, son of Freca, led the invasion of Rohan during the Long Winter. Reclaimed by Folcwine, King of the Rohirrim, the Dunlendings were driven out across the Isen, but many of the people that remained were of mixed blood, and their loyalty to Edoras was weak. Indeed, when the war came again, they were more disposed to side with Saruman, and many of their warriors joined Saruman's forces.

Now Odelina, she adores stories. In being sheltered away from the people of her region, she delighted in tales and poems brought from distant lands, although she had no desire to travel to see them herself. She loathed to see a person suffer sadness, and now fondly remembers her father's lessons in how to throw a javelin. In the rough lands of the west-march, those loyal to Edoras would employ a tactic of skirmishing to keep Dunlendings at bay, using foot and javelin over horse and rider.

It wasn't appropriate for a pretty first-born maiden of Rohan to throw spears, skin pelts or hunt wild game. Neither was it appropriate for an unwed daughter to find herself forced from hearth and home after the betrayal of her father by his own people, on the lies and promises of a madman.

Now owning nothing more than the clothes on her back, this refugee has tried to make a home for herself in the distant lands around peaceful Bree-Town, where she hopes that she will be able to find herself once again, a spirit lost since that fateful night, when the emissary of Isengard came with his threats and promises...