traitors

I am a Man of honour, a Man of my land and ancestry. I am a Man of Rohan. The two always went together, or so I once believed. In days like these I am no longer sure. Bema be thanked, although there have been minor battles and skirmishes a plenty, my people have not seen the full force of open warfare in this generation. At least not yet. There are always orcs, always opportunist Easterlings. There are bands of Men of lesser sorts that are mostly brought to swift justice.

Of course they didn’t kill him, or he would not have been alive to sit at his desk and write a couple of weeks later. They knocked him unconscious and left him broken in body, and in spirit. That was the sort of Men they were, cared for no one but themselves and doing whatever they felt like. It wasn’t the Hobbit way, at least it never had been. He wondered a bit, with changing times and all that.