rohirrim

“...his desires towards Rohan, though he hid them, were evil.”

The bright helms and hauberks have rusted. The horses lie broken in the field. The spears of the dead litter the Isen-bank like reeds. Rohan is ready to fall.

Or so is Saruman’s hope.

Come all to Aldburg for this year's annual Foaling Festival!  As the young horses are born, we celebrate their mother's success with games, competitions, vendors, and feasts. 

Mantling themselves in wintering cloaks, the wayward Rohirrim prepare themselves, for braving the harsh colds of the Red-horn Pass.