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The Oathtaking of The Eorlingas

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A mighty eorling in the Mærc are you, of proven bravery, bold in battle.

The Oathtaking of The Eorlingas

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A mighty eorling in the Mærc are you, of proven bravery, bold in battle. Into my éored will you come, to serve as shieldmaiden and counsel wise words?


 

The Oathtaking of The Eorlingas

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A mighty eorling in the Mærc are you, of proven bravery, bold in battle. Into my éored will you come, to serve as shieldmaiden and counsel wise words?


 

An Unexpected Encounter

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And there walked a rider with his steed, seeking himself to pledge with the Éored...


 

Unásmeágendlíc - A shallow Nightmare

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I run and run, yet It keeps chasing me. Of hither there is no disturbance, It comes forward, to corrupt me, scare me, and destroy me...

Finding The Lost (Unásmeágendlíc)

Author: 
Eohilda

The story is about Eohilda, searching for her dear sister.

RoR-Resource: History of the Eorlingas.

The following is a history of the Eorlingas from the moment at which they were bestowed the province of Calenardhon or Rohan, up until the present day rule of King Théoden son of Thengel.

RoR-Resource: History of the Éothéod.

The following is a history of the Éothéod people who later became the Eorlingas of Rohan. It details their history and important events from their inception following the battles with the Wainriders in Rohvanion, up until the Oath of Eorl and Cirion, three months after the Battle of Celebrant Fields.

Flowers of the Spring [Part 3/3]: Plucking Petals: Chapter I

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Story

Haedley hurried off through the streets of Harwick, not even noticing that he had forgotten his armour in his witlessness. His mind was a mess and he had not even time to think of it. His mind was now bent onto the worry of what may become of him, and on top of it all he was hungry. His blonde braid was bobbing upon his back and some folk turned to greet him, but he did not notice at all. Then soon he arrived at the path to the Mead Hall and skid into a stop, now calming down and gasping for breaths as he approached. 

Flowers of the Spring [Part 2/3]: The Blooming: Chapter III

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She beheld him, her cheeks blazed red with blush, and needless to say that his did too. Both in shock; neither had words, neither knew what to say. However, some one had to break the silence or the awkwardness of the moment, Haedley wished to nestle  deeper beneath his blanket like a turtle that could hide in its shell when faced with danger. It was an awkward exchange of stares, and both of them felt it.

 

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