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loremastering · 1 year
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The tale of Eorl and Felarof
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marysmirages · 2 years
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Eorl the Young and Felarof (2010)
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Felarof 
2010 grey stallion (Magic Domino x FV Ben Farla) 
Pedigree.  
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rohadefunctblog · 4 years
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Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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maraharme · 4 years
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Felarof 🐎🍃 Artist - maraharme
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horsesarecreatures · 2 years
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Felarof - Crabbet/CMK Arabian Stallion
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lesbiansforboromir · 4 years
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i’m pretty sure i know your answers to most of these questions, so how about 40 (who do you want to be your parent), 44 (best horse), and 48 (what would you change in the book) also just want to say that i’ve been listening to your streams on youtube while playing minecraft and i’ve been having a great time, so thank you :)
Lord of the Rings Ask meme!
(what a pRIME way to listen to the streams, hope your blocking goes super well)
40 (who do you want to be your parent)
HM. Hm. This is a good question, I have certain amounts of dad-feelings about Boromir but he’s still too much of a favourite character for that to be the answer... I mean honestly? Like objectively the best person to be your parent in Middle Earth at the time? Imrahil. He’s a bit of a traditionalist and Dol Amroth is miserably elven but a beautiful city by the sea is a place I wanna grow up and Imrahil’s just a lovely, caring, nurturing fellow. 
44 (best horse)
Fuckin... blasphemy... best horse... impossible to answer... it’s Bill. Although I have a big soft spot for ancient bastard Felarof, who did commit murder pretty happily but was also content to be bound by human laws of weregild and the right of compensating a family for said murder.
48 (what would you change in the book)
Listen. A surprising amount. I don’t think Denethor or Boromir should have died, that’s not shocking. But I would also have just taken out Tom Bombadil completely, perhaps keeping the same wandering through the old forest section and then on through the barrow downs but just somehow... without him. He’s a real jarring section for some reason. Also if I could have just had Sam stop calling Frodo ‘master’ at some EARLY point that would have been swell for my blood pressure. ALSO KJAHAS I would have utterly removed the weird oath of the ghosts thing, just have Aragorn need to get through the paths of the dead and then instead he could have proven some of his diplomatic and kingly acumen by just parlaying with the Corsairs! Like having a section where Aragorn pushed through centuries of bad blood to bring all the corsairs onto their side and then take their ships and men up the river? That would have been way more impactful, a cool way to show off other human cultures in a different light and emphasise that Aragorn may be a good leader of a country actually! But no he just gets a helping had from a vindictive curse his very dead ancestor once laid. >:|
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anthropologyarda · 7 years
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Mearas References (Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3) 
These horses are a color called dominant white, and the pictures are a purebred thoroughbred mare named The Opera House and her foals.
“Leod was the name of Eorl's father. He was a tamer of wild horses; for there were many at that time in the land. He captured a white foal and it grew quickly to a horse strong, and fair, and proud. No man could tame it. When Leod dared to mount it, it bore him away, and at last threw him, and Leod's head struck a rock, and so he died. He was then only two and forty years old, and his son a youth of sixteen.'
Eorl vowed that he would avenge his father. He hunted long for the horse, and at last he caught sight of him; and his companions expected that he would try to come within bowshot and kill him. But when they drew near, Eorl stood up and called in a loud voice: "Come hither, Mansbane, and get a new name!" To their wonder the horse looked towards Eorl, and came and stood before him, and Eorl said: "Felarof I name you. You loved your freedom, and I do not blame you for that. But now you owe me a great weregild, and you shall surrender your freedom to me until your life's end."'
Then Eorl mounted him, and Felarof submitted; and Eorl rode him home without bit or bridle; and he rode him in like fashion ever after. The horse understood all that men said, though he would allow no man but Eorl to mount him. It was upon Felarof that Eorl rode to the Field of Celebrant; for that horse proved as long lived as Men, and so were his descendants. These were the mearas, who would bear no one but the King of the Mark or his sons, until the time of Shadowfax. Men said of them that Bema (whom the Eldar call Orome) must have brought their sire from West over Sea.”
(LOTR Appendices A, II)
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CBB excerpt #1
(co-written with @svelazquez1220)
            Laura didn’t have to worry too much about masking her footsteps with all the clanking and yelling and whinnying that filled the air around Meduseld.
           That and the fact that she lived there was a good cover for being where she wasn’t supposed to.
           Laura held tight to the empty canvas bag that she had hidden under her green cloak, and slipped between the carved and guilded doors of the royal armory. It wasn’t really stealing if her father was the King, right? Either way, Laura had a job to do. She wove through the racks and shelves of armor and supplies, picking items from the back so nobody would notice right away. Rations, some of the men’s clothing (the pants would be far too long no matter what size she grabbed, but that’s what scissors were for) padded armor and a helmet--she’d have to come back for the rest. It wouldn’t fit in the bag, and she couldn’t have the bag clanking around too much because then it’d draw attention. If her father or Mel found out--who would then tell her father, being head of the royal guard--her entire plan would be ruined.
           Laura snuck back to the door, cracked it open a sliver, and slipped back out into the cold late winter air after a group of soldiers marched past. She paused as she made her way towards the stables, and looked out across the village. Soldiers were running to and fro, leading horses down the dirt paths. Children were running about, some trailing after solders with their little wooden swords, some chasing each other and laughing, some clinging to their mother’s skirts. Some of the women were running about, packing horses and putting together bundles of rations for the soldiers. It seemed like an age had passed since she’d seen the village this...lively. Even though they were on the eve of war, Sauron’s shadow hanging thick overhead, there seemed to be a renewed morale about the village now that their king was free from Saruman’s hold, and back to his old, steadfast self.
           Laura was shaken from her thoughts as another group of soldiers grew near, and hurried towards the stables to pack her haul into her horse’s saddlebags. She’d managed to slip out of the armory unseen so far, and she couldn’t afford to be caught now.
           The stables were as beautiful as the Golden Hall itself. Four great carved pillars framed the doorway, the wood dyed in rich reds, greens and golds, and a great carved horse head peaked out from the golden thatch at the peak of the roof. The inside was no different, paths of reddish stone wandering between the individual stalls and down the center of the building. There were no doors on the stalls, the horses knowing which ones were theirs, and that they were to wait for their masters and not wander off. The stalls were padded with fresh hay and the walls bore similar carvings to the pillar outside. Smaller pillars stood in front of each stall, dividing them, and were heavy with fine leather harnesses and bags of supplies.
           Laura smiled when she saw her horse, Felarof, and reached up to pat his speckled cheek and bump her head against his nose. “Morning, Fel,” She cooed, producing an apple from her bag for him, and then set the bag down so that she could scratch his neck. “we’re going on a trip,” She said, patting his neck and then moved towards the saddle and reigns that sat on an ornate stand at the rear of his stall. Off to the left of the stand, under a blanket, lay her sword and shield, which she’d snuck out of her chambers in the early morning and hid there before returning for breakfast.
           Laura went about fitting the saddle on him, first laying down the blanket Kirsch had given her and laughing a little when Felarof nudged the side of her head when she walked around him to straighten out the other side. She was just beginning to fill the saddlebags with the rations and clothes when she heard a pair of feet crunch the hay at the doorway to Felarof’s stall.
           “Laura, what are you doing?”
           Laura’s head shot up at the intruder’s words. She reddened slightly, her eyes flicking between the Ranger at the doorway to the stall, and the sword in her hands.
            “Danny,” Laura blurted out, her voice high. “uh--good morning. What--uh--what are you doing here?”
           Before Laura stood Danny, or <em>Strider</em>, as her friends called her, due to her extreme height. She had arrived nearly a week earlier with three companions--an elf, a dwarf, and a witch--and would be joining the Rohirrim on their ride to Minas Tirith. She was a Ranger from the north, dressed in black, travel worn clothes, with a sword on her hip and a pair of Gondorian bracers on her forearms, her fiery hair falling about her shoulders. Nobody quite knew who she was or why she was there, but she had a queenly air about her, and seemed to be on some greater mission, which Laura was determined to find out about. Laura had found herself drawn to the Ranger, the feeling tugging at her heart, but at the moment she just felt a pit in her stomach.
           “I came to feed Hasufel...Laura, what are you doing?” Danny repeated, eyes flicking between Laura and the sword in her hand, and the softness Laura had begun to feel for Danny over the last week soured at the accusing look in her eye.
           Laura squared her shoulders. “Packing,” She said shortly, “I intend to ride with the Rohirrim to battle,” She said, gripping her sword tighter.
           Danny sighed. “Laura, you can’t, it’s too dangerous,” She said, “and your duty lies here,”
           “To what?” Laura bristled, “To make the beds and keep the food warm for when the men return? I have just as much a right to fight as you.”
           “You don’t have enough training, you’ll die!”
           “you could die too and that doesn’t stop you,” Laura shot back, raising her voice, “I have the right to fight for my people and if I die along the way, then so be it!”
           “Laura--” Danny started again, but was cut off by a third voice.
           “She’s right, Danielle,”
           Laura looked past Danny as Danny turned, to see Periannath Stormcrow, or just Perry, as Laura was told to call her, standing there in her riding clothes of a white robe and cloak, holding her white staff. Her white, saddleless horse, Shadowfax, stood behind her, nuzzling gently at her red curls.
           “I am in need of her, for a task,” Peery continued briskly, and looked to Laura. “I am riding to Gondor, and you will be coming with me as an ambassador. Finish packing and meet me at the door to the stables once you’re finished, we don’t have time to waste,”
           “I will,” Laura nodded, and hastened her movements. She couldn’t hold back a grin at the thought of finally doing something meaningful. Constructive. She glanced at Danny, a look of defiant determination in her eyes.
           Danny ground her teeth in frustration, but sighed once she caught the look Perry was giving her, knowing there was no use in trying to argue with the witch.
(A note to the artist who gets paired with us-- Carmilla isn’t introduced until a bit later and we just weren’t able to get that far in the writing today, but we have a large chunk of the planning for the fic done--save for tweaking--and about 60388395 headcanons, so once you’re assigned, we can can fill you in on anything you need to know! Once we’re matched up please feel free to contact either me or @svelazquez1220 )
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quoratopstories · 7 years
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What is the most pernicious and persistent myth about The Lord of the Rings that is believed by people who have seen Peter Jackson's movies but haven't read the books?
I don't know about "the most pernicious and persistent myth" but there are four which I found particularly annoying. Gandalf's weakness (though don't get me wrong Ian McKellan was perfect for the part), the changing of characters in order to create imperfection, the "need" for strong female characters, and the eagles being the fifth army.
Gandalf's weakness (and others' strength)
Gandalf's weakness in the movies is completely unnecessary and blown out of proportion. Not only is he portrayed as weaker than Saruman (when Tolkien stated many times that Gandalf THE GREY was stronger than Saruman) but Tolkien sometimes estimated him to be on the same power level as Sauron himself. There was likely no great fight between Gandalf and Saruman, and even if there had been Saruman would have been able to ambush Gandalf and Gandalf likely would not have fought back. When Gandalf fought the Balrog, it was to prevent it from taking the ring of power which was only a few hundred feet from it. When Saruman captured Gandalf, Gandalf likely could not justify breaking his order not to meet force with force, especially when he allowed himself to be captured by the necromancer centuries prior. Andrea Livo's answer to Who is stronger, Gandalf or Saruman? Andrea Livo's answer to How does Sauron's power compare to that of Gandalf? Andrea Livo's answer to If Gandalf ultimately gave in to temptation, what would he be capable of. What would he do if he took the one ring for himself?
But even if we ignore those two statements, Gandalf is portrayed as being weaker than the Witch King (a mere human) as well as weaker than Galadriel. Galadriel did indeed overthrow the evil of Dol Guldur but this was when Sauron was not present and it's defense was in the care of Kamul, second in command of the Nazgul. Of course she could overcome a human sorcerer, even one centuries old. Banishing Sauron, as she did in the movies, is an entirely different matter. Tolkien himself noted that neither Galadriel nor Elrond could overcome Sauron in a one on one fight even with the power of the ring. He even went so far as to state that ONLY Gandalf could hope to overcome Sauron if he had claimed the ring as his own. It should be noted here that a lot of Galadriel's wisdom and magic came from her time learning under Melian the Maia. Gandalf is described as being the wisest of the Maiar, which would also make him wiser than Melian, Galadriel's teacher.
Gandalf is also portrayed as being answerable to Galadriel. Galadriel was one of the leaders of the Noldor who rebelled against the Valar. Gandalf time and again throughout the books displays his loyalty to the Valar (even when it places his friends in jeopardy). He would not be answerable to an elf who rebelled against his bosses.
Don't even get me started on the "love" between Gandalf and Galadriel. The elves never even considered adultery. Their relationships were the perfect Catholic marriage. While I don't mind creative license, I do mind altering the fundamental intentions of the author.
Gandalf is an angel of Eru Iluvatar, the wisest of the Maiar, one of the strongest Maiar (he was (approximately) to Sauron what Manwe was to Morgoth), and has been around since before creation. And yet he is portrayed as weak and even ignorant in comparison to the other "wise" characters in the movies.
Characters that were made "more realistic".
One of my favorite things about the Lord of the Rings and several of Tolkien's other works was the fact that it clearly outlined black from white. While some people call this being unrealistic, I find that it is merely added to the overall feeling of fantasy. That being said there are many characters which dance close to the line between good and evil: Boromir, Gollum, and Feanor to name a few. Tolkien's tale was one of good people doing the right thing, of fighting "for the right without question or pause. To being willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause" (The Impossible Dream). It was never intended to be realistic any more than Beowulf or King Arthur. I loved how noble Aragorn was in the books, and how he knew he needed to wait until the right time to be king (none of that "I don't wanna" that we see in the movies). I loved the fact that Faramir was mentally stronger than any other man and rejected the temptation of the ring without a second thought. I loved how Gandalf could inspire everyone to find it within themselves to stand up to evil. How Denethor was actually a good ruler who had been standing in the face of defeat and extinction for far too long. And I loved how Frodo and Sam withstood a test that even a man could not pass instead of them being almost childlike and making it to Mordor purely by chance and not by strength of will. All of these changes in the movies detracted from the overall feel of Lord of the Rings.
If you want ambiguous characters and a sense of "realism" in your fantasy don't try to change something to your liking. Go read Game of Thrones. Or the Silmarillion. Skip to the section about the kinslaying.
Female characters.
I love it when a movie can pass the Bechdel test, even if it is a flawed test. But Lord of the Rings is one of a few exceptions that I make. Andrea Livo's answer to The Lord of the Rings (creative franchise): Why are there so few female characters in JRR Tolkien's works?
"Tolkien wasn't just a man created by his time period (he was actually rather forward thinking for his time), he was also writing about a story set in a Medieval society. Would it be historically accurate if he did add a ton of women fighters? No. He wasn't just writing as a man in the 20th century, he was writing as a man who was trying to copy the writing styles of the Old English/Anglo Saxon period (a time in which we only have 2, very short, poems written by women).
Éowyn was the exception, she was the model of a Viking/Scandinavian woman. These women were allowed to take on masculine roles if they wanted to (which at the time included many jobs that we now see both sexes doing). You'll note that while Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit are written with a male (Anglo Saxon) voice the Silmarillion reads more like a historical text. It is here we see the true importance of women in Middle Earth and their influence both on history and on the men around them.
While one may or may not agree with Professor Tolkien's choice, he had reasons behind every word that he wrote. On the outside it might have appeared misogynistic but it wasn't being written for a modern audience. The Lord of the Rings was not nearly as popular when it came out because of its fantasy elements. Now we complain that it was biased. But it was being written largely for himself, and for other scholars of Anglo-Saxon literature who would have appreciated it for what it was attempting (and I feel succeeded) to do."
The fact that the film makers gave Arwen more of a role than she had in the books was not terribly surprising. But I could not agree with what they did with Galadriel. Her magic was in general far more subtle in the books, and when she was truly aroused she was all the more terrible and beautiful. The film makers decided that was not enough, that they needed to throw her power in the face of audience especially in the Hobbit.
Tauriel was not only male in the books (as the Captain of the Guard) but she would have been completely unnecessary if they had remained true to the story. Thranduil was very active in the world, being the one to send Legolas to Rivendell to find out what was going on. In addition, he helped as much as he was able against the threat of Sauron, even when it was something as little as watching Gollum. Tauriel's main purpose (other than "love interest") was to serve as a voice against Thranduil's "inaction". Not only that but they completely changed what little we knew of the Captain of the Guard. The Captain of the Guard was an incompetent drunk who not only let the dwarves escape but was also likely the one who let Gollum escape 60 years later.
It also upsets me that the movies created Tauriel to serve as a love interest and not as a truly independent female character.
The Fifth Army
This is a minor issue in regards to the many sins that both trilogies committed against the books. Even many people who have read the books disagree with this one, but the fifth army was not the eagles. They did not even show up until the end, and would be considered an air force in any case. The fifth army was the wargs. Wargs, like the eagles, were an independent and intelligent race. While they could not speak like the eagles could, they had their own motives and evil goals which frequently lined up with goblins and orcs. They could be equated somewhat to Shadowfax's ancestor Felarof: they had human like intelligence but still agreed to being beast of burden to an extent. To quote the Hobbit "So began a battle that none had expected; and it was called the Battle of Five Armies, and it was very terrible. Upon one side were the Goblins and the wild Wolves, and upon the other were Elves and Men and Dwarves." In my mind the movies committed a huge sin by not only changing who the five armies were (either Men, Elves, Dwarves, Goblins, and Eagles or Men, Elves, Dwarves, Bolg's Army, and Azog's Army depending on how you look at it) but by leaving the wargs out of the battle entirely. Especially when the title of the third movie was “The Battle of the Five Armies”.
A few of the (many) other sins and myths in the movies are: the eagle's inability to talk (which spawned the huge myth that the eagles could fly the ring to Mordor), Beorn's appearance (he was a large MAN), Elven vegetarianism (they ate meat and hunted multiple times throughout LotR, the Hobbit, and the Silmarillion), that the Nazgul rode "dragons" (instead of the fell beasts in the books), that Shadowfax was white instead of grey (they still picked a gorgeous horse), Azog's existence in the Hobbit (he died almost 150 years prior), and many many more. Pick a scene from the movies. I'm sure that most of us die hard Tolkien fans could find SOMETHING wrong with it.
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In The Fellowship of the Ring, why did Gandalf only pull out the bigtime magic against the Balrog? Could he have used that kind of firepower earlier to the Fellowship's benefit?
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dickbosman · 6 years
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Eorl the Young was the Lord of the Éothéod and the first King of Rohan. He founded of the House of Eorl, which ruled Rohan. Eorl the Young was the first King of Rohan. Eorl was a wise and valiant man and a great hero of his people. He had ruddy skin and blond hair that remained golden throughout his life. Eorl was born in TA 2485. His father was Léod, the leader of the people called the Éothéod who lived in the far north near the source of the Anduin. In TA 2501 when Eorl was sixteen years old, Léod was killed by a wild horse that he had tried to tame; for this act the horse was called Mansbane by the Éothéod. Eorl hunted the horse and rather than kill him required that the horse serve him and surrender his freedom as a weregild. The horse submitted and Eorl renamed him Felaróf. Felaróf became Eorl's steed and was the father of the Mearas, who were the steeds of Eorl's descendants. It was also said that Felaróf would not permit any other man to ride him. Eorl succeeded his father as the leader of the Éothéod. They were a numerous people with many horses. They needed more room to roam, but there was nowhere for them to go. On March 25, TA 2510 - when Eorl was twenty-five years old - an errand-rider named Borondir arrived with a message from Cirion, the Steward of Gondor. Gondor was being threatened by Men from Rhun called the Balchoth, and Cirion sought Eorl's help in defeating them. Eorl agreed to come, because he knew that if Gondor fell, all of Middle-earth would soon be conquered. Borondir was one of several errand riders sent out by the Stewards, but the only one to get through, due to the intervening enemies. Eorl assembled his Council of Elders to prepare to ride south. On April 6 , Eorl rode forth with an Éored - or mounted army - of 7,000 fully armed Riders and several hundred mounted archers. Only a few hundred Riders were left behind to guard the women, children, and elderly. The eohere rode southward through the Vales of the Anduin - a journey of over 500 miles. When they passed Dol Guldur in Mirkwood - where Sauron dwelled in secret - a darkness emanated from the fortress, and Eorl turned westward to avoid it. But then a white mist came from the woods of Lothlorien that stood across the River from Dol Guldur, and the Riders were hidden and continued safely on their way and, under the protection of the mist, apparently made the journey unwearyingly at an extraordinary rate of speed. Eorl arrived at the Field of Celebrant on the morning of April 15. Gondor's army was being attacked on two fronts by the Balchoth and orcs from the Misty Mountains. Eorl and his Riders attacked the enemy from the rear, slaying many and driving the rest across the River Limlight. South of the Limlight lay the province of Gondor called Calenardhon, and Eorl and his Riders pursued the surviving enemies until the land was free of them. After the Battle of the Field of Celebrant, Eorl accompanied Cirion to the Mering Stream on the southeastern border of Calenardhon, where they parted company. Cirion asked Eorl to meet him there again in three months and committed Calenardhon to Eorl's care in the meantime. When they met again in August of 2510, Cirion brought Eorl to Halifirien, the Hill of Awe (also known as Amon Anwar because, unknown to all but the Steward and those in his deepest confidence, the Tomb of Elendil had stood since being placed there by Isildur after the fall of Sauron, in the Firien wood). There Cirion offered Eorl the land of Calenardhon as a new homeland for his people in gratitude for their service to Gondor. Eorl was deeply grateful for the Gift of Cirion, whom he admired as the wisest of all men then in Middle-earth. He accepted and he swore an Oath that his people would always come to Gondor's aid in time of need. Eorl realized that their peoples needed to remain allies in order to face the growing danger in Middle-earth. Cirion took a similar oath on behalf of the people of Gondor. Eorl left about half his force to guard Calenardhon and returned to the far north to gather his people and their possessions. He led them back to their new homeland, and it became known as the Mark. In Gondor, the new land of their allies was called Rohan. Eorl was King of the Mark for 35 years. He chose the hill at the entrance to the valley of Harrowdale to be the site of the town of Edoras. But Meduseld, the Golden Hall, was not completed in Eorl's lifetime, and he dwelled at Aldburg in the Folde. Eorl's son Brego was born in TA 2512. In TA 2545, Rohan was attacked by Easterlings. The attack was thwarted, but Eorl fell in battle. He was buried in a mound outside Edoras, and his horse Felarof was buried with him. His son Brego succeeded him as King of Rohan. Rohan continued to be ruled by the House of Eorl, and the people of Rohan called themselves the Eorlingas, or the Sons of Eorl. The Oath of Eorl was not forgotten. During the War of the Ring, King Theoden of Rohan honored his ancestor's Oath and came to Gondor's aid at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. The Oath of Eorl was renewed by Theoden's successor King Eomer, who pledged continued friendship to Aragorn, King Elessar, of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor. Artist: woutart
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Felarof
2010 grey stallion (Magic Domino x FV Ben Farla)
Pedigree.  
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maraharme · 5 years
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Felarof 🐎🍃 Artist - maraharme
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horsesarecreatures · 4 years
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Felarof - CMK Arabian Stallion
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