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dalleyan · 11 months
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Off Course posted, 4-22-23)
Eomer is alerted to Eothain’s disappearance. (Humor, Friendship)
 Off Course  -  (3 IV)
“Captain Eothain!” Both gate guards snapped to attention as the big captain of the King’s Guard moved past them, barely giving them a glance.  He mumbled something that neither quite caught.
As he continued on up the hill, one man asked the other, “Why is he on foot?  Where is his horse?”
“How would I know!”
“Should we…ask him, do you think?”
“Of course not!  It is his own business.  He would tell us if he wanted us to know.”
Still perplexed, they watched the captain disappear into the darkness, then turned back to their duties when he was lost from sight.
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The next morning, Eomer was surprised at breakfast when Frealaf put in appearance.  Bowing politely, he apologetically said, “My lord, I am sorry to intrude on your meal, but something…unusual…has happened and I thought I should bring it to your attention.”
Eomer eyed him questioningly, then encouraged, “Yes?”
“Captain Eothain…is missing. His horse is not in the stables and no one recalls seeing him since he left yesterday for Aldburg.”
“Search the city, and inquire at the gates whether any news was received of him.  Let me know at once what you learn.”  Eomer’s brows furrowed with concern; he hoped his friend was not in difficulty.
An hour later, Frealaf returned, looking perplexed and uncertain, saying, “The guards from last night inform me that Eothain returned late – on foot.  No one has seen him since he entered the gates.”
Eomer rose from behind his desk and strode toward the door, asking as he moved, “Has anyone tried the obvious – his bed?”
Eothain should have been on duty, and was never known to be tardy or absent, so it had not occurred to anyone to consider that possibility.  Flushing with embarrassment, Frealaf admitted they had not and he followed his king down the hill toward Eothain’s cottage. Dispensing with the nicety of knocking, Eomer lifted the latch on the unlocked door and entered Eothain’s home, making directly for the bedroom.  They heard him before they saw him – the captain sleeping soundly and snoring loudly.
Shaking the man vigorously until he began to stir, Eomer was relieved when at last Eothain peeked open his eyes, muttering, “This had better be important!”
Grinning, Eomer retorted, “An audience with your king is always important, Captain!”
With a groan, Eothain rolled on his back rubbing at his head, grumbling, “Could my king perhaps speak more quietly?  I have a fearful headache!”
“Speak softly?” Eomer asked in amusement.  “You return from Aldburg on foot and disappear, necessitating a search of the city this morning by your alarmed second, and you wish me to speak softly? Where the devil is your horse, man?”
Eothain seemed to give the matter considerable thought, then admitted, “I cannot rightly say, my liege. I do recall riding him when I left Aldburg.  Beyond that, the evening is a blur.  I think I may have had too much to drink.”
“Aye, a bit!” Eomer rejoined. Turning to Frealaf, who was standing nearby and trying very hard not to laugh at the situation, he instructed, “Send out riders to look for his horse, and have the healer send over some of his concoction for a hangover.  Oh, and stand down the alert – Captain Eothain has been found.”
Chuckling softly, Frealaf nodded and hastily left the room before his laughter became full blown.
It took another half hour for the riders to return with Eothain’s horse, whom they had found grazing on the barrowfields outside the gates.
Once Eothain had sobered somewhat and his hangover eased, his king requested that in the future he show greater temperance in his visits to Aldburg, and specifically recommended that he not lose his horse again.
Ever after, Eothain sheepishly kept that counsel, reluctant to again endure the ribbing he had received on the matter.
THE END
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arofili · 3 years
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men of middle-earth ♞ house of éorl ♞ headcanon disclaimer
          Hild was the daughter of Gram and the younger sister of Helm. She was a mighty shieldmaiden, riding into battle alongside her brother against the enemies of Rohan; she was also a falconer, and hunted always with a bird of prey at her side. She wed the warrior Wulfstan and bore him a son, Ethelward, who grew into a soldier as great as his parents.           When Rohan was invaded by Dunlendings, Hild and her family fought along Crown Prince Haleth to defend Edoras from their enemies. As the battle turned ill, Haleth ordered his aunt and cousin to retreat with as many folk as they could gather. Though they were loath to abandon Meduseld, Hild and Ethelward obeyed his command, fleeing to Dunharrow. Wulfstan remained by the side of Haleth his prince, and both were slain when Wulf, leader of the Dunlendings, at last broke through into the Golden Hall and usurped the throne.           Hild and Ethelward endured the siege of Dunharrow through the Long Winter, entirely cut off from the other Rohirric refugees led by Helm in Súthburg. Wulf focused his siege upon the Deep, starving out Prince Háma and luring Helm out into the cold to his death, leaving Hild and Ethelward to plot for revenge.           Early in the spring, Hild and her son led a daring surprise raid against the Dunlendings in Edoras. Hild fell in the battle, wounding Wulf with her last blow and giving Ethelward the chance to slay the usurper. As the last remaining heir of the Kings of Rohan, Ethelward leaned upon the support of his cousin Saulwyn to earn the trust of the people, and was soon thereafter crowned King Fréaláf Hildeson, first of the second line of Kings.
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princeimrahils · 3 years
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My son Frealaf, heir of my brother Helm.
Hild witnesses her son accepting the crown. A young Frealaf looks for his playmates. Helm makes a toast for Hild's wedding.
Words: 5,383 No archive warnings apply.  Relationships: Hild & Frealaf, Hild & Helm, Frealaf/OFC, Hild/OC Characters: Hild, Helm, Frealaf, OCs
Written for the TRSB2021 event, organised by the wonderful mods at @tolkienrsb . This was inspired by art slide #95, and the work of nelyasun, found at devianart. 
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laurelsblue · 5 years
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*Reads that Tolkien originally named Frealaf’s son Leof and Brytta was a later version.* Excellent, clearly my cousin marriage AU where Elfhild was the granddaughter of Thengel’s eldest sister who marries Theoden as a way of reuniting the royal house/comsolation prize for said sister makes total sense now. (It’s all justified by Frealaf having totally done the same thing in order to shore up his claim to the throne.)
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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years
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Seeing these promo images for the Rohirrim anime makes me worry yet more that this and RoP will just be Pete Jackson film nostalgia bait that will not be willing to stray too far from his version of the setting. I just really want to see a middle earth on screen that isn’t just his.
Right I'm gonna use this to talk about the War of the Rohirrim since people seemed confused.
So this is an anime film that was announced quite a few months ago now. All we got was the title screen back then and a general synopsis; the film would be centering Helm Hammerhand, the ninth king of Rohan, and his war with the Dunlendings during the fell winter. We also already had confirmation that it was going to be basically a part of the Warner Bros cinematic universe, Phillipa Boyens is writing it in part and visually year it's gonna be the films, which I agree is depressing.
A quick recap for you all is that the Dunlendings had held Isengard for a long while by the time he became king, (Saruman not yet set up there) and there had been a lot of warring between them. Gram, Helm's father, had been killed in battle. Freca was the leader of these Dunlendings at the time, but he also claimed royal rohirric ancestry and made a bid to marry his son, Wulf, to Helm's daughter.
Negotiations started off very badly and ended with Helm punching Freca SO HARD he just DIED so. More war after that. Though it was four years before Wulf began his assault upon Rohan. Now! Admittedly I had forgotten they had in fact gained the direct support of the Corsairs AND the Easterlings whilst ALSO engaging the Haradrim to attack Gondor. So Rohan and Gondor were both doubly beleaguered at the same time as the Long Winter came down upon them (probably orchestrated by Sauron). Hence, Gondor could not immediately come to Rohan's aid. Haleth, (helms son) was killed defending Edoras and Helm's army was defeated at the crossings of the isen river, forcing him to retreat into Helms Deep (originally called Suthburg, renamed after Helm in honour of this whole debacle). He held out there under siege for? Many months, can't remember how many. Essentially just... blowing his horn, wandering into the enemy camp, killing a bunch of them and then leaving again. He became a kind of horror story to the dunlendings. His other son Hama was also killed, leaving only his nephew, Frealaf, son of his sister Hild.
Essentially, as soon as the snows died down, Beregond (son of Steward Beren) came to Frealaf's aid and drove out the last of the Dunlendings after winning his own war against the corsairs and haradrim. But Helm died before that, literally just freezing stiff in the middle of battle, left standing like a terrifying corpse warrior. LIKE... The story is depressing as all hell. But like... honestly I'm more interested in this period of history than I am in the second age, especially because Beregond's one of my favourite Stewards, I love this guy.
But so getting back to the point, recently we got some concept art for the film.
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So these are both obviously here to portray the attack at Edoras, where Haleth dies. Originally I was very confused by the lack of snow and abundance of Mumakil. I'm still thoroughly confused by the Mumakil, the only reason the Corsairs got up there was because they sailed over and marched up the the isen fords. Can you bring Oliphants on ships?? Idk! I GUESS.meme!! But I dont think the long winter set in until later on in their... siege... or did it? My refusal to look this up is just because I am sleepy uwu ANYWAY! Yes you can easily see it's just PJ's lotr edoras with brown lands and rustic utterly unadorned base architecture. And the dunlendings all look miserably 'uncivilised' and 'barbaric' which is even more depressing. But it's a good expectation setter and I just... hope that perhaps... when/if I see Beregond I will not be made too sad. ;v;
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Picking up a white stone, Éomer turns it about in his hand. Rubs his thumb over the flat of the counter. ‘I suppose you don’t play backgammon with someone you hate.’ 
‘Generally not, in my experience. Did you hate him?’ 
‘I grew to. I knew for certain Gríma was working for Saruman for the last year and a half. But I had suspicions for a year or so before then.’ The board is snapped shut and tucked under Éomer’s arm. ‘While we’re gone I suspect people may come and help themselves. I thought I’d keep the important things.’ His face brightens, ‘Here’s something interesting.’ 
Reaching into a deep purse that hangs from his belt Éomer carefully withdraws a small, brass instrument and hands it over. 
Boromir opens it up, recognizes what it is with a smile. ‘A portable sundial.’ 
‘You know of it?’ 
‘Of course, I had one with me but lost it at Greyflood.’ 
Éomer makes a face, ‘Along with Frealaf?’ 
A deep sigh. Yes, yes along with the horse. Nodding to the open trunk Boromir asks what else is to be found. Secrets to spellcraft? Witches keep books on that sort of thing, he’s heard. Ingredients for secret potions? 
‘No, though I wouldn’t have been surprised. There are just bits and pieces that have gone missing over the last year. Light fingers. He was always a bit like that, though.’ A flashed smile. ‘I asked him about it once.’ 
‘He doesn’t seem like someone who does direct questions well.’ 
Éomer lets out a sharp laugh. ‘Oh no. Never ask Gríma a direct question. He’s adept at deflecting, deferring and denying. You have to circle around the point for ten minutes. What I got, in the end, was something about him liking objects because they won’t leave you.’ A shrug. ‘Which I never really knew what to make of.’ 
Boromir says an: ‘I see,’ then no more for there isn’t much else to add. 
‘He never sold anything,’ Éomer muses, looking back into the trunk. ‘He just kept it and organized it.’ 
Boromir keeps getting roped into conversations with everyone in Meduseld as they try and process their emotions about the whole treason issue. 
Boromir: Why me??
Aragorn: It’s because you said we should offer him a hand. 
Boromir: I don’t need to know Eomer’s really conflicted emotions about the king’s former adviser. 
Gimli: Yes you do because Legolas and I are running a bet on this. Tell me all. 
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thegirlwhohid · 4 years
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Frealaf, Helm's sister's son, became king.
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Legendarium Ladies April: (15/30)
‘The Lord of the Rings’ characters: (27/?)
Characters’ moodboards: (331/?)
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illustratosphere · 12 years
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Albino Llama by FrealaF
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pamgoncas · 13 years
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dalleyan · 4 months
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Training posted, 11-18-23)
Freawine gets an inside look at the workings of the king's guard.
(Feb, 27 IV)
It had come as no surprise to Freawine, but he knew others in the group had been caught off-guard by Eothain's orientation session. When Frealaf had decided to step down as Eothain's second in command, another had been chosen to replace him from the ranks of the king's guard. That had left a vacancy in the king's guard itself, and Eothain had sent to the various captains requesting they recommend no more than two men each for the position. These men were called to Edoras to be interviewed, tested and otherwise studied so that Eothain could determine who might best fit the group.
The king's guard was the most elite outfit within the military organization of Rohan. Their sole purpose was to serve and protect the royal family. There was a small subgroup called the king's escort, which specifically accompanied him when only a few guards were needed for the king's protection as he traveled. But, for the most part, these Riders rode with any member of the royal family who ventured outside the walls of Edoras, and were the ones called upon when the royal family had need of assistance with some task. It was considered a great honor to be chosen, and it was much coveted by many Riders, who someday hoped to win a place in their ranks.
Now Eothain stood before these possible recruits, one of whom would likely be chosen, explaining that the position entailed far more than they had expected.
“There are a few things you each need to know. It is better if you decide now that you do not wish to participate, than wait until you have been chosen. First, the king's guard is the most honored and respected group of soldiers in all of Rohan, but with that comes a great responsibility. You will represent the king and Rohan in the way you conduct yourselves. You will interact with royalty and nobility of this and other lands.”
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arofili · 3 years
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men of middle-earth ♞ house of éorl ♞ headcanon disclaimer
          Ethelward was the son of Hild, the nephew to Helm Hammerhand, and the tenth King of Rohan, first of the second line. Alongside his mother, he led a surprise raid to retake Edoras from the usurper-king Wulf, and afterward claimed the kingship of Rohan with the support of his cousin Saulwyn, daughter and last remaining family member of Helm. As king, he took the name Fréaláf, “surviving lord,” and worked to free Rohan from its Dunlendish conquerors.           In this he at last had the aid of Gondor, who had been struggling against their own enemies during the Long Winter but were finally free to fulfill the Oath of Círion and Éorl. Fréaláf and his allies drove their enemies back across the rivers Isen and Adorn and laid siege to Isengard until the Dunlendings who had occupied were starved and capitulated, fleeing the fortress.           At Fréaláf’s coronation ceremony, the wizard Saruman suddenly appeared after a long period of absence, offering his support to Rohan, which Fréaláf accepted gladly. At the advice of Fréaláf, Steward Beren of Gondor lent Saruman the keys of Orthanc, giving him leave to dwell in Isengard if he would protect it from another conquest.           Fréaláf was succeeded by his son Brytta, who continued his legacy of sending aid to those in need. This generosity earned him the name Léofa, “beloved,” first coined by his mother Aldwyn, who survived her kingly husband, and later adopted by all the people of Rohan. In addition to rebuilding his kingdom, Brytta defended his borders against the Dunlendings and faced a new threat when orcs invaded the White Mountains after their defeat in the distant War of the Dwarves and Orcs. Brytta fought them off, and when he died it was believed that Rohan was at last free of all intruders.          The wife of Brytta Léofa was Mildgith, a shieldmaiden who fought alongside him to restore Rohan. Mildgith bore her husband a son, Walda, who served in his father’s army fighting off orcs in the White Mountains. When Walda inherited the throne of Rohan, he declared his lands free of enemies, but after only nine years of his reign he discovered this was not true when he was attacked by a last roving band of orcs in the mountains near Dunharrow. Walda and his men were killed, with only Queen Eafled his wife surviving to bear the grievous news back to Edoras.           Walda’s son Folca took the crown and swore to avenge his father. He was renowned as a great hunter, clearing all of Rohan from the scourge of the orcs. This campaign took thirteen years, and when it was over Folca soon grew eager to hunt again. He searched far and wide for a prey worthy of his attentions, discovering it in the form of the monstrous Boar of Everholt. Though his wife Darwise begged him to leave it be, Folca rode out chasing the thrill of another great hunt, but Darwise’s counsel proved true in the end: though he slew the boar in the end, the beast gored him with its tusks, leaving him with mortal wounds. Upon his death, Folca was succeeded by his son Folcwine.
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dalleyan · 6 months
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Adrift posted, 10-7-23)
Elfwine seeks a way to alleviate his boredom.  (Loneliness, Friendship, Humor)
(Apr, 9 IV)
It was one of those days.  Everyone seemed caught up in something, and Elfwine felt as though all the adults had formed a great river that raced past him, knocking him aside at every turn as they hurried off to wherever they were going.  Theodwyn was colicky, and even nurse had been kept busy tending her while his mother was otherwise occupied.
With a sigh, he stood off to the side of the Golden Hall, and then turned to make his way outdoors.  Once on the terrace, he idly wandered about, finding little to interest him.  Eventually he made his way to the front of Meduseld just as a group of men arrived.  The guards were much involved with talking to them and getting them directed aright, and while their attention was diverted, Elfwine headed down the steps. 
He knew that he should not be leaving the hall without alerting someone, but he wasn’t certain he could even get anyone’s attention long enough to do so, and he’d likely be back before anyone noticed his absence.  At the bottom of the steps, he settled down briefly to consider what he might do.  After a while, his eyes fell on the guards’ hut.  He knew there was usually a group of Riders there, awaiting instructions to assist the royal family, and unless he was busy elsewhere, likely Eothain was there also.
Decisively, Elfwine rose and made his way in that direction.  Hopefully Eothain would have some time to spare him and alleviate his boredom.  As he arrived at the hut, a bout of shyness took him when all eyes of the Riders turned to observe his entrance.  The room fell silent as the Riders stared at the young heir with curiosity, expecting at any moment an adult would enter behind him. 
Eothain had been settled at a table doing some paperwork, but looked up at the hush in the room, an uncommon occurrence.  His eyes took in the little prince, and he rose to greet him.  “Elfwine!  What brings you here, lad?”  Automatically, his eyes flicked out the door, but spotted no one accompanying the boy.
At the familiar sight of Eothain, Elfwine grinned and stepped into the room.  “I…I was bored and thought I would come visit you.”  He was watching the man anxiously for any sign of annoyance, but Eothain only beamed more broadly.
“Did you now?  Well, that is a fine thing.  I was just going to the stable to tend my horse.  Would you like to join me?” Eothain asked with a teasing lilt in his voice.  He well knew there was nowhere Elfwine preferred to be than in the stables with the horses.
Elfwine nodded eagerly at the suggestion, and Eothain moved out the door, gesturing for the boy to follow.  As he did, he looked back to his second in command and gave a small jerk of his head toward Meduseld.  The unspoken instruction was clear; get someone up to the hall and let them know where the boy was.  Frealaf nodded his understanding and nudged Kialmar, giving him the task as soon as the pair was gone.
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