This Connection Is Fate

Rohan

The wind howled, so did the neighing of steeds. The sun had set and the moon had come out to play, it was just over the mountain in the valley that the group had entered not long ago. Tall wooden walls lit with torchlight glowed brighter in the distance. The soldiers around me seemed to brighten at the spectacle of home.

Eomer turned his head and looks back at us. He gives a few quick words that I miss and proceeds to take something circular out of his saddle. The sudden loud recognizable sound came from the horn he wielded in his hand. The Rohirrim horn, identical to the movies.

We make it to the wall protecting the city and the gates open to reveal a city. The moonlight and torchlight clashing against one another on the central road. The city was spotted with men, women, and children. They all had modest clothing and thin coats to protect them from the cold.

They obviously did not have an L. L. Bean or a backcountry north here.

Arien less the way and we trekked behind our fellowship. Through the cabins and small houses. Fires were scattered and families ate areas and what resembled soup.
A little girl about 7 ran from a home to a young woman.
"Mother, want if it snows?" she asked excitedly.
"It is too early for snow, little one. It will come with time." She explained to her daughter. Both females' lengthy, blonde hair flowing in the wind. Fire illuminating their round, gentle faces.

We eventually made it to the stables. Numerous soldiers unmounted, removing their saddles and rewarding the powerful beasts with hay and water.
The animals were then locked away in the stalls.

"My Lady, if you would accompany me to the great hall. My sister Éowyn will care for you."

Arien followed his majestic equine up the steep hill to the great hall. THE great hall. It was identical to the one in the movies. How was this all possible? I was still trying to answer that question and could see no way of answering it anytime soon.

Torches lit up the outside and you could just make out Rohan flags still flapping overhead in the wind. Guards were posted outside to keep watch and to protect the rulers inside the great hall.

I felt very underdressed to meet the royals of Rohan but my magenta shirt was not too messed up and my boots were still tied.
Good enough, I encouragingly thought.
Èomer came to stand next to me and practically towered over me, he was at least a foot taller than me and like before, appeared to be a loser of a man.

"Your clothes are very different from what I have seen before." He noticed out loud.

"Yes, the place I come from is very far away and is very socially different than yours. I started formally.

"I see, perhaps we could make contact with your home and arrange an alliance between our lands. I will mention it to my father, king Theoden before you leave Rohan."

The guards opened the great large doors and it entered into a great throne room. Many tables lined the outer edges. Each one has weapons or maps or books on it. Some even had food with men and women who appeared to have great stature sitting and enjoying dinner. All eyes turned to us as soon as the doors hit the opposing wall with a thud.
My eyes finally focused on a man sitting on the great throne.
King Theoden.

"Father, members of the Rohirrim and I found this young maiden near the borders of the west forest. I promised her shelter for some time until she can return home to her land. Perhaps we could consider an alliance between realms?"

"Èomer, I appreciate the good of Rohan at your heart by late is the hour. Perhaps tomorrow we may discuss future alliances.
Go now, rest."

He then turned to me, his light short hair seemed to sway gracefully.
Nervousness about all the attention in the room made my skin crawl. The eyes of the nobles seem to bore into me. The king's voice was like a knife through the tough meat of an animal.

"My Lady, I have not seen one such as yourself in these parts of middle earth before.
But that is beside the point. You are a guest of Rohan and we welcome you.

He bowed his head and waved his hand to a young woman with blonde hair down to her waist.

"Éowyn, would you please see that this young maiden is given food and clothing." He commanded gently.

She bowed and came to me. Her smile was tender and her eyes sensitive in every way.

"Come, let me aid you. We have guest rooms here and good food available." She said in an angelic voice.
I accepted and she led me into a hallway lined with paintings and great pieces of art. I assumed some of the men and women in the photos were past rulers. Their eyes almost seem to question you, asking who disturbs their slumber. We made it to a room with a large bed and bathroom. It was then that I realized how tired I was. My blood then ran cold when I remembered my mother. What must be going through her head? Her daughter was gone, without a trace. Backpack resting under a tree with no idea to where she went. I was not one to walk away and not voice where I was headed.

I was given a bowl of stew with some type of meat in it. It could be elk or some magical creature for all I know. After finishing my meal, I at least laid down to sleep. Tomorrow we would figure out when or how I got here.

Answers would be given to questions I had, at least I hope.