Rohan's Fallen Knights

Chapter Four: Reasured for the Great New Future

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A well rested Orin walks his way through the hall finding a cheerful Roland humming a fiddle song while watching the rain. 'What brings you such joy this dreary day?' Asks Orin in a waking in confusion.

'Ah, I was thinking upon some information I found out.' Answered Roland still smiling. 'The kingdom will soon have a prince!' Roland explains to Orin.

'Oh that's great news!' Replies Orin excited for the rise of a new heir to the throne.

'You two! Come on now, let's get to training! You don't want to lose the tourney do ya?' Yells Grith as he barged into the house looking for the two late friends.

'Of course we want to win the Rohan Tourney!' Answers Orin ready and willing to begin training.

'Yeah, now let's put our whole backs into winning the Rohan Tourney.' Roland states with a serious smile spread upon his face.

'Today, you will test your mettle, training with metal scale mail.' Roland's brother says towards the two, they are now nervous about this days training.

Roland and Orin moved through hindering terrain such as fell trees, small cliffs, and bulwarks. As they moved through the obstacles, they did so slowly and disgracefully. After doing this over the course of two days and wisdom from Grith, they began to learn the best way of handling the scale mail's weight. The next day something changed, a that day there was a disturbance in the friends training.

'Alright, today you'll train your fighting style again. This time with the scale mail.' Grith stated.

Roland and Orin got ready to practice their fighting skills, putting on the metal scale mail. All of the sudden a Rohan squire by the name of Rhon, Rhon son of Rhenard came running towards Grith.

'Sir Grith, the Rohan Riders call for your aid. They think that they found foul orcs sullying our soils.' Says Rhon the squire.

'Thank you for the news from the west, I will join the riders in their hunt.' Replies Grith ready to ride towards his fellow riders. 'Training will be canceled today, may we resume on the marrow.'

Then the gallant Rider of Rohan, Roland's elder brother, Grith, rode towards the aid of his companions.

'There he goes once more, riding again. Shall we check up on our steal, see if they're forged?' Asked Roland not at the slightest worried by his brother running off.

'Sure, but are you not worried for your brother?' Orin questioned Roland's calmness in a situation where Orin would feel anxious about.

'No, he's been through worse, he will be fine and pull through, he always does.' Says Roland reminiscing about the times Grith would come home with multiple scars and injuries upon reckoning. Broken bones and pierce wounds became a somewhat regular.

'Alright,' Replied Orin. 'Let's go then.'

In the Kingdom of Rohan, Roland and Orin moved through the roads towards their new weapons in the forge. Meanwhile Roland's brother galloped on his horse, Lightningbearer towards his fellow riders. He stopped at where the Rohirim were waiting to ambush the orc pack running across the river to Rohan. At that exact moment all the orcs and goblins crossed the river, the Rohan Riders rode at the orc pack. They lunged lance, sword, and mace at the orcs killing many of them. Archers shot arrows into the circled and ensnared enemy, arrows pierced through skull and flesh.

The orcs cut and slashed at the horses, felling some. Goblins stabbed the fallen riders still alive next to their dead horses with duel orc daggers. Other goblins shot arrows with dark crow feathers and gnarled shaft.