Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Son Ascendant |
Another for ErinRua, who asked for any Dúnadan interacting with any of the Rohirrim. |
| As night to day they had ever been to each other, the Ruling Steward and the Servant Prince. The two odd halves of the world's turning, Ecthelion thought, as Thengel stood before him in his study on a hasty summons. "What word from Rohan, 'Thelya?" Thengel asked, foreboding in his eyes. For as the sun must ever blaze brighter than the moon, so must he learn now to outshine me, Ecthelion thought. Poor man! Thus clasping Thengel's arms, he said firmly: "Long in friendship and service, Fengelsson. Let me be first to say it, therefore: Wes hal, cyning thære Mearce." |
Wes hal, cyning thære Mearce—Hail, king of the Mark. |