Who: Eomer various npcs kind of What: Narrative of Orc goings on. When: Various days travelling and tracking orcs Why: Because he's king and needs to do these kind of things? hee no clue?
This time away was unlike the other, no farewell, no wishing to have lingered, no emotion allowed. Men were fighting the enemy and a village was being burned, but it did not truly still Eomer’s thoughts as far as the last moment his eyes met with his wife’s were concerned. He could only guess at what must be running through her mind, and none of those thoughts were pleasant. A days ride, and another days ride, and yet another, and still his thoughts lingered in the dark, his mood by the time they found the still smouldering village bleak, so his mood became vicious and angry. A good place for a warrior’s mind to place itself, yet with no foe insight, and many injured, Eomer was not at his best to give aid to the survivors, instead he and a few of his chosen men, rode off following the tracks the remaining riders left, those who had yet to return.
They found their bodies, three dead orcs and one stray horse close to the Wold, North, the damn Orcs were headed North. One man was sent back, he would lead the others to give proper burial to those they had found slain as Eomer and a handful carried on, following the tracks the Orc’s had left behind them. Another day past, and then found another dead Orc, this one however had been finished off by the others it was travelling with, and there were signs that they had began to eat it. Not a good sign, but at least the Wold was one of the least populated areas of Rohan. They travelled on, and came to the Great River, finding where the remaining orcs had either crossed or merely attempted to cross, at first Eomer and his men had thought they had been travelling towards the boundary Rohan had with Lorien, but it seemed not.
Why North though, kept Eomer’s mind from dwelling on how he maybe received by Lothiriel on his return, why North, what was North, that the Orcs wished to find. He could understand if they had headed towards Lorien, for Elves would always be some kind of lure for the dark deformed creatures of Mordor, but for the life of him he could not see why or what they were hunting if indeed they were hunting anything, messages however would need to be sent, to both Lorien and Mirkwood, for even if it seemed less likely that they were travelling to Lorien, they would have known that they would be tracked. Mirkwood seemed more the likely place if indeed it were Elves the Orcs were after, for if not, they would have to cross the Anduin once more. If they had crossed further to the east, then Eomer would have assumed they were heading back to Mordor, but not here. Here made no sense to him. Maybe they were headed to Dol Guldur, where it was said that Sauron once had had as his own, and even if they were, well they’d reach it long before any of Eomer’s men could reach the Elves of Mirkwood anyway. He could not lead his men over the Anduin as they had no boats and whilst Orcs may well have little care about their own lives, Eomer saw no point in giving way to his anger and allowing folly to set into his head. No he had to make sure that whatever he did next was done so in a proper manner.
He would be more than half a week late back to Edoras, all that time stewing when he had no other thoughts within it, as to how Lothiriel must be thinking if she had seen with more than merely her eyes, and he was weary of trying to untangle his own reactions to those he would wish she would have. Still men had been left to watch over the furthest reaches of Rohan, and more needed to be sent. The Orcs had entered their lands from the Misty mountains, which again pointed to the fact if they’d wished to raid Lorien they would have done so. As no word had reached Rohan of such happenings, then Eomer was taking it that Lorien was not where they were heading. He had sent two riders to Lorien, knowing they would be met on the boundary and another two to Mirkwood, hoping the elves there would meet them, maybe they would have more to tell him when they arrived for they knew what tracks to look for and how to follow the orcs if they seemed to be heading somewhere other than towards the Elves lands, that was of course if the Anduin and their crossing of it, had not made them perish in the attempt. Either way, the men knew where they had crossed in Rohan and where to look when they reached the Brown lands.
Only Eomer and Deorwine were to head back to Edoras on this occasion and Eomer had no intention of remaining there longer than but a handful of days, whilst gathering more men. He may have been over reacting, but the war had only just ended, and who knew what else fate may through at them.
Greetings,
We have tracked Orcs, that came into Rohan from the Misty Mountains, they are heading North as they crossed the Anduin. We have no idea as of yet if they survived their crossing, but I have sent men to investigate. If the men I have sent pick up further tracks and or encounter any sign of Orcs as they head towards your lands they shall inform you of such.
King Eomer of Rohan.
Greetings,
We have tracked Orcs, that came into Rohan from the Misty Mountains, they are heading North as they crossed the Anduin. As of when I sent this message, we have no knowledge if they were successful. My messengers shall attempt to find out if they were and if so where they were heading. If they find trace of them then my men will inform you of all they have encountered on their journey.