Today we slew many Orcs, though we lost worthy warriors in so doing.
Then, I espied three strangers, springing from the grass, so it seemed, asking my aid.
What marvel is this? An Elf and a Dwarf, beings I believed existed but in legend. A man too. Tall and proud he stood, mighty as a mearh, stirring my soul.
The light in his eyes, kindled hope anew.
Another drabble, for the "There and Back" challenge. I fear my Muse isn't feeling greatly inspired, though I like Éomer
