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Several forces of men charge across Rohan, heading toward a small village. In the town, the villagers quickly gather their things. A woman called Morwen packs necessities on her horse. She calls out to her children. "Éothain! Éothain!" A young boy and girl, Éothain and Freda, run to their mother with their bags. Morwen helps him on the horse. "You'll take your sister. You'll go faster with just two," she says and pats their legs, but her daughter mumbles quietly. " Papa says Éothain must not ride Garulf. He is too big for him!" Her mother doesn't listen.

Morwen lifts Freda onto the horse in front of her brother. "Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?" Éothain nods, saying, " Yes, Mama!" His sister begins to cry and reaches for her mother. " I don't want to leave. I don't want to
go, Mama." She says. Her mother assures her softly, " Freda, I will find you there." A Scream breaks the moment, and Morwen runs to look. The far side of the village is under siege. Villagers are running towards Morwen. Morwen's face frowns, and she exclaimed, "Quickly!" She then slaps the horse, and it rides off with the children...Freda continues crying and reaching for her mother...Morwen looks after them sorrowfully.

"Go, child." She whispers. Wild men and Uruk-hai overrun the village... the villagers try in vain to escape...they are cut down...the village burns in their wake. Éothain and Freda weep as they look back. The village burns. Smoke billows into the air. Reluctantly, they urge garulf onto Edoras. " Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall."

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Eomer is leading a group of Rohirrim through the fords at Isen.  They find a group of slain Rohan soldiers lying. " Theodred. Find the king's son!" He calls out, and The Rohirrim dismounts and begins searching. "Mordor will pay for this," horseman snarls but his captain answers with the same spite. "These Orcs are not from Mordor." He growls. Eomer turns the head of a dead orc and reveals the white hand of Saruman on his helmet.

Suddenly a voice Pericles the air, and the captain of the Rohirrim turns his head to the guard that had called. "My Lord Eomer, over here!" Eomer runs overglazing at the young prince that lies unconscious on the battered ground, blood clinging to his duty blonde tendrils. Éomer's eyes widen softly as he sees Theodred's chest hwvaumf with tiny breaths he takes. "    He's alive." He utters.

The Rohirrim race back to Edoras. Eomer is carrying Theodred in front of him.
Eowyn is looking out from the front of the Golden Hall; she rushes into a bed-chamber where Eomer is kneeling next to Theodred on the bed. "    Theodred." She whispers and joins her brother. Theodred has a nasty head wound. Eomer gestures for Eowyn to look under the covers. She sees the massive wound in his abdomen and closes her eyes. They exchange sorrowful glances.

Together they go to speak to King Theoden. Theoden is sitting motionless in his chair, withered and old. "Your son is badly wounded, my lord." The lady of Rohan says sadly, looking at her uncle. "Orcs ambushed him. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force." Her brother speaks up, but the king shows no reaction. From behind him, Grima appears. "That is a lie. Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally." He hissed softly into the king's ear. The king mumbled to Gríma to come to his level, whispering somtbukg in his ear.

"Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman" Éomer anncones and drops an orc helmet, and it rolls over, showing the white hand of Saruman. The expression on Grima's face gives away that he's not pleased with the news, and he kneels next to Théoden. "Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your malcontent wearies your uncle...... you're warmongering." The man says, and Éomer fumes with anger but holds his cool.

" Warmongering?" He hissed then and suddenly grabbed Gríma, pressing him against the Pilar, snarling, " How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure?" Grima glances over Eomer's shoulder as Eowyn walks out of the Hall in answer to the captain's... Eomer follows his eyes and sees him looking at his sister. Eowyn pauses and exchanges a glance with Grima, then walk out frowning. " Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps." Éomer hissed.

The snake looks over Eomer's shoulders as two guards approach Eomer and pull him off. "You see much, Eomer, son of Eomund," Gríma growls as a start. Eomer struggles to free himself from the guards. " Too much. You have banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan......and all its domains under pain of death." The man hissed proudly. "You have no authority here. Your orders mean nothing." Éomer sneers. An evil grim raises upon the face of Gríma, and he says, "This order does not come from me. It comes from the king. He signed it this morning." He shows Eomer the manuscript banishes him from the Kingdom of Rohan.

"�Let it be known that

Eomer, Son of eomund,
third Marshall of Riddermark

Is banished forthwith from
the Kingdom of Rohan and all
its domains from this day forth,
being the eighth and thirty�th
year of the reign of

Theoden, Son of Thengel,
King of Rohan"

But before Éomer can say anything, he's dragged out.

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