My uncle, then the lord of our house, was killed hunting a boar. He left no heir, and the title fell upon my father. We moved in my seventh winter to the Westfold. We have lived in the Westfold since, and in those years I studied lore and languages from my father, and learned the art of woodcraft from the head Huntsman of our house. I spent two years as an apprentice under the smith Beagnoth, and four years under a wandering bard, where I learned the Warpipe, harp, whistle, and other of the more common instruments. In my seventeenth winter I rode to Edoras with the purpose of joining the Cavalry.
It was a few weeks after I went to the recruiters before I was accepted. The Cavalry only takes the best of Rohan's riders, and I underwent a strenuous exam. By the grace of Bema, I was ordered to train under Feldmarshal (later 3rd Marshal) Feolcwine. He had the best reputation, and I found in him a teacher, leader, and a good friend.
When my training was done, I transfered to the Westmark, the finest of the Eoreds, if I may be so bold as to say. In them I found a group of soldiers who became to me as family, perhaps more so. Rt. 3rd Marshal Feolcwine, Rt. 3rd Marshal Rohwyn, 3rd Marshal Blaedtunge, Feldmarshal Sicilius, Paethfindians Amhran and Elswyth, Maegsterwigend Lana, and Sperewigend Eorinae; we have all fought, and shed our blood in battle together. With soldiers like these, Rohan will never fall!
Forth Helmingas!
