Category: Epic - Vol. III, Book 12: War in the Westemnet
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1 DiscoverEntwade0/1
2 Enter areaAfter you have helped the people of Entwade, travel to the entrance of Underharrow0/1
3 Speak toHorn (Show dialog)
'We have arrived, Player. Now we must find Ellen Fremedon and hope that the tapestry of her that Éowyn wove for us was an exaggeration.
'I must confess that her distaste for the woman strikes me as rather strange. By all accounts, Ellen Fremedon has never spoken against the good of Rohan and has been nothing but loyal to the kingdom and to her husband Dúnhere. Indeed, she is a minstrel of no small skill herself! I heard her play the fiddle once at Eaworth several years ago, and she made it sing in a way I have never heard before nor since.
'Still, make no mistake. These are unwelcome tidings we bring. Even the most reasonable lady will not be pleased to hear the news that many scores of folk are seeking shelter in her hall.'0/1
4 Speak to(Show dialog)
'Your tidings are over-late, bringer of ill news! Ever since early this morn, ragged folk have been pouring into Underharrow, bringing hungry mouths and sad tales! I will not close my gates to them, for the word of Théoden King is law and Dúnhere my husband would be wroth were I to disobey the Lord of the Mark. I will do my duty, but Éowyn cannot expect me to be pleased about sheltering so many.
'You, perhaps, can provide some help to me in return for this hospitality. The blacksmith Ordwald is forging weapons and armour by his home to the south. Go to him and carry the heavy barrels of swords, armour, and spears back to me.'0/1
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8 Speak to(Show dialog)
'I see the question in your eyes, Player. Why have you toiled to bring these barrels here? Why does the sweat so sting your eyes? What good has it done to carry these weapons and armour to me, where they will stay?'
The Lady of Harrowdale's eyes are angry embers as she springs her trap.
'It has done no good, Player. By gift of birth Éowyn commands some little measure of respect, and I give it to her, but she has sent only trouble to Harrowdale. Do you see these swords and spears? Do you see this armour? She has sent to me townsfolk and children, the aged and the infirm. She has sent no warriors! She has sent no one to wield the bright blade, or brandish the sharp spear! These folk will die just as easily here as at Edoras. There is no purpose to this migration!
'If my husband falls, and those who ride with the King are defeated, there is no safety in all of Rohan. This is the cause of my reproach, Player. Éowyn plays at war, as she always has, but there are women in Rohan who truly know what is at stake. I am one of these.'0/1