Rohans Stables

[Anwyn]

Rohirrim are known for there love of horses, and as such there mounts are taken care of in a way befitting of there great service and sacrafrice. If a Horses rider is killed in battle it is not uncommon for a horse to be retired to pasture or set loose to the wild for it will accept no other rider.

This is where the mounts of Rohan are sheltered when not out to pasture of in use of service.

[Anwyn]

The torch that lit the stall danced and flickered with every gust of wind that blew through the stables open window. Outside stars shone serenely in the night sky but inside a tormented struggle took place. The Mare moaned lowly and thrased her head about in the straw as she once again tried to deliver her foal. Anwyn stroked her dark neck, slick with sweat "Its alright Twilian, You are doing well" she reassured the horse. Most often Horses would wait until the wee hours of the morning so that they may deliver there foal in secret but this was not the case for this had been going on for quite some hours now.

Having taken particular intrest in this particualar breeding for her own mount had sired this foal, Anwyn was almost as exhausted as the mare for she had spend long hours aiding however she could, long hair pull of straw and her hands filfthy but neither affected her.

The mare thrashed uncomftably and Anwyn moved as not to be kicked, this was taking far too long, It was quite possible that the foal was already dead and this was why things were not proceeding. A small pair of hooves were beginning to appear, rolling up her sleeves Anwyn grasped them and began to pull meeting with some resistance she waited before attempting this again. The hooves were then followed by legs and a head, without as much help from her a foal now lay on upon the straw. Acting quickly, she removed a dagger from her belt and sliced away at the sac that had kept it safe for these so many months, clearing away much from its nostrils and sat back, watchingly breathlessly.

There was no movement, Anwyn lowered her head for she had been to late after all. Then the small stick like legs began to thrash as the foal rised its head. It would not be able to walk just yet, so carefully she picked it up and placed it near the dams head. The mare who moments earily had been on the verge of exhaustation raised her head and began to lick the filly clean.

The filly was dark like her parents, with a white stripe running down the length of her face and white marks upon her legs, she would grow to be strong and agile like her father no doubt but now she was attempting to master standing, and after several unsessful attempts she rose and stood shaikily for a moment before falling down again. The mare was to her feet again, nudging at the foal encouragingly who made another attempt to stand and wobbled over to the the horse and began to nurse.

Smiling, Anwyn turned and left allowing for the mother to bond with the thing she had labored so long for to bring into the world for so long, she began to walk towards the Golden Hall to take what little sleep she could before sunrise.