A loud roar echoed through Rohan, announcing your arrival to the city. The sun was heavy against the plain lands beating down on the many fields that filled the land, now thriving after the Battle of Helms Deep. The citizens were a stir with the sight of a large dragon and its rider. As well as the return to their home, the return of their beloved King, who had once been cursed and manipulated by Grima and Saruman. They were all happy with the return of Ăomer and their horse army. Inside the large hall atop a cliff King ThĂšodan, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Ăomer, Pippin and Merry and Gandalf. They spoke about Minis Tirith and if they should aid them with their constant battle against the creatures of Mordo
Aragorn paused from his pipe and glanced towards the large double doors while Legolas seemed merely confused. Remembering the stories his father told him of the fire worms of the South. While Gimli stopped his pigging and stared at Aragorn, Ăomer rested his hands on his broadsword and was ready to tear a dragon open, Merry and Pippin shaking inside their boots and stared at each other. Ăyowen paused from admiring Aragorn. All confused at the sound of a roar.
Gandalf The White smiled, a familiar sound to a very old friend who he thought would aid Rohan if they truly stormed towards Minis Tirith. He walked like a healthy man rather than a reborn wizard using his white staff as he called out through the double doors. "They have arrived!" The others confused as he burst through the large doors. "Who? Who arrived?" Gimli snarled loudly, Dwarves didn't have a good story about a firedrake from the north. A familiar face was shown to Gandalf, who smiled warmly at the sight of you. "My dear friend, I am so glad you make it. As well as your mount, who has certainly grown." He gestured to the dragon, ThĂšodan stood with an air of distrust towards the rider, as did his nephew and niece. Gimli stood beside Legolas, who merely stared, Aragorn had a small smirk, also happy to see a familiar face.