At Helm's Door

[menelsul]

*There is a great clatter of hooves, and then a sudden pounding against the solid wood of the barrier. A sharp neigh pierces the air, followed by the insistent scraping of steel-shod hooves against pavement. Menelsul has arrived with the message from the Quarters

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[helm_hammerhand]

yes...?

[menelsul]

*blowing hard from his long run*

You are Helm?

*rushes ahead as soon as he receives confirmation of the man's identity*

I was sent from Minas Tirith with a message. A woman posing as a servant named Vanthene has taken your daughter and killed Frealaf. The residents of the Steward's Quarters did all they could to stop her. A man named Gorlim has already ridden out in pursuit.

*flicks ears and prances*

My message is also for a man called Erkenbrand. Where can I find him?

[helm_hammerhand]

I...know about my daughter being captured. I did not know about my nephew dying.

And Erkenbrand is not here. He hasn't been around here for a long while.

Someone feed the messenger.

[menelsul]

*half-pins ears*

I'm sorry to bring you this news. As I understand it, Eomer called an emergency meeting and is doing what he can to deal with the situation.

*sidles to the side when a groom tries to take him in hand and pins his ears, making it clear he dislikes the man's forwardness; relaxes when the groom sets a pan of feed down and backs away*

Thank you for your hospitality, Lord. I am Menelsûl. My sire is Felaróf. *knows that he does not have to name Felaróf as foundation sire of the Mearas to a man of Rohan* If there is anything I can do, please tell me.