Character decided to return to the Rohon in the Fall of 2947.

I was born a wild youth on the plains of the Mark. Life astride the horse. As all Rohirrim, the saddle was my playground, the horse my playmate. At the age of eight I broke and partnered with, Maling, a beautiful spirited chestnut and white paint, his mane and tail a pearl white with a sword-shaped white patch on his brow between his focused eyes. Like the fathers before me I grew broad-shouldered and tall, my gold hair ran wild and braided falling half-way down my back, still a young man my face is kept a tightly trimmed beard. At my becoming a man ceremony I was given a choice, join the king's guard, or stake out for my own glory. I opted to ride in the king's guard. For about two years, I lived with the hearty men of the Riddermark protecting and paroling the vast Eastemnet and Wold frontier of Rohan. My time with them was cherished, however, the call for farther lands could not be subsided. On my 18th names day, I decided to leave Rohan, to see the North. King Thengel, gave me his word upon my return I would have a place among the Horse Lords of the Riddermark. My father, on my parting, gave me the helm I wear passed down by his father. It has given our ancestors courage, which I dream to pass to my eldest son. The men of the mark traveled with me beyond the edge of Rohan following The Great River, until it turns into the Great River of Wilderland. From there I have continued my way North through the Nether Vales following the River.