It had been a long travel from Edoras to the footsteps of his son's house at Lossarnach. Literally days on the road with only the bare minimum not to call the attention of thieves or other enemies. It was his choice to travel light and fast. His travel companion, Hild, daughter of minor Rohirrim noble Aldor, was his only company during this trip. His old body was no longer fitting for such excesses. He had to admit it, but it was important. He had to settle his differences with his only son Thengel for the good of the people and the future of Rohan. Fengel knew for a fact, as he had tried in many ways to no success so far, that Thengel would not heed his calls, let alone come to him so they could talk. He had to be the one to come to his son. It was the only way it would work.

Though the king didn't see his current situation as diminishing to his kingly status as many would think if they knew he was taking these steps. Few truly understood him throughout his lifetime, his wife being one of them, but now she was long years gone. In the way he was able, Fengel missed his son's company and did want to have it back if only for a few days before his responsibilities would force his return to the Halls of Meduseld. His informants, as Hild though the most trusted among them wasn't his only one, had informed him of Thengel's marriage to a woman native of that region of Gondor and that they already had two children, a girl and a boy, in that order. The boy should be a toddler by now and the girl around five years of age. 

One who watched the two riders approach from afar would believe they were two simple poor travelers, never to guess one was the aging king of Rohan and the other one was a noble born Rohirrim lady. They both wore similar black cloaks to conceal their features and their clothes beneath them were light and comfortable, chosen logically for the purpose and considering the duration of the trip. The only sign the riders might be more than the beggars they seemed to be was the quality and beauty of the horses which carried them all the way. White as the snow, with strong muscles that granted them the speed and the strength their riders needed to fulfill their trip with as much safety as possible nowadays.

They had managed to enter the premises because Hild was already a welcomed guest, being the younger sister of Haleth, Thengel's best friend and guard from an early age. Get to the footsteps of his son's house presented no issues once they had entered his lands and with Hild's guidance there was no chance for him to get lost. Fengel stopped his mount a few meters away from the front entrance of Thengel's house. As he observed the door, he thought about the fact that he had never had any other place to call home, only the Halls of Meduseld. He had traveled and stayed nights in other places, but he could never call them his home. It was a strange thought to him. He stayed there and halted his mare, Ealida, completely, waiting for Hild's next step silently.

((OOC: Haleth, Morwen and Théoden are welcome to join this thread if so they wish, just PM me if any of you would want the tags related to your character taken from this thread. I think the order could be: Fengel, Hild, Haleth and Thengel at first. Morwen and the toddler Théoden joining later on. Imagine the cuteness and the weirdness of Théoden jumping into his grandpa's lap as the innocent toddler that he is...))

((OOC2: Edit to update the name of Fengel's mare.))