He climbed up to sit on a low wall, the strength of the wind in this place nearly taking his breath away. Rohan was a lot different from Gondor, with all of this wind!
From up here he could see the horses and riders in the field below. A man was barking orders to them and the Riders would move in formation. It was wondrous to see.
A shadow fell over him and he looked up at his father. "Will I be a Rider of the Mark someday?" he asked.
His father smiled and ruffled his hair. "Most certainly, Théoden."