Originally Posted by
Lucius Malfoy
What the Dunedain called barbaric was called tradition by the Easterlings. Gizik had taught his children to understand that their overlords would not truly accept nor understand their culture. It was viewed as tainted by the machinations of Morgoth and Sauron, barbaric as the Dunlendings to the East, and primitive in comparison to their rich Edain culture and heritage. Yet, just like the Dunedain, the Easterlings were fierce warriors, born to wield sword, spear, and bow, and becoming masters of the horse and chariot. Quite so, the Enemy had made the Easterlings, with their golden armor and long pikes, as his shock troops in various battles. Most notably where they all stood, the fierce siege of Minas Tirith that nearly broke the Kingdom of Gondor. Then came the years of peace and then war. Even now, his kin were still licking their wounds and trying to accept the overlordship of the Dunedain.
It is tradition to go East. Our ancestor ensured that, when becoming adults, we must tame a horse of our homeland and make the journey alone. It is a trial that all men and women of my family have endured. Those who fail are never heard from again. Another tradition is burying our fathers in the homeland to the East. Our father, Gizik, was taken there after his death and buried upon the lands of our ancestors, of those before Uzbur.
Kaidu speaks calmly of his family's traditions before looking at Ornendil.
My brother, in fact, is venturing in the lands of Rhun as we speak. His horse has unfortunately fallen ill and will likely not recover. He seeks a worthy steed to replace his dying mount... for an Easterling without a horse lives a lonely life. We were born to move and ride after all. The Wainriders being the greatest and most prominent example of our culture, Lord Ornendil.