"Deal then?"
"Yuh huh!"

"Rachel, what was that?"
"Je ne se pais."


Off of a ship, stepped a group of strange looking young women. The elf who was watching the docks sat up in surprise. No one ever came from across the sea. Much less a group of young female humans.

"Ahem.. Misses, what are you doing in the Grey Havens?" asked the elf, blonde hair sparkling in the sun. He had been reclining, strumming absent mindedly on a lute, but now he was all smiles and business.

"Do you have horses waiting for us?" asked a short girl with black hair. She was, maybe five feet and a few inches. Significantly shorter than the elf.

"No, Lady, I'm afraid we don't have any hor.." he stopped, as a long line of black horses, with beautiful leather saddles and harnesses with silver decorations, galloped onto the dock. All were groomed to perfection, and lovely creatures, and all were riderless.

"Ah. Here they are." Said another girl, with red hair. "Thank you for your time."



Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin entered the town of Bree. They were in the middle of their great quest to escort the Ring of Power to Rivendell. They walked into the Inn, and didn't see the shadows that watched them, oh so carefully.



The horses, now each with a young woman mounted on them, were speeding down the narrow roads west of the Shire. They found it easy to converse while riding, by and large. One girl, however, was having problems with the mode of transportation. A short, petite Chinese woman, who was flailing wildly to remain on her horse.

"Meg?" asked a brown haired girl, who wore a ponytail, asked of the red head.

"yes? Lissa?" Meg said, as she veered her horse slightly to the right to avoid a rock on the road.

"Umm… where are we going?" Lissa asked, clutching the reins of her beast tightly. She looked forward to Meg, who was, along with two other girls, leading the pack of horses.

"The man said to go to 'Amon Sûl'. Whatever that is." Meg said. "East, and look for a hill higher than the others."

"There are lots of hills here…" Lissa said, glancing upwards.

"We haven't gone far east enough." Meg replied, and spurred her beast to a faster pace.

Lissa was left in a stream of dust, to wonder where the heck they were going. So she let herself fall back until she was even with the two, shorter girls who were struggling to keep astride their horses.

"Lissa!" one called, as she narrowly swerved to miss a fallen tree. "Why do we have to ride these horses??"

"YOU agreed to it Rachel. Not me." Lissa said, a stern glare rising from her normally sunny countenance to freeze the air between her and Rachel, the Chinese girl with the equine crisis.

"You LET me agree to it." Rachel said. She closed the matter then and there, and though, throughout the entire ordeal, the girls would secretly blame her, they could say nothing. She had an infallible argument.

A/N:: this is.. oh, how to explain this complete lack of sense? it's just my inspiration... XD!
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