Brego awaited in the royal stables for his owner to come. He tossed his head and stamped the ground impatiently. He saw his owner and whinnied happily. He watched his owner unlock the door and Brego trotted out to greet him.
His owner laughed.
"Good morning Brego!"
As if to say "Good morning Legolas!" Brego reared up and neighed.
Legolas pet the yearling and tacked him up. He leaped up onto his back and clucked. Brego began to trot, unusually loyal for a horse his age. They cantered into the woods and Brego slowed to a walk. Legolas's blond hair streamed down his back, like stars against all of the dark greens and browns and blacks. Brego suddenly stopped and perked his ears. His nostrils flared and he tossed his head up. He reared up and charged back to Mirkwood palace. It was a long journey back, not including what was about to come.
The two were about one mile from the palace when something large leaped from the trees and landed on Legolas, a Warg! Brego pinned his ears and charged at the warg trying to draw him away from Legolas. Two more leaped out and Brego fought them too. Legolas leapt onto Brego's back and started to shoot the Wargs. Brego reared up and Legolas tumbled to the ground.
He brushed himself off and started to shoot, but he did not see the Warg with an Orc on his back jump towards him, he did not see the knife leave the Orc's hand, but Brego did. Without thinking twice he leaped in between the knife, the Warg with the Orc, and Legolas.
With a strangled cry Brego fell to the ground with a knife in his chest. The Orc laughed and they left.
"NO! Brego!" Legolas hugged his horse to his chest and cried. "Brego, my sweet Brego!"