Drabble Ten: Transportation
For long years Asfaloth had borne him, the wind blowing through his hair, hooves pounding rhythmically on the turf. White mane tossing with his speed, foam-flecked and sweaty after a long day, Asfaloth had always been his one steed and his only means of transportation.
And as he watched the noble horse leap forwards with Frodo swaying atop, he decided he would keep it that way.