At dawn, the waves rise high. The foaming crests take the shape of white horses. Together, they spring from the waves and gallop across the beach, up the cliffs, and over the White Mountains. They are the heralds of the day. Every day, be it overcast, sunny, or stormy, they bring in the light of day. (Note: Contains some elements from "Little White Horse" by Elizabeth Goudge.)
Rated: K - English - Fantasy - Chapters: 15 - Words: 19,112 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 10/8/2018 - Published: 5/8/2018 - Eomer, Lothíriel - Complete