A/N- I decided 2 rewrite some of this fic, 2 fit with the same fic a friend of mine is writing, called The Horsemanship of the Ring. If anyone remotely likes this fic, u will love hers. it is 10X better than mine. It deals more with the hobbits and their ponies, whereas mine focuses on the events in the life of a young female elf.

Disclaimer: only Me'adal, SulfeƤ, and the plot are mine. The Tibboh Seinop belong to my friend Lindsay, as well as the Elvish included.

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Since I am feeling especially grateful today, I have decided to write thank- yous to all the wonderful reviewers! ^_^

TalkoftheTown4eva- thanx 4 reviewing EVERY chapter of EVERY story I have written. Yur support means a whole lot! ^_^

Godforsaken- yur advice means a lot! I decided to take out all of the Elvish, but I am still unsure of names and such. I left them in 4 now, but e-mail me at rivendellgurl15@charter.net and maybe we can meet online sometime so u kan help me w/ the names!

Serenity- isn't school so boring? I'm in computer class right now. That's the only good class I have all day; I kan get on the internet! ^_^

Fly Without Wings- yes! I am finally updating!

Huntress of the Night- yah, I know I've said u already, Ser. But still, it's a different name! Lol. I try and make them in character.. I try. ^_^

James Cobb- I know ya only reviewed once cause I asked ya 2, but thanx newayz! ^_^

Alynna Lis Eachann- nope! No romance. One, because it seems to be kinda sue 2 me, and two because I kuldn't write it if my life depended on it! ^_^

WOW!! 19 reviews! That's the most I've had, besides my Harry Potter fic, which has 25, and that's my friends' idea, I just beta it. ^_^

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Ya know, its kinda ironic, Godforsaken. I kan beta someone elses fic, but I kan't beta my own. Weird, huh? O well. On with the story!

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As the cool, fall winds blow softly through the amber leaves of Rivendell, a young female Elf is seen, trotting around a circular ring. Her ebony stallion moved with fluid, graceful movements as he moved about the ring. His feathery mane flowed gently behind him, and his tail cascaded behind him like an ever-changing waterfall.

"Me'adal!"

She looked up when she heard her name called. She rolled her eyes, then turned her horse and cantered across the ring to her sister. Arwen was not going to be pleased with her.

"Me'adal! What are you doing? Heavens, if only father could see you! Sitting like a male, what were you thinking? Father would be angry."

She crossed her arms and gave Arwen a smug look. "Father would not be angry. He will be happy when I tell him why I am sitting this way."

Arwen was unimpressed. "And why are you?"

The younger Elf reached down to pat her snowy mount. "I am learning to shoot arrows and wield a sword. SulfeƤ and I will be as good as any male or warrior in battle."

Arwen let out a small chortle, obviously trying to suppress a stronger fit of laughter. She finally composed herself and spoke. "I doubt the pleasure that that will give to father. Tell him soon, for he will not be in a good mood after he hears what we have to tell him."

Me'adal then noticed the group for the first time. It was some four or five other Elves, and all seemed worried. Their mounts, sweaty and tired, looked as though they had just come from a long gallop.

"Come, Brethil, we must inform Elrond of our findings. We waste valuable time lingering here." Arwen said to one of the Elves.

Deciding that going with the older Elves was much more interesting than riding around in circles, Me'adal turned her horse to the opposite end of the ring, then urged him into a canter. They soared easily over the low fence and slowed to a trot, quickly catching up with the others.

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After hearing nothing that interested her while in the barn with the others, Me'adal walked farther down the aisle of stalls to a mare. She had her head hung heavily over the stall door. Her ears hung loosely down like a mule's, and she had a tired, weary look in her liquid brown eyes. Me'adal walked slowly up to the Elven mare, and let herself into her stall. Stroking the mare's distended belly, she spoke to her quietly.

"Mal'Vanima, you grow more and more each day. I'm sure that the baby is healthy."

"Me'adal! It is nearly time for supper!" Arwen called down the aisle to her.

She gave Mal'Vanima one final pat, then headed slowly toward the house. She ate a meager supper, eager for the night so she could watch over the mare once again. She headed to her room to gather her things to take to the barn. But, there was a certain father waiting, who was not happy with her....

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