Hello friends!!! I did not have time to read any reviews that you might have given me I just started this one right after I finished #3. Any who, this is not the answer chapter but I promise that it is coming up. You just have to read on. Any who, enjoy.

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Ch. 4

Concerning Horses

            'After I show you your room, do you wish for me to show you around our city?' Figwit asked Erile as they walked back through the great wooden doors.

            'That would be wonderful, though I wish to see my friend, Isilcú, above all,' she pleaded. Figwit could tell that she dearly loved the beast.

            'Where did he come from? I thought that Aragorn was to supply you with a horse.'

            'He was, originally. Though when my father heard that war was on the rise he bid me to take Isilcú along, I was delighted for he would not agree to it before.

            'Isilcú is my dear friend. None could replace him,' she smiled at the thought of him.

            Figwit was silent as the two walked toward the stables. Finally he spoke up, 'I ask you this, what is he, for he is unlike any horse we have here.'

            Erile laughed at the confused look upon his face. 'In common tongue we call his kind the Unicorns. Though, in our language we call them the Dil Rokko.'

            'Are these steeds kin to the horse?'

            'We do not know, only those learned of the accent lore still remember.'

            'Isilcú is very beautiful indeed, are there many of his kind in your land?'

            'Yes, they roam like the deer of the woods. It is magnificent to happen upon a herd. They speak in a language of their own. The young ones are as our children, running and chasing one another. It is wonderful!'

             Figwit watched as all the pain and stress was lifted from her. She looked years younger and even more beautiful, if that was at all possible.

            They arrived at the stable after a long walk in silence. After their talk at the beginning of the walk they both had kept quiet.

            Two stable men stood at the on duty at the entrance. As Figwit and the lady neared they opened the doors. One spoke to Figwit before he entered.

            'Mān ré gon! Na hi ien i nil Larnidile?'

            'Yes, hi na híril Erile ello Bithrineal o thrad i gear.'

            'Good day, M' Lady. I hope that you can forgive us for not speaking in the common tongue, I forget that the elves from across the sea do not speak the same as we,' he said bowing low.

            'Im ore ú,' she said slowly pronouncing each syllable slowly.

            'You speak it too!' he laughed.

            'My father taught me some but I am not as fluent in it as you.'

            'You are doing well!' he praised her.

            'Indeed,' Figwit agreed.

            'Thank you.'

            The stable hand bowed low as the two entered. 'Mān ré!'

            They walked past many stable doors. Each was labeled with the name of the beast that was behind it. Hithion, Figwit's horse neighed as they walked closer. 'A! mellon! Lye nar linte. Aman non nolde le.' He opened the gate to pet him. The horse came forward and laid his head on the elf's shoulder.

            Erile smiled, and then turned to find her unicorn. She looked left and right in search of her horse. At the end of the barn a few stalls were kept for the non resident horses. There she found him.

            Isilcú whinnied; glad to see her. 'Hello,' she said. He rushed up to the door and pawed at it. She opened the door and he backed away to let her in. she stepped into the stable and closed the door behind her.

            Her saddle bags were laying, straddled over the rail to the stable. She walked over and began to dig through them. Isilcú nudged her in the back with his nose. 'Yes, yes, I'm getting your brush. Hold on,' she laughed. She felt the soft bristles hit her finger tips. 'Ah, her it is.'

            She pulled it out and walked over to Isilcú. His coat rippled as she ran the brush over the silver fur.

            Erile enjoyed brushing him. She loved the feel of his silken coat. She ran her hand over his flanks. Hair and dust floated up from the horse.

            'He is loosing his winter coat,' Figwit spoke from behind.

            Erile jumped for she had not heard him coming up from behind, 'Yes,' she turned around quickly. 'Do you wish to leave?' she questioned.

            'Only if you do M' Lady,' he answered. 'Are you going to want your saddle bags in your room?'

            'Yes, why?'

            He began to pick them up. 'Wait!' she stopped him. 'I need to put this back into the bag. 'I will carry thoughs.' She reached for her saddle bags that were now held by Figwit. Although he raised them above her head before she could grab them.

            'No, allow me, your highness.' Figwit bowed low.

            'Thank you,' she said doing a curtsy and them imitating a royal strut to the stable doors.

Figwit smiled and shook his head as he watched her. He them continued on his way out the door.

I hope that it sorta cleared up the whole horse thing. I know that it was not the main thing on your mind though. Chapter after next is the one that explains everything. Once again, review, review, and review!!!!!!