Disclaimer: Come on now, Tolkien can't write this badly! And yes, some of these first few lines have been taken from somewhere and altered to fit the story. Not telling you where though. ^_^ Also, the little ~ followed by some words in italics mean telepathy. And I know Mearas aren't Immortal, but hey, it's satire.

Shadowfax walked up to the lovely, mysterious mare.

~Hello Shadowfax…~she whispered in his mind.

He jumped. She spoke in his head!

~How did you know that name?~ He jumped again. Now he was speaking to her through his mind.

~I know a lot about you. My name is Sleipniara.~

~Sleipniara? The Sleipniara? The one that carried Frodo to Mordor?~

~That was a long time ago~ she replied coolly.

~It's just…I thought you were a stallion.~

~Most stallions do.~

She was amazing. In all of his Immortal Meara life he had never seen anything like it. The last time he remembered feeling so breathless and in the clouds was when the battle of Helm's Deep had been won, thanks to his superior skill.

~How do you know about me?~

~Words gets around, particularly when one can speak to any living creature telepathically.~

Wow. Telepathy. He was enthralled with this creature.

~I don't know about you though. Tell me.~

~I am half Pegasus. You know, horses with wings.~

His heart felt as though it had wings when he was around her.

~My parents were killed when I was but a filly. I was terribly grieved.~

He would kill anything that caused his beloved sorrow.

~I wandered lost through the wilderness for a good part of my eternal life.~

He was lost in her eyes: deep, liquid, violet-gold pools of wisdom and kindness.

~Pegasi are Immortal you know.~

And so were Mearas…they could spend forever together.

~I learned much about war and battle skills.~

She was a warrior as well?

~I met the Hobbit in Mordor, though some wonder why I was in Mordor in the first place.~

It didn't matter…all that mattered was that she was here, now.

~That's the only time anyone ever rode me.~

So proud, she was. Yet so tender and considerate.

~Well, after that ordeal I wandered a bit more. I suppose you could say I wandered as much as the Rangers' horses.~ She laughed, and her laugh was like bells, chimes, clinky things in the wind. ~Fine fellows, really.~

She had befriended the Ranger Horses? They were said to be mysterious and hostile to strangers.

~They don't care, you see, about me being half-Meara, since there are a few half-bloods among them as well.~

Did he detect a hint of sadness in her voice?

~I wish this herd accepted me for what I was, that they looked past my bloodline and saw the soul inside.~

A/N: The corny, cheesy, sappiness of this is starting to get really annoying.