Fiorwen's tangled, sweaty hair flew out behind her as the horse ran with all it's might. When they were about three fourths of the way down the mountain she gently urged the horse to slow, and gradually he complied. "Good Boy," she said patting his neck. Fiorwen looked around and when she had gathered her bearings, she urged the horse into a gallop once again. A half-hour later they arrived at the based of Mount Doom. The ground was barren and the few trees that remained looked as though they had been burned. Tears of sorrow and hate filled Fiorwen's eyes, and she leaned closer to the neck of the horse, urging him faster. It was growing dark, and she was afraid to continue to travel, for everything looked different at night when one is in a hurry and scared. And she could not afford to make any mistakes, or get lost. She reigned in the horse and slid off him. She stood patting his neck and thinking. Finally she turned to the saddlebag and withdrew a blanket. She lead the horse over to one of the burned trees and tied him to it.
"I'm sorry. There is no grass here for you," she spoke stroking the horse's neck. She untied the saddle and saddlebags, trying to make the horse more comfortable for the night. Sighing she turned away and wrapped herself in the blanket. She lay down next to where the horse was standing, his head bowed. Somehow she managed to fall asleep, the smog from mount Doom blocking the tiny pricks of light from the distant stars.
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Fiorwen woke with a start, and she rose her hand automatically to swat Jaron to make him remove his hand from her head. When her hand meet nothing she remembered…
~Well this is all I have so far, but I wanted to update. Please R/R. Hope you like it.