Halbarad brings a gift from Rivendell. A drabble.
The dusk light had nearly faded to evening's grey, but no matter. A ranger's ears can hear a man approach. Eight hoofsteps.
"Halbarad."
He dismounted, leading the new horse toward me.
"All was well in Imladris?"
He smiled knowingly. "Aye, she lives."
I turned to face him. "I did not ask of Arwen --" But then I saw the horse. I knew that proud back, that hardy coat. A horse of the Valley.
Halbarad leaned close. "The lady is well, and wishes you the same."
'Twas good it was so dark. A ranger did not smile so foolishly at a horse.