Lye naa lle nai
(I am yours to command)
I am going to use one of Ern Lasgayn Elf's
characters; she is another elf so look out for her. Or it might be in
the next chapter. Not sure yet.
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After Aragorn had lost the battle with the Elves,
that he wasn't severely wounded and they had tended to him, the
strange company set off once more:
"Right. I think that it is about time that we
stopped wasting it," Aragorn put extra emphasis on the last two
words and looked at the two she-elves. Then he said "Hannon lle"
(I think that that means thank you but I am not sure, help).
They were about to move off when the two Elves whistled, and three horses with only bridles on, no saddles, came running out of a thick part of the trees. The third horse was tied to the second, and ran along happily beside the other.
The first horse that was on it's own was totally white except for one grey sock on it's front near side hoof. It wore a black bridle, which contrasted sharply with the hair.
The second horse was a Palomino, with a brown bridle, and the third was a bay with a black one.
"Thought that it might be an easier mode of transport than running. Especially with you in that condition," she said pointing at Aragorn.
Ithil continued: "One of our party left us early to travel to Rohan. She was needed there, which is why we had a third horse. Thiel, of Mirkwood. One of my closest friends. Even if she is a bit clumsy."
"But," Sam said, "There are six of us and three of them," he finished a bit confused.
"Sam, they are large horses and you are only small hobbits, two to a horse works fine," Aragorn explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You can come with me Sam," said Amrun with a smile.
Sam looked at Aragorn apprehensively. "I know that this sounds stupid my ladies but I know not how to ride," he said going a little red.
"You do not need to young Master Hobbit. We will ride in front and you can sit behind or in front of us, we care not," she said simply.
Pippin and Aragorn, Amrun and Sam and Ithil and Merry.
As they were riding, Aragorn could feel Pippins tight grip around his waist. It was slow going until they got out of Troll Shaws. When they did a wide landscape opened before them, with a wide but shallow river in front of the company.
"The Ford," said Aragorn. He jumped of his horse, leaving Pippin sitting there himself. Pippin leaned forward hugging the horses neck tightly, who in turn put it's head down sending Pippin crashing to the ground.
Aragorn just shook his head and the two elves giggled to each other.
Aragorn crouched down and studied the ground for a while.
"Arwen got here. Around a day ago, along with the Wraiths it looks like." At this he ran across the shallow river and his horse followed him, towing the rest of the company behind.
"There is only one set of hoof prints here. They were not lost."
"How do you know that. They could have fallen off in the river or something and the horse could have walked across," Sam questioned.
"No. I have tracked Florian, Arwen's horse before. The footprints are too deep. He had the combined weight of one man on his back. Which is about right."
"But there were two of them?" Merry complained, confused.
"I know but Hobbits are small and Elves are light, one man would be about right, trust me" he said standing up and mounting the horse.
He trotted back across the river and leaned down, grabbing Pippin by the back of the collar and hoisting him up behind him. Pippin quickly grabbed his waist again.
Sorry that it is so short. Please Review.
Kelly Tolkien
