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Arwen stared around her as they rode into the camp. There were about thirty white tents set up in a circle. The horses grazed in the centre of the circle, tied on long ropes to wooden posts in the ground. Men, women and children bustled around.
"Do you want me to take your horse?" asked Miriel after they had dismounted.
"Thank you, but I would rather take care of her myself."
Miriel smiled. "I like to see people who like to take care of their own animals."
Arwen tethered the mare (Lothroiel) and began to unsaddle her. She and Miriel talked as they took care of the horses.
"Are you named after Feanor's mother?" Arwen inquired.
"No, the other Miriel. Tar- Palantir's daughter. I hope my fate will not be like hers, though." Miriel replied. "You'll know the story, I presume, being Lord Elrond's daughter."
"Yes. What are we doing once we finish with the horses?" Arwen asked, while brushing Lothroiel's beautiful coat.
"We will need to prepare for tomorrow, like sharpening blunt blades. Then there will be a meal, followed by some story telling and song. Then we can retire."
A child suddenly appeared, running at full pelt. She slammed into Miriel.
"Look where you're going, Rochwen," scolded Miriel with a glint of laughter in her eyes.
The girl smiled. "You must be the elf Estel keeps on telling us so much about."
Arwen blushed slightly. "How old are you, Rochwen?"
"Thirteen years, three months, two weeks and.."
"Rochwen!"
"...fifteen days. I'm Estel's cousin."
"Must you tell everyone that?" Miriel asked.
"Yep. Can I see your horse, Arwen?"
"Now you see why we called her Rochwen," Miriel laughed. (Rochwen means "horse maiden" in Elvish).
"Of course you can," said Arwen.
"What's her name?"
"Lothroiel. She's the grey next to Miriel's horse."
"Thanks!" Rochwen ran off again at full pelt, bumping into Halbarad, yelling "Sorry!" and only slowing down once she neared the horses.
Miriel rolled her eyes, and turned back to Arwen. "Nimwen says you can sleep in her tent. I can get you some spare blankets."
"It's okay, I brought some."
"Yes, and they're sopping wet, dirty and smelly. I'll get you some clean ones."
"Thank you."
Arwen and Miriel went their separate ways to do the jobs they had to do before the meal.
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Short, I know. But only because I want more people to review and because I'm too tired to write anything else and want to get it posted. I hope you enjoyed it, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Everyone review, so I know about you, even if you just put: "Hi, read your fic, liked it/disliked it (delete as appropriate), Bye." At least I'll know I have an audience, although longer reviews would be appreciated!