February 2

Where in the heck am I! I'm freezing my freakin' butt off and OH-EM-GEE! When did THIS happen? I have russet-brown hair, no darker than a brunette who spends a lot of time outside. Very light color, a little blonde even, but generally reasonably normal. Guess what? IT"S BLACK! Ebony, raven's wing BLACK. . .And CURLY! Well not so much curly as straight, ending in goblet rings. At least it's not too much longer than it was at home.

I tried to stand but that was dumb and I fell down again. Now where am I? I am uncoordinated but this is a record. AND seeing as I have no Irish luck whatsoever there seems to be something coming towards me.

A massive, black horse's head pushed through the foliage. It's ears were pricked tentatively foward and it was soaking wet. I started speaking a few choice words in Gaelic and scootching backwards as fast as my uncoordinatedness would let me. That made the horse come all the way foward. Oh great that's a Nazgúl horse. . .A NAZGÚL HORSE? Oh, awiergain!

And the horsey person instincts take all the way over. I mean, how can you resist huge chocolate eyes and a big furry face? Okay maybe Runa could but that's beside the point. Well, maybe his eyes were a little crimson-ish. An-y-way: He was really cut up and that tack he had on was made solely of bad quality leather and rusty metal, and rings and buckles. I got up, I cannot leave a horse uncomfortable-ever ever ever ever ever!

And it for-ev-er to get the tack off. Cold fingers and wet leather don't mix well at all. AND every time I touched his saddle he started crow-hopping. Fun. Most of the armor is mostly off now, so I feel better. I don't think I could get the saddle off, his back is waaaaaaay to high. He's probably 18.3-.4 hands high. That's about 73.4 inches, or 6.2 feet at the shoulder for you non-horsey peeps. Yeah, biiiiiiiiig horse.

So, I did the only thing that made sense. . .to me- I got on. And now commences the one-rider-rodeo. I am NOT gonna say I got him under control the moment my rear hit the saddle. We fought with each other for miles. HE apparently knows where he's going, so I'M trusting the horse. I think he's fast enough to get away from any trouble. And I growing on him-literally.

February 3

I have named my horse, yes he is mine now. Those wraiths are never getting him back. He's mine. MINE YOU HEAR? Rant over. I named him Esgar, after one of my old RP horses. They act similar. Oh, I keep referring to him as he for particularly obvious reasons. But he answers to it, I think he likes having a name.

February 4

Day three of the endless riding. I've gone and tied my legs to the saddle, I think I may fall off. Esgar doesn't seem tired at all, he's like the Energizer Pony. Dalgrub.

February 5

Missed a scout today, form somewhere, I don't really know where. I don't think it would have gone well for me if he had found us. There's a sword of sorts attatched to the saddle and I don't think I could get it out of the sheath (it's soo long) EVEN IF I wasn't scared to death of touching it. Nasty things happen when you mess with things you don't know about. E.G- stepping in a puddle with no refelction and getting your butt landed in Arda, last time I EVER do THAT again.

February 6

Day six of the endless riding and I am the most saddle-sore I have ever been in my entire life. And it's starting to rain. Oh. Joy.

February 7

I'm recording this, as I have no memory of it. Last night Esgar and I rode up to some settlement. The thunder and lightning were scaring him so he was acting more like a real Wraith horse again, not my bad-tempered stallion. Yes there is a difference, in contrast to what Runa thinks.

I was yelling for someone to help me out, until I got mad and started yelling for someone to tell me where and when I was. Nextthing that happened was something hitting my head, hard.

I woke up in a really soft bed in a room of wood and stone. A blonde woman was sitting in a low chair nearby, knitting-or- sewing- or something of that genre. She looked up when I moved. And the first intelligent thing out of Mhera's mouth:

"Awiergain!"

"My lady-!" She looked shocked and I can't blame her.

Okay, why have I freaked? I'm in a DRESS! I don't wear dresses. Ever. BIIIIG Mhera taboo. So the little gray cells went to work.

"Please- get me a knife and a pair of trousers." I growled through my teeth. She hurried away and I felt kind of bad about possibly scaring her, but that didn't last long. When she returned, interrupting my pacing she looked curious. I took the required items, pulled on the pants and sawed the skirt off at my knee, no matter for the previous owner.

"Finally-" I traiiled off when I saw the other lady who had come back with the first. She had an unreadable smile on her face as she beckoned me into the halls.

"You gave the guard quite a scare." She had light eyes that were sad but also good-humored.

"What was I supposed to do? Ride up and calmly ask where I was?"

"Your horse was what made him attack you. Black horses are few in the Riddermark as of late."

Wait- Riddermark. Black horses. HUZZAH! I am IN Rohan. And talking with the lady Eowyn herself. WOOT! But I didn't say anything of the sort that was going through my head. They'd think I was crazy. Which I am.

"You came form the West border, is that where your home is?" She asked interrupting my mental cheering.

"No," Now what am I supposed to say. Florida? That doesn't even exist here. "Frankly, milady, I don't remember."

"Well then, you are welcome here. . ." She raised an eyebrow.

"Mhera." I followed her out a door so we were looking out at a scruffy, rustic settlement. I smiled, I'm of Germanic descent, rough living is in my nature.

"Welcome to Edoras, Mhera."

All I could do was grin.

Comments from Runa:

First, you are not allowed to say any curse words from Black Speech until after the exorcism. It wouldn't make sense.

Second, do you have spell check? Use it.

Third: You've ridden for six days and haven't eaten anything. I think you should say something about what you ate. Was there food in the saddlebags (doubtful)? Did you find some edible plants?