Horse
The Great Rider stood at the edge of a meadow, watching his steed graze. Nahar was his best friend, his most trusty companion in all things. As fast as the wind and as fair as Ithil, those that these two hunted had little chance of evading the Vala and his steed.
Oromё smiled at the thought of the wind in his hair as he flew across the land on Nahar. None could be more faithful, none more dependable. Yes, his was a horse to which no other could compare.