The very next day early in the morning Aragorn went to the barn and tacked his horse up. Brego noticed something was diffrent this morning, his master seemed very sad even when he smiled at the man taking care of the other horses. Arod noticed too and snorted softly into the man's hair.
" Hey, Arod..."
Brego watched as his master rubbed Arod's nose, his big brown eyes watched every move the man made. Arod nickered sadly to Brego and the kind hearted horse did the same as he was tacked up.
" Come, Brego. We go to Gondor today."
The horse neighed and went stright to Arod. Aragorn sighed knowing his horse didn't realize his friend couldn't come with them this time.
" No, Brego."
He said sadly.
" Your friend must stay here. L...his rider died."
Arod lowered his head and Aragorn softly rubbed his muzzle, Brego had his own head lowered too as if he understood and Aragorn began to weep silently as he placed his head on Arod's nose. Brego placed his muzzle in the man's hair as if to try to give his master some comfort. After Aragorn composed himself he rubbed Arod's muzzle one last time before guideing his horse away, Arod watched them leave with misty eyes. A tear made its way down his muzzle and he turned away heartbroken.