Soon Arwen was racing over the plains on Arod, the horse seemed made for speed. She touched his neck and urged him to go as fast as he wanted. Arod neighed and tossed his head in contentment as his mane blew in the wind.
" You are a lovely horse. No wonder Legolas loved to take you out!"
Arod nickered saddly and Arwen sighed. She knew how much Arod must be missing his master even though he enjoyed being with her too.
" I'm sorry, Arod."
The horse gave a soft snort and nodded his head as if he understood, then he neighed as he picked up speed again.