Jömundur and Rachel got packed immediately: Rachel was given some more inconspicuous clothes for the journey and they both packed lightly with bags. Jömundur, being more knowledgeable of journeys and horse riding packed the saddle bags with food and armed himself with a sword and bow.
"You'll be riding with me," he explained as he strapped the saddle onto the horse.
"Will I have to ride side saddle?" she asked as she stroked the horse's nose.
"Yes," he said. He looked at her. "They said that you didn't know much about riding though- how do you know that if you lived in a different world?"
"It's not completely different," she explained smiling a little.
Jömundur saddled the horse and dropped his hand down for Rachel and she took it and pulled herself up into a side saddle position.
"What's our story if anyone asks?" she asked in his ear as he grabbed the reins and the horse started to trot out of the camp.
"I am your father and we are travelling to your sister's wedding," he replied as they were exiting the camp.
Once they had gotten away from Feinster Jömundur set the horse off at a running pace and they stopped occasionally for meals at inns and for the night. The journey to Gil'ead to two weeks. They set up camp and Jömundur went to search the city undercover in disguise. He came back three nights later with news.
"The eggs are in a guarded cell," he said as he jumped down from his horse and grabbed a bowl of soup and scoffed the meal down. He explained the full details of the room and where it was to her.
"So," he asked. "Do you think you can get it?" he asked.
She pondered in thought for a while. "I think I night just be able to," she replied conclusively.
He smiled at her. "Tomorrow will be a day to remember."
"Yes it will," she said. "Now I'm going to get some sleep."
Rachel stood outside the prison in a cloak that covered her face. She advanced to the front doors.
"What're you going in there for?" asked a guard.
"I have to talk to someone," she said in a croaky voice, imitating an old woman.
"Oh really?" he asked.
Rachel aimed her wand under her cloak at him and was glad that she'd taken the lucky potion this morning to help her. Confundus, she cursed in her head. He became at odds and let her in.
She followed Jömundur's intructions to the room, thankfully avoiding the guards and suspicion thanks to the potion.
"Alohomora," she muttered as she opened the lock and slipped inside shutting the door silently behind her.
Lumos, she thought and the room was lit dimly instantly. She tread over the bits and bobs on the floor daintily. When she got to the selves she muttered "Accio dragon egg."
Suddenly two boxes slid out and opened themselves. Rachel looked in both of them and gasped. There were two eggs there.
Just then she heard voices from outside. She grabbed the eggs and stuffed them in her bag beneath her travelling cloak and apparated with a pop out of the room into the camp.
"We need to go," said Rachel quickly ignoring Jömundur's shock.
"Good," he said as he packed the last of their belongings away and they both saddled the horse and rode to Ceunon to the elves.