Laurel felt the wind again whip her face. They had ridden now, through the remainder of that day and into another. Laurel felt the urgenct drive at her, and did not stop. Only the great horse of Annanoldowen seemed not be be feeling the fatigue.
Laurel slowed her horse, and the others did likewise. The long plains of Gondor rolled out before them. She thought of the risk of camping for the night as her horse moved steadily along.
'I shall try for a few more hours. We need to make more ground' she said to herself
At that, someones horse rode up beside her, and a voice said...
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