"Gurthden, I have only two things to say to you," Thenamir said with mock indignance. "One: that is an excellent idea. Two: shouldn't you be over with the rest of the Rohirrim deciding Guthrin's punishment?" Thenamir broke out in a smile, the first he'd had in a couple of days.
"Well, there's only one problem I can see with this plan. Kalohern's horse has not returned yet, and may not. The only horse we have is Mim, Dwarin's horse, and I think the Dunlending's might be suspicious if Arenia rode up on a horse sized for...well...someone shorter."
Meanwhile, far to the north, some men who resembled Taradan and Thenamir were still puzzling over the great horse with the bony flanks which had appeared in their midst like a ghost out of the mists that lay over the old North Road...
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