Aerin saw the annoyed look on Tareth's face as he rode along the road on his horse.
She nudged her horse alongside Tareth.
"Why the long face?" she asked.
"Too many elves. Too many women," he muttered.
Aerin frowned.
"What's wrong with that?" she asked, rather puzzled. "Women not strong enough?"
"Yes. The journey is much too perilious for a woman, he answered.
Aerin shook here head and said:
"You just might be wrong there, sir. Why, I've seen women do great things in my country. There was Throgian. She was a courageous woman in my village. She..."
Aerin chattered away about tales of bold and fearless women of Rohan and although Tareth was a little bored by them, he listened and it eased his mind a little.
After a while the company stopped at a little clearing and built a fire to rest at. The elves chanted soft songs from Rivendell and the crickets and frogs chirped nearby.
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"The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the sea." - Galadriel
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