Ros rode silently alongside Reed and Eorlyn, only half hearing their talk about horses. She had little wish to get involved in any conversation, being unwilling to talk about herself to people she barely knew. Looking around the group, one of the men, who she thought she heard addressed as Krosan, seemed to share her views on this, paying little attention to anyone else.
With the snow whirling around her face, Ros shivered. She wasn’t well prepared for this journey, but she was sure she could handle herself. She could buy anything she needed when they stopped in the towns, she was sure. Keeping her head down, casting her hood over her face, she tried to protect herself from the snow.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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