[Orofaniel]

Firiel

While Firiel was riding with Rostion. Erfalas was riding with Imthôlion. It seemed alright, because it was strong horses that carried them. But it didn't really matter since the elves are usually light footed.

The atmosphere was heavy, and Tanroth expressed that he was quite tired.

"Tanroth," Rostion said. "You worry over the missing horses too much. I don't think the Enemy would have been content in taking two horses. Maybe it's a prank; by whom I don't know. Or maybe a misunderstanding."

"Or I hope I'm right," Rostion turned to Firiel. Firiel agreed and nodded to show that. She also thought that Tanroth was thinking too much about the missing horses. It didn't really matter after all. It had been alright eventually. The other elves didn’t' seem to care too much about this either.

The conversation continued, but Firiel didn't pay much attention. She didn't know what to say, all she could think about was the Grey Havens and what lay before them.

"So, what comes after Michel delving?" Firiel interrupted. "Pardon..?" Tanroth said and turned his head to Firiel.

"What comes after Michel Delving?" Firiel said again with a loud and clear voice so it would be easier to hear while the horses rode in the wind that blew swiftly.

"Well, when we come to the Westfarthings..." Tanroth took a short break before continuing: "We will probably turn to the Great East Road and then head westwards. We will then...hopefully...reach The Tower Hill. And then....”

"Should we speed up?" Arilewen said from behind. She had been riding like a wind and was now riding next to Tanroth's horse. Tanroth gave a short nod, and turned to the riders that were behind. "Ride now." He said and pointed forwards. "Lets see how fast these fine steeds are able to ride, shall we?" He said and laughed. Firiel smiled and held on tight.

Tanroth had finally lightened up....