[Rochelle]

The dark form of the man made his appearance and spoke. She gripped the hilt of her sword before Quellë reared. He had sensed the men coming behind but he had not acted quick enough. The net had been cast, and Rochelle had been caught. The stallion pawed out with his hooves, slicing the air with a frantic scream, but to no avail. The men waved their swords in his face and he ran off, back down the main path.

The lady still had her hand 'round her sword and it had been drawn in the commotion. As the men surrounded her, she heard the command 'Take her to Yr Saldan. Perhaps he has use for an elf.' With that she sliced through the net and stood on her own free will.

"I am no elf," she said. "And I shall not be used for any business save my own."

Her eyes were wild, and her hood had been thrown back, revealing her long golden hair. She was clearly outnumbered, but that would not stop her from taking as many as the Valar allowed. She would be no prisoner.

A piercing whinny ripped through the air as the white stallion came charging through the crowd. All eyes were averted to the sight and Rochelle swung back aboard. Quellë spun on his haunches and galloped back out the main gates as if the dark lord were on his tail.

When the pair was out of sight of the city, only then did they slow. She clutched her arm to her stomach, she could feel the warmth of blood under her Gauntlet. Her eyes looked up and she saw a familiar sight, but Quellë was too wound up to stand.

Hannon Le Quellë...Mae Caernen.