Belegond breathed a sigh of relief, they were finally on their way, no more arguing! Kili sat in the wagon opposite and sung to himself as he often did on journies. Belegond patted his horses head. She was a silver-grey, she was as fleet as the wind, tireless and filled with great wisdom, she was his own horse. He had had her since he was a young boy and he had raised her since she was young. She was one of the Mearas, one of the true decendents of Nahar. For he had lived in Rohan when times were good and his mother cared for the horses there and he was give this one as a gift.
Her name was Duelen, faithful. Belegond was not quite sure whether he should bring her, for the battle would be fierce, but Duelen would survive.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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