The White Horse

[Nurumaiel]

"Culoth Luinloth Eluial," she replied promptly, once again deciding not to add 'Celeblhach.' "I used to live in Edoras, but now I live in a little home with just my family; nobody nearby."

She could see he did not recognize her. Indeed, she did not recognize him, but he seemed vaguely familiar to her somehow.

"Perhaps you have met my father, or maybe heard of him? He's a Rider for the Mark, and his name is Thoan. Or my uncle, Éonirth?"

A strand of Culoth's golden-red hair fell forward, and she brushed it impatiently back (she was always getting annoyed by her hair), then stopped. "If you've ever seen a girl of Rohan with hair that's more red than golden, that's me," she said with a grin. "Where my red hair came from, I do not know, but it's there all the same. That's where I got my name.

"So do the names of my father, Thoan, or my uncle Éonirth sound familiar to you? My mother is called Inres, and I have two brothers, Rochir and Mithgwath, as well. I'm just trying to think of anyone you might have seen, or met, before. You look so familiar but I cannot place you..."

Her voice trailed off and she smiled cheerfully at him, waiting for his answer.