Thelian urged his horse faster to keep up with Melost who picked up his pace. Thelian thought on what would await them in Imladris. A comfortable bed and a homely meal no doubt, but Thelian believed there was no need for the four of them to ride foward. A single messenger would suffice surely, he thought over and over. He knew the real reason of course, Melost wanted to see his love again.
Thelian felt Melost's pain, he had loved and lost himself, a long time ago. Anwanelme would wait, Thelian knew she would, but that did nothing to ease the pain of Melost. Thelian shook his head free of the troubles and looked over at the youthful Dorlas. He smiled in return whilst yawning.
"You'll soon be a master of night riding young Dorlas!" Thelian shouted across to the boy.
"One more disturbed night, Thelian, and I will have forgotten what riding under the sun is like!"
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