Frodess's Post
Few had paid attention to Yanithë; how could they, if they were so occupied? But she understood. She grew weary in between the orc fights and rests. In a way, she dreaded the coming to Rivendell. She knew not why, but she did. And so she rode her horse quietly away from the group.
Muffled were the thuds of her horse's hooves on the soft grass. Onward Yanithë rode, closing her eyes and leaning against her steed's mane. To often had she thought of Him, her love from Rohan. It could not be helped, for Belegond had stirred up memories that should have stayed put.
The horse came to a sudden stop. Opening her eyes, Yanithë gazed at a small stream in a clearing in the forest. And there He was, filling up his leathern canteen,
"Is it really you?"
[ March 16, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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