Andreth had dropped back to speak with Holly, her sketch pad in hand. She seemed a nice young woman, though unschooled in the finer points of traveling. She wore a long skirt, not the best for making it through the brambles and brush alongside the road. And her shoes were serviceable enough, but looked to Holly as if they might pinch after a long day or two of tramping down the road.
The Hobbit looked down at her own bare feet and wiggled her toes. She was dressed in short black stout-cloth breeches which reached to mid calf, and a soft, well worn long sleeved shirt of light grey wool. Her vest, the one Andreth had spoke of, was buttoned securely about her torso. She patted the area over the inner pocket and felt the bulge of the folded map and birds pouch of coins.
The two of them had stopped for a moment, while Holly searched through her pack for some sketches she wanted to show Andreth. The rest of the group had pulled out in front of them, as the two women talked and shared opinions of each other’s works.
Andreth gasped when a small black and white bird came hurtling from the sky, squawking loudly and in some agitation, to land on Holly’s head. The mad bird, or so she thought of it, pulled at Holly’s curls, tugging them as she flew upward as far as the strands would allow. It was as if the bird were trying to move the Hobbit along.
Olo came running back pellmell down the road, shouting something about a trap and did she have some rope. Once he had calmed a bit, and they had gotten the story from him, Holly bade him bring Peri along while she and Andreth ran forward with two ten foot coils of sturdy Hobbit rope.
Reaching the rim of the unnatural crater, they looked over the side to assess the problem. Holly called down to Estelarion. ‘You! Elf! Check on those other two and give aid as best you can. Gandalf, come listen to what he reports to you.’ She left him a coil of rope and bade Andreth assist him.
Olo had arrived with Peri in tow. Holly and he lowered one of the ropes in tandem, standing on each side of the struggling horse, Mornen, and secured the bow of it behind the forelegs and pulled tight against the swell of the horse’s belly. Alearindu spoke quietly, calming its fears with her gentle stream of words.
‘Come help!’ she called to Aislan and Hinura. Hold these ends of the rope while Olo and I bring Peri and Midnight closer.
The two Hobbits secured the ropes, one to the pony and one to the black steed. Then, each putting their shoulder to a horse’s chest they urged them backward, slowly easing the downed horse back from the lip of the trap. Once on solid ground, they left Mornen to the ministrations of Alearindu.
Olo gathered the rope they had used and both ran back to the others who were gathered by open pit, near where the wounded lay, to see how they might help
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