Alearindu smiled a little at Gandalf, and glanced over at the other Ranger before taking her pack off her shoulder.
She dug through the pack a bit, and then pulled out some leg wrappings for Mornen. Alearindu also grabbed a cloth, and wet it. She then walked over to the horse, and knelt.
One by one, she gently unwrapped the bandages, and dabbed any wounds with the wet cloth. The wounds now were mostly small, save the bruising from where he had almost fallen into the pit. Alearindu rewrapped his legs, and then stood.
Mornen pulled at the leather straps a bit, testing what weight he was to pull. Alearindu frowed at him. 'We're not quite ready to go. Stop that.' She laughed, and then also removed small pieces of cloth, of which she put where the leather touched the horses skin. It was to prevent any burns or cuts for any reason. Better safe, than sorry.
Alearindu then emptied out her pack, checked for all the items she needed. She nodded, repacked, and tossed the pack back on her shoulders. She signaled Mornen to follow Gandalf at a slow pace. Alearindu was about to walk to Mornen's shoulder, when she decided to drop back and talk to the other Ranger.
She stopped a bit, and then walked by the sledge. She then attempted to make an easy conversation with Volondil, 'From what I have heard, you, as well, are a Ranger. I know I tend to be quiet and to myself, and I apologise. I am the Ranger Alearindu, and this horse is Mornen, which means 'Black Waters'. I'm sure he'll make sure that you don't get a miserable ride. He's usually picky about the ground he walks upon, when he can be.' Alearindu nodded a little, and then looked at the Ranger and wondered if she left any room for a response, and if the other Ranger even felt like carrying a conversation.
[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: TheLadyAerowen ]
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