[Eorl of Rohan]

The automn-stained leaves overhanging the glade were swaying with the breeze as if waving them on. Each of them seemed to be wrought in living flame as it met the full ray of the sun, sparkling like gems of many different hue and shapes.


"Crystal..." Captain Ferethor called out and quelled his impulsive anger and resentment directly that did credit to his control, seeing as he was proud. He continued when she looked back.


“I thank you for taking thought for me, lass, but I am as healed as I am likely to be for weeks - and I will not take any favor from you, be it great or small. Therefore take your horse! We will have weary and long travail ahead of our journey and we wouldn’t have you straggle behind if you had to walk on foot and couldn’t catch up with us. As for myself, I’ve been through harder marches.”


“Besides…” And at this Ferethor smiled half-heartedly in an attempt for lightness as he handed the rein back to Crystal with nonechalance. “I think this horse likes you better then myself, for that matter.”