Melost grinned at Thelian then nudged Arthain. "Look at them. Amazing, isn't it? I've never known Thelain to get close to anyone. Your squire is an exceptional young man to attract his attention thus." Arthain rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced at the two of them, deep in some mutually interesting topic.
"I remember when we first met, Melost. You'll never understand what meeting one of your kind for the first time is like." His eyes became distant as he recalled that time, many years ago. Melost raised an eyebrow. "You flatter me, my friend. Both our races are creations of Iluvatar, both loved by the Valar. In a way, that makes us brothers after a fashion?"
Arthain looked askance at him, somehow grateful for the comparison. "Come, Melost. The sun rises!" A wicked look crossed his face. "Isildur's camp...I'll race you!" With a blood-curdling war-cry, he urged his horse into a gallop. Thelian and Melost exchanged glances, then raced after him across the open plain.
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