[Mantauriel]

When Dimgwrthien returned outside, she smelled the morning dew. It was around one, by the rising sun. At the stables, her horse, Maik neighed softly. Dimgwrthien felt her blue eyes slide open (couldn't help it) at she mounted the white horse, and nearly fell asleep.

The shadow approached again. Being ready, she grabbed the sword at her side and raised it to her right. Maik stepped backward a few feet and neighed again.

"Noro lim!" she whispered urgently to the horse, but he was frozen in terror. "It's only a shadow! Move!" she hissed. In her mind though, she was also fearing what could raise her hair and scare the horse. When she slowly turned to the shadow, she gasped and nearly fell off again.

"Elrohir?" she heard herself whisper. The face of the Elf she had come to know at Rivendell swam before her. Granted that she was near sleeping, she tried to beleive it was him. After all, she never heard news that he was gone. In a heartbeat, she thought she saw him slid back on her horse and they rode away, she thoughts swimming in a pool of her mind.