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Hama looked up at the sky, he had been riding for nearly a day, nearly non-stop. He was at the misty mountains, the halfway point in his journey and had already started riding along them...he sighed and strolled over to his horse that he had been letting drink in the river. He saddled up once again and started riding, he hadn't far to go now, maybe he would reach Rohan even this evening, then a day of rest and recuperation, then two days back to the Dragon. He smiled and wondered what Aduthondiel was doing now, probably enjoying herself, he mused.
He set off at a gallop, pressing his horse harder and harder to ride. He whispered "Come on, come on" in Rohirric into its ear as he bent forwards to its neck. He looked up and saw mountains running down his left for miles, all he could see were mountains...it was a long way to go...
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