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Lorin was quite amazed at Bragolhirwen's ability to look constantly at the bad side of life. All the same, she was cheery as was possible in this dark, dank, evil place and was just as happy to leave it as Khôrbar seemed to be. They slowly descended the stairs, the stronger helping the weak. They emmerged at the bottom to find that not all of their horses had run off. The more loyal had stayed and watched the entrance of the stairs, waiting patiently for their masters and friends to return. To Lorin, the land seemed less dark than when they first arrived and her spirit soared at the prospect of seeing Min again. They all sat and ate a little, as much as they could spare until they were out of these lifeless lands and were able to hunt for themselves again. After their food, they mounted and set off again, rushing to get out of Mordor and away from that land forever.

Hreeza was very pleased with her new body, as was everyone else, Lorin not the least, finally being able to see her properly. Once out side of Mordor, the pace slowed and the companions talked among themselves and remembered those that had not been as lucky as them and had not made it out.

A month went by and at last they were within sight of Mirkwood. Lorin couldn't help herself, she could feel Brilthonien's excitement beneath her at travelling in well known lands again. Lorin kicked Brilthonien's sides, not that she needed much encouragement, and they went speeding off together, towards their home. The wind through Lorin's hair refreshed her no end, the smell and feel of it were familiar, like no other she'd ever known. She stopped and turned, watching and waiting for the others to catch up, Brilthonien reared, eager to get going again but Lorin just patted her and whispered in her ear "Don't worry, we'll be there soon, then you can run and prance and rear all you want."