Quest for the Ainereg RPG

[Arien]

Elen hauled Peony upon to Nimroch. She could see a stern look of confidence on her tired face. She suspected Peony might not be too fond of horses especially a stallion like Nimroch, or it might have been something else.

"It is ok, Nimroch is a fine horse. He will bear his riders well…..if he trusts you…” Elen laughed and then patted his head and whispered in his ear. He started a slow trot keeping up with the rest of the horses, but still at the rear of the company. A soft breeze blew now from the south and night had set in. But the light of the moon and the stars lit their path to the mountains.

“How are you Peony? Are you tired?” asked Elen.

“No,” she said wearily, “ I am fine Elenlith.”

“Call me Elen, I prefer it….” she smiled although the young hobbit could not see her and they continued into the night.