Melda thanked Numenorian and looked up at the horse. She took a deep breath. "Go slowly, okay?" she whispered to it. "I've never ridden before." Watching the others out of the corner of her eye, she discovered how to get on, and nervously walked Sanya around in a circle. "That wasn't so bad, I guess..."

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Idril placed a lighter elven saddle on her mare, smiling at its perfect fit to the smaller and spirited animal. She chuckled as Princess tossed her mane and craned her neck around to nose at the different setup. After a bit of time spent searching for someone to help her put together a pack for travel, a few dozen lembas and a couple hundred words of advise later, Idril had the horse packed and ready, though she led the feisty mare in a few circles to calm her down.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Numenorian wandered around, wondering if he would ever get to meet and challenge the maia who rode with them. he was confident and beleived he could win, i mean comeon, its not like the actually train with weapons where she came from.

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Melda still rode Sanya around slowly, trying to get a feel for her. Her things were packed into saddlebags as tightly as possible, but she really didn't know if she'd packed what was needed. Altogether she felt rather unprepared. Sanya unexpectedly began to trot and Melda slipped to one side of the saddle, surprised. She hauled herself back up and hastily slowed Sanya, hoping nobody had noticed that she nearly fell off when the horse wasn't even moving very fast.

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Isitlh reeled a bit, forcing Caunion to say, "Whoa, Isitlh. Calm down. We'll be all right." Nevertheless, he still retained his grip on his sword. He was a pacifist but if he was in danger, he wouldn't hestitate to act.

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I was cured all right.

(ok peoples, we're al going in different directions, we need to have a bit more interaction with eachother just to keep it going strong)

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[I agree...notice Melda's having trouble with her horse...*wink wink*]

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"oh" Cried Numenorian, "would you like help with your horse? I would be glad to tech you"

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Melda slithered off Sanya awkwardly and made a dive to grab her halter before she decided to go off on her own. "Oh, yes," she said a little breathlessly. "I'm afraid I'm a bit clueless."

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"it's ok, i have been ridind all my life, approximately 80 years, try talking to the horse, and then just do what i do."

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Melda hauled herself up again and watched Numenorian carefully. She learned how not to fall off first and started to feel more comfortable. Slipping off after riding around a bit more, she looked at Idril and her horse. "Did Elrond say anything about when we leave? I don't remember."

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yeah, i have been wondering bout that, i jumped in a little late.

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Dark watched the horse, it moved slowly closer until it was touching it's nose to her shoulder.

"I think she likes you." The man said to Dark quietly. Dark nodded and placed her hand gently on the horses nose.

"See if you can get on." He said. Dark nodded again and slipped around to the horses side, she jumped on and grabbed the thin reins.

"She likes you, take her to Rivendell." Dark watched the man.

"Who are you?"She asked him.

"No one of importance." He replied. She shrugged and kicked the horse who took off like a speeding bullet. The man got to his feet, his dark clothing was covered in dust. A Ranger of the North.

Numenorian rode up beside Dark"you know who he is?"

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wait sorry, wrong thread*smacks self* so retarded

lol*smacks dark* this is fun

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