Aearion slowed when he heard someone come up beside him,

"Hmm... Vanwawen? Tell me I got that right..."

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"Yes... thats right," Vanwawen said, smiling. Finally they made it to the stable, and she went to a stall that had a mare with a chestnut body and a golden mane and tail.
"Suliad Tambe!"

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Aearion smiled and walked into the stall across the hall and three doors down, and opened the door to a jet black horse.

"Mae govanen, Morel, mellon nin." He held out his hand, full of oats, which were quickly devoured by the black creature inside. While his horse was eating, he turned back to Vanwawen, "How old is your horse? Out of curiosity."

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"She is many years old... shes an elven horse so she should live as long as me... I got her halfway through the third age, I'm pretty sure." she said while starting to groom Tambe...

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Aearion nodded,

"Aye... Old Morel is much younger than that, but a fine horse his is..." Aearion said as he stroked his beloved companion's velvety nose.

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Atalante walked more slowly. She caught sight of Vanwawen and Aearion talking as she walked around - her horse was at the other side of the stable - and intentionally avoided them. She did enjoy their company very much, but there was too much on her mind, and as she groomed Hwesta she realized with a start that she'd been brushing the same strand of silky mane over and over again. "My apologies, my friend," she whispered to the horse. "I fear I am distracted."

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Thire rode with the other members of the small group, staying silent. The air didn't feel quite right- a smell, maybe, but not quite so tangible. It felt a bit like an oily hand, touching and sliding off of him. Thire shook himself. He was falling behind the others. He rode to catch up.

Aearion walked out of the stables, walking right past Atalante without noticing it. As he headed out of the door - not the one he entered in - He stopped and took a deep breath. He enjoyed breathing in the cool fall air, ever sense the end of the War, Eryn Lasgalen was much more... Airy. He sat down, right out side of the stable, eyes closed, listening to the birds and enjoying the cool breeze that played with his hair, which he then moved out of the way by putting it behind his pointed ear.

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((Just so you all know, it would probably take a lot longer to get to Dol Guldur, but journeys in RPs are always deathly boring in my experience, so we'll be speeding it up a bit ))

Meleth turned Minuial to call to the others, "Hurry up! We'll need to be close enough to send the horses back dawn tomorrow morning, at the latest."

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(I'm going to add another character. I mean... whats me joining an lotr-rpg without bringing in my fav charry?)

A hooded elf on a strongly build black mare galloped into Mirkwood castle. She rode right into the stable(the opposite door Aearion is at), and dismounted. The hooded elf untacked, and brushed down the black-as-midnight mare, and led her into a stall that was empty. Looking around, the elf spotted a familiar, blind, face. Walking over, she sat down next to Aearion.
"Mea Govannen, mellon nîn. Im Eruraina"

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((Lol - I'll add you ))

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Aearion's eyes opened wide and his head shot up, and over all he looked as if the end-of-the-world-is-coming horn was just sounded in his highly tuned ears.

"Eruraina?!" He turned towards her, "Is that really you?!" With out waiting for an answer, he he practicly knocked her over by hugging her, having not seen her for quite sometime, and, thinking that she had passed over the sea. "Your here! In Eryn Lasgalen! Where were you?!..." Aearion continued to flood her with questions...

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Eruraina smiled, her hood flew back revealing her blue-green and gold eyes, her scar, and long orange-gold hair in a single braid. She hugged her friend back.
"I've been staying with my cousins in Imladris. When I heard about Dul Guldor... and that Locien," she paused for a moment," and that Locien was one of the missing messangers, I came as soon as I could."

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Aearion let go when Locien was mentioned.

"Yes, I would go gladly... but..." He shook his head. "But he will be fine, I am sure. Though it may be a while...."

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Eruraina sighed.
"I know he would be fine. Of course he will! How could anyone hurtt a gost?"

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Aearion smiled faintly.

"Who knows..." He then sat back, after no one talked, and resumed enjoying the weather.

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