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[arodofrohan]

*rounds a corner, slowing to a canter* Flee in fear for your liiiiives! No, seriously, get out of the way. *slows to a walk, snorts* At least the people of Rohan had the sense to run away when a Mearas was bearing down on them. *takes a quick slurp of water from a fountain* All right, I've run around a bit. Maybe I ought to return to the Houses of

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[ecthelion]

*is nearly run down, takes a moment to comprehend what he didn't really see flashing past* Roffy? *yells after the grey horse* FELAROF!

[arodofrohan]

*skids to a halt, bewildered, staring around wildly* Felarof? WHERE?! Where is he?

[ecthelion]

*runs up to Arod* Felarof, it's good to have you back, you--*crestfallen* You are not Felarof.

[arodofrohan]

*ducks head, shaking* No, I am not.

[ecthelion]

*reaches over to pull a bit of straw from Arod's forelock* That was well done by you. I am looking forward to meeting Arathorn and to seeing Aragorn again.

Oh? Beyond nipping a few city-dwellers?

[arodofrohan]

*ducks head* I have heard of the apples of Minas Tirith, that in the courtyard of the king can be found the finest apples east of the Blessed Realm.

[ecthelion]

*smiles, reaches into a pocket* Yes, we have indeed been blessed. *pulls out a large apple, offers it to Arod*

[arodofrohan]

*stares* I think I love you. Thank you! *carefully bites the apple in half*