Someday we'll live like horses: free rein from our old iron fences...

Jun 28, 2006 14:37

He is dressed as if for a long journey, bearing a knapsack and hip-pack of supplies, a length of rope over one shoulder. There's more in the barn but it'd be silly to drag it around through the bar.
There's more ways than one to regain your senses.
He knocks at Namo's door.
Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses.
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gorlim June 28 2006, 19:08:03 UTC
"Maybe. Maybe not. Do you know a good place to look?"

He leads the Vala through the bar, out the door, and towards the barn where Rhofal is waiting.

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halls_of_mandos June 28 2006, 19:09:10 UTC
He follows.

"Oromë has a vast stable. He gave me the hound, I am sure I could negotiate a horse from him."

He pauses.

"But you would have to come with me to Aman."

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gorlim June 28 2006, 19:16:00 UTC
Gorlim grins. "Fantastic! Get on the horse and tell me where to go."

He hops onto Rhofal and grins down at Namo. Trusting him completely.

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halls_of_mandos June 28 2006, 19:17:49 UTC
Námo chuckles and hops up behind Gorlim.

"Find a doorway in the trees, Gorlim."

He nuzzles Gorlim's neck.

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gorlim June 28 2006, 19:19:20 UTC
That touch, so light and caring, sends a shiver down his back. He turns Rhofal and gives him a kick to hurry him towards the trees.

Towards the door.

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