Elrond pretended not to hear the comments, as he
strode out the great door of Rivendell towards the stables.
"There he goes again."
"Aye. You'd think that after so
many important meetings, he would sleep. He
needs
to be sharp to keep us all alive, but no, he goes off riding."
Outside, Elrond waved namarie to the
stablehand
who by now had learned to have the great horse lightly fed and brushed,
ready at the gate. The elf lord leapt onto the glossy back, riding
without
saddle or reins. He rubbed
his
Ring absent-mindedly, feeling that no enemy skulked within his domain,
allowing him to concentrate on his original purpose. Where would
he go this time?
He rode by starlight to a cliff overlooking the
protecting river, a place where the sky showed unhidden by
forest.
Elrond sat gazing up and out, letting his horse graze on the deep
grass.
He watched as the rosy wings of dawn spread over the sky, reaching out
in joy to meet the morning star. The glory of morning reached out
and enveloped him lovingly as well, and he felt a lump he would never
admit
arise in his throat.
"Hi, Mom. Hi Dad."
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