"Damnit!" The words slipped out of my mouth the way a nut slips out a squirell's paws. What was that?! I thought to myself, but being the curious one I was, I wearily took myself to a place where I could see the top of the rise. Upon it stood a blue roan, a trustworthy colour in my memory. Why, the own colour of my father himself, while he lasted. My walk became a trot, and from that, it glided smothly into a canter. The hill was devoured my thudding feet, and soon i reached the top. 'That was you I pressume, down there? I didn't know what it was for a while." I shook my dished face, and giggled quietly. "I'm Galadriel" I said
"And I'm here to learn."
Galadriel