Rohan

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-18-2011, 11:47 AM

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It was early in the day when Frodo stretched, and strolled to the familiar stables as routine had him do. He may not have been in the animal care tier, but he sure did love his horses.

The wolf man was naked except for the olive green bandana tied round his neck, and the chain necklace which hung from it a ring. He’d usually have his weapons, shirt, and cloak on him; but he wasn’t planning on hunting today; simply training a secondary horse he had acquired. So he’d dressed lightweight; it was only because of their significance that he kept on the bandana, and the ring. Cautiously thinking of the ring, he tucked the valuable item into the fabric of his bandana, and then swung open the wooden door of the stables. His gaze was met by the numerous horses; the man grinned and nodded at each of them in turn, almost completely familiar with them, now that he’d spent almost three weeks in the pack. After studying the numerous horses in the stables he’d obviously had a favourite or two that stood out from the rest. Of course his absolute favourite was Strider; but Strider had been his horse all his life, and still he admired some others from afar.

Before thinking about the others, though, he’d focus on Strider. Frodo approached the end stall and patted the white stallion who was already up and waiting, for a change. He swung open the door and went about brushing and otherwise grooming the horse; as he did every morning. The man led the bare horse out of the stables using just his voice, and soon had put the horse in one of the surrounding fences. Out to pasture now, Strider trotted around silently, glad to know it would be peace and quiet for him today instead of riding and hunting. Despite loving the thrill of these activities the horse craved relaxation above all.

Gently Frodo tottered back into the stables. It was a surprise to see Frodo for once coming to look at the rest without needing to do anything with his own horse. He walked past numerous stalls until swift eyes located the horse he’d been watching for a while. An unnamed bay mare, young at three years old and unbroken. He’d had a word with someone from AniWaya and now the horse was his; and she wasn’t unnamed any longer. To be nameless for three years… the man shook his head, frowning as he looked at her. Rohan was to be her name. Quel amrun, Rohan. he said softly, opening the barn with a strong hand before closing it behind him as he stepped into her presence. The horse snorted and backed away, ornery for now. He’d sort that out in a jiffy. Saesa omentien lle. Lle naa vanima. the natural, ancient tongue of his people came easily to him when he was alone with a horse. It seemed to be the one they responded to most. Perhaps he would learn the ancient language of AniWaya, too. Most probably not though, as he hated learning new languages. Two was enough for him. In his culture they swapped between English and elvish frequently, but they could be easily distinguished, and because he had grown up with them they'd been easy to learn as a child. But he didn't think he had the patience to learn another..

It seemed the horse was not as Ornery as he had thought her to be. Cautiously she took a step forward. He held out a hand for a sniff. She sniffed it. Compared to training Strider, this would be a doddle, Frodo thought with a grin. His posture and the way he held himself around the bay mare was calm and collected, therefore she seemed to mimic this. A horse could always tell when you were nervous or scared, and usually repeated the emotions themselves. Lle merna aut, Rohan? Lle desiel? he asked softly, moving boldly to pat her great neck. She had lived through war, how much of it she had seen for herself Frodo did not know. But he would break in his new horse. Only he didn't think of it as breaking. More teaching.

She let him pat him. Their bond would be easy to form, he thought, and wouldn't take nearly as much patience as with the stallion. She was ready to start training now; she seemed to like him for the most part. Not trust him, but at least like. There was some rope hanging on the side of her stall; he grabbed it with one hand silently, whilst keeping eye contact with Rohan. When he grabbed the rope and approached her, she backed away, snorting and whinnying. Dina. Tula simone, Rohan. he was using her new name as much as possible so she recognized it. The mare showed the whites of her brown eyes for a second or two and then trotted over, wary but not afraid. He continued talking to her softly until he managed to tie the rope in a makeshift bride around her head, and then he led her out, talking softly and patting her all the while.

Frodo brought her into a small field. It wasn't the best time to break a horse, it being winter, but he needed to start training her right away. The field had been sheltered from most of the snow and it was only wet in some places; mostly there was just dirt rather than grass. It would do well. He stood in the centre of the field and made his grip on the rope slide down, so it was longer. He pulled the rope this way and that, taut, so Rohan had no choice but to move in a slow, lazy circle around him. After a while she was walking by herself, sort of automatically. He continued lunging her in walk for a while. Walk on. his voice was soft. She'd learn the command in no time; the comand for a slow paced walk. He repeated this command several times as she was walking. Rohan wouldn't respond to it at first, but she would learn it in time, just as Strider had.

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