Frodo had actually been here before, not long ago. Regardless, he still didn't know his way around very well. The gypsy boy had taken to stopping and having a chat with everyone and anyone he came across. Not only had it always been a habit of his, it was becoming more and more prominent how much Frodo loved to be around people. It was like he created a sort of family in his mind. Meeting strangers filled the aching hole Frodo had in his heart, for the parents that he'd left on their terms. At least his family was still alive, unlike quite a few people he'd met on his travels. But it wasn't the same when they shunned you. Frodo planned to go back there, someday. He planned to show his family that he wasn't useless after all. And he wasn't a liar. Anything but a liar.

Frodo had a skinny build. While most brutes were tensed with muscle, he had the slender form and graceful poise of a doe. The boy was almost fully grown, and quite short, about the same height of an average female. This didn't bother him. While he was narrow and tiny on the outside, Frodo was big in the inside. And his inside was always fighting to get out; this was shown clearly in his confident and carefree nature. Mr Silvertongue wasn't cocky, nor arrogant, and had never boasted in his life. He had never had a too-big-for-your-boots moment, and was humble and modest. A real nice guy, with infectious laughter and a strange voice that intrigued most of it's listeners.

The wolf was in his most comfortable form; optime, and by the gentle sways of his hips he was on horseback, as usual. Together with his trusty steed, Frodo felt he could beat the impossible. The mostly black male twiddled his auburn hair with one hand and drummed slender fingers on his horse's neck with the other. The stallion Strider didn't mind, he liked the gentle tap-tapping, it was reassuring and the horse craved even the most slightest of attentions from his master. The wolf rode bareback, wearing with him a hoodless cloak fixed at the neck, a green bandana also fastened around his neck, a dark shirt, and red bow on one shoulder. That was all. And of course, the small rat that had found it's way inside Frodo's cloak inner-pocket. Pantalaimon, or Pan as the rat was more commonly known, had been a stowaway on a pirate ship, and when he'd come to meet Frodo - who of course, kind as he was, had offered cheese and bread and other luxouries - had never wanted to part with the wolf. The rat had left his home on the ship to become another of Frodo's companions. Now, Pan was safely hidden in the cloak, because the rat knew that not all luperci had a liking for furry rodents...

Frodo carried on at a steady pace, gently squeezing the horse onwards now and again, making encouraging, hushed sounds. They were on their way to Inferni. Simply because Frodo had a friend there - or at least used to - and because he'd had a long absence from 'Souls, he knew it was time to pay a visit to the brute that had been a pup last time they'd met. With his eyes directed forwards, just between Strider's ears, Frodo relaxed, and felt at ease, a feeling he'd had yet to feel for a long time. A familiar song drifted through his head, and Frodo sang it for the first time in ages. When he sang, his accent seemed less dominant, and a smoother tone took over. Still, the curious notes were still there, and although not obvious, still intruiging as he sang. Home is behind,
The world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadow,
To the edge of night.
Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow.
Cloud and shade.
All shall fade.
All shall...fade

The boy was small for his breed and gender, only about 5’7 when standing in his optime form. The youth carried on riding, his heart skipping beats and him constantly drumming his fingers on his horse’s neck. Strider appreciated the quirky movements rather than be annoyed by them; it told him Frodo was still there, and well. Still they rode together, bareback and seemingly weightless. They were at a very slow, loping trot which gradually slowed to a walk around the muddy areas. Nothing too fast. They were in no hurry. Both much healthier than the last time they’d been on the road together. They’d been riding quite a while, nearing the end of the ethereal eclipse, and Frodo was just starting to think they’d not be meeting anybody for the moment when he heard the steady hoof beat of a horse and it’s rider. The texture of the sound told him it was a ridden horse rather than a wild one, or another hooves creature. Indeed his ears were sensitive, like most wolves. He turned his horse round to face whoever rode their way, and wooed his horse to a halt. Stilla. Stilla. the man ushered in elven tongue, for he knew how boisterous Strider was around other horses. The proud, majestic beast flared his nostrils, but was still.

He was surprised at who came to arrive near him. She was slender and young, a good few months younger than him no doubt but willowy all the same, and meek and mild as she addressed him. Not saying hello or anything, simply asking for directions. He’d hoped she’d at least introduce herself… he was intrigued by her appearance. The dark, flowing mane especially. That I do, miss. he grinned wolfishly, flashing a set of pearly whites beyond compare. He faced her one his horse, intense green eyes scrutinizing and searching her. But they were kind, and he was humble. In fact, ‘tis on my way. ‘Could save me explainin’ and travel wit’ me, could you not? he gave her a steel wink, and moved his horse just a tad closer, so they were side by side. He was small, but apparently she was tiny by his standards. It was odd to be looking down at someone for once. From afar he’d mistaken her for smaller. Obviously her dainty frame was able to change the way he saw things. Frodo. Frodo Silvertongue. At your service, buser-bal-oon.

It seemed this girl was slightly, if a lot, shy. But no matter. Frodo was an eager talker and would keep up their conversation for the moment, not really caring if she replied much, just hoping she’d pay a little acknowledgment to his existence. He nodded slightly at her hesitant manner and awkward mumble, his tail flicking to the side in a brief but sure wag as she did so. She hadn’t exactly said yes, so Frodo just sort of assumed she would come along with him anyway. Strider got quite angry indeed when the other horse brayed at him - he didn’t like that one bit! The hostile side got the better of him and he snorted, scraping a hoof on the ground a little angrily, his ears flat against his head as he let loose a whinny. Tampa tanya! En!Frodo said to his stallion sternly. Strider snorted once more but then calmed himself for the sake of his rider’s well being.

The way the female blushed and smiled made him grin from ear to ear, showing teeth that were white beyond compare. Both auds then fell floppy and relaxed as he answered the woman with a soft and gentle voice. Quite far, miss. Not nuthin' we can't manage, though, jeeves! he grinned, and then spurred his horse on a way, squeezing the pristine white flanks ever so slightly. He walked on a bit and then looked behind him. Well then, arn't you comin'? We ent got all day, yer know. and with that he was off again, walking through the forest at a steady pace.