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8D 20th december




There had been a snowstorm in the night. Frodo woke up from his little hut to see a bit of thatching missing. The man had spent the majority of the morning repairing it. At least it hadn’t been as bad as yesterday; yesterday he’d woken to see his horse spooked and running about the place, the little area of fencing ripped from the ground. Anxiously, he’d put the fence back where he found it. It gave him the creeps anyway, made him think he was a thief. And so Strider was back in the stables. It was where the stallion was best off, really. With all the other horses. Frodo was a bit suspicious that Strider might break into another stall and sexually assault a mare, though. But the man just didn’t have the heart to geld the mighty beast.


Frodo stretched as he exited the hut, a bow on one shoulder and quiver on the other. He was naked apart from his bandana and chain necklace. It made better to dress lighter for hunting. Humming to himself he strolled the familiar path, out of the AniWayan village and soon to the stables. He opened the barn door to see a boy already in the stable, somewhat odeling some of the horses. Mornin’. he smirked cheerfully, eyes sparkling at the awe that seemed to radiate off Ahiga. He walked straight past him to the very end stall, and standing on a bale of hay he looked down at his steed over the stall-door. Strider was asleep. But Frodo was greeted by his secondary companion with a loud squeak. The squeak was startling so he found himself partially fall down, but soon he’d regained his balance and was petting the small rat that crawled on the door. He fingered a piece of dry biscuit from the ship that lay in the pocket of his cloak, before handing it to Pantalaimon with a sigh. The rat squeaked and ran off with the food in it’s jaws immediately. Oh, thank you, Frodo, for feedin’ me. Frodo droned sarcastically.


He whistled for Strider to get up, but the horse did not oblige. Up ya get, come on, lets get shifted. Up and atom. Jingle those bells for the standardbreds, jeeves. he shouted, his way of making the horse listen. He threw and waggled his fist until Strider rose with a groan. Instead of opening the door, Frodo simply hopped over it, and went to his horse. The man went about brushing and grooming the horse’s hair, and then the mane and tail, until Strider’s coat shone a pristine white. Then Frodo held open the door for Strider. Once the horse was out, he put a hand on it’s shoulder, steadying the beast so it wouldn’t suddenly bolt or spook. With no lead, bridle, or any sort of gear on Strider, it was mere trust that enabled him to keep control of his horse. He was surprised to see Ahiga still there. I’m Frodo Silvertongue. he introduced himself with a grin, then patted his horse. This is Strider. Are you plannin’ on ridin’ any of these horsies or are we just curious, johnnycake? he paused, eying up the younger boy. ‘Cuz if you are, boy, you can come huntin’ with me. If you want to, that is. Could do with a helpin’ hand, skipper. Frodo walked smoothly past Ahiga and out of the stables, his horse with him. When they were both outside, Strider safely out in the open, Frodo turned back, opening the stable door to lean on it casually, watching Ahiga to see his reply.


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