Asfaloth (long-suffering horse that he is) doesn't even bother huffing at the girl sitting on him like a convenient sack of potatoes, merely standing until Glorfindel mounts (with that somewhat insufferable elven grace) in front of her.
"Hold on to me, and Asfaloth will teach you the meaning of speed." He instructs gleefully.
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Date: 2012-12-18 06:26 am (UTC)From:"Hold on to me, and Asfaloth will teach you the meaning of speed." He instructs gleefully.