Edoras. They were here at last, upon the backs of horses loaned from Eomer and his company. Arod was still restless, and he smoothed a hand down its mane.

"Sedho," he murmured. "We go to see the King now, it will not do to be so restless." Behind him, Gimli snorted.

"You're always talking to it!" he said, disdain in his voice. "Are you sure it understands you?"

Legolas looked over his shoulder with a small smirk. "Watch your words, Dwarf, or you may find yourself on the floor if Arod takes a dislike to you."

Aragorn looked over at them with a raised brow, and Legolas shot a mirthful look in his direction, before his features settled into a more sombre expression, as they headed towards the Golden Halls.