Of Shadowfax

by Aredhel Ar-Feiniel


Shadowfax stood on a rise overlooking the valley. The other Mearas grazed or stood or slept in the green grass and wildflowers below him only looking upnow and then as he called out a ringing neigh that echoed from the mountains beyond.

He is restless they murmured, he waits to be called. A mare nudged her foal, "look well at Shadowfax for he is destined for great things of which the Mearas have never before known!" At which the foal looked on in wonder and mimicked the older horse.
Shadowfax would run every so often leaving the herd behind ever listening and watchful for sight or sound of that which he was waiting. Finally a faint call drifted like a zephyr of mist on the breeze....

Shadowfax threw up his head and stood on his hind legs his wild call bouncing around the mountains..... " I am coming Gandalf" Silently the herd watched him go.......