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.......