She really is a gorgeous little thing, still a little coltish with youth, with a flaxen mane and tail just like the people whose lands she comes from. If Éomer felt safe returning to Edoras, she might have kept the filly for herself, bringing her back to the royal stables and training her there, but her current nomadic lifestyle isn't well-suited to the kind of permanence it requires to really train a horse properly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she replies, folding her arms on the top of the fence and resting her chin on them, watching the filly as she watches them warily back.

"I haven't named her yet."