Everyone who had not already had a horse, received one. Beren was very much not used to horses, but he enjoyed animals and made a fast friend with his borrowed steed Baradthemas, or 'Blackshadow' in northern. Geradin was allowed to ride with him, trusting Beren enough to let him ride. Argon saluted with his sword, but at Beren's request, let him put some of his equipment up on the steeds to give him less of a load when he was running.

"May Felathorwen guide you," Verya said. 

Their journey was swift, the trees passing them by like green and brown blurs as the horses expertly maneuvered through the brush. Even the non-Elven steeds seemed to take their cues from the ones up front, helping them along the way. While the Southland was nothing if not one large forest, it was still clear to see they were just reaching the edge of this particular wood. The sky was now more visibly seen as they neared the end of their relatively safe (though precariously fast) ride. 

The Elven horses halted ever so suddenly, taking only about a dozen feet to slow down before they lifted high and stamped down, content that this was the end of the line. Of course, those who were riding their own horses did not stop as immediately and they must have trod forward many feet before realizing they must stop and rein their steeds in. They moved so far forward in fact, among this lesser wooded and more open area, that they bumped into what could only be described as a curious looking young woman amid the thin trees and rocks, carefully stepping over roots as she traveled. 

Almost being run over by the horses, she was lucky to be alive! Behind them, those that rode the Elven steeds had dismounted. Their steeds were summoned back by an ethereal elvish voice calling to them from the very dark woods behind the party. Since they were not as...preoccupied with nearly bowling over a lone woman, they could see smoke in the distance, to the Northeast just over the treeline. 
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