Desperate Measures (un-italicized by request)
-She hesitates, thinking hard. If she knew where HaldirClone was, she might risk running out into the open, but at this point, a foolish action on her part could potentially kill both herself, and her uncle.
After a few moments, she makes up her mind, leading Merry to the door. The night air is cold, but she ignores it as she slinks low through the grass towards where her pony is kept, guiding Merry just ahead of her, sure to keep herself no more than two steps behind the younger hobbit.
She whistles softly, and the dark-coated pony comes over, whuffling softly in query. Goldie's gaze flickers to the house, so far nobody has followed them. A good sign. Moving silently in the dark as hobbits can, she half-crouches so she is no taller than the pony's withers. Motioning for Merry to stay close, she maneuvers the pony towards the barn where her tack is, using the equine to hide behind.
After a few moments of fumbling, she found a lantern and allowed herself the tiniest flicker of light possible. She hands the light to Merry to hold as she collects her tack. Fingers working nimbly in the dim lights, the pony is ready in a few short minutes. She takes the lantern back and extinguishes it, going to the doorway to take another look around. Still nothing.
She lets down the stirrups, boosts Merry into the saddle, and then swings up behind him, nudging the gelding with her heels. As soon as they are out of doors, she spurs him into a flying gallop, leaning low over Merry to protect him from being hurt, should they be shot at.-
After a few moments, she makes up her mind, leading Merry to the door. The night air is cold, but she ignores it as she slinks low through the grass towards where her pony is kept, guiding Merry just ahead of her, sure to keep herself no more than two steps behind the younger hobbit.
She whistles softly, and the dark-coated pony comes over, whuffling softly in query. Goldie's gaze flickers to the house, so far nobody has followed them. A good sign. Moving silently in the dark as hobbits can, she half-crouches so she is no taller than the pony's withers. Motioning for Merry to stay close, she maneuvers the pony towards the barn where her tack is, using the equine to hide behind.
After a few moments of fumbling, she found a lantern and allowed herself the tiniest flicker of light possible. She hands the light to Merry to hold as she collects her tack. Fingers working nimbly in the dim lights, the pony is ready in a few short minutes. She takes the lantern back and extinguishes it, going to the doorway to take another look around. Still nothing.
She lets down the stirrups, boosts Merry into the saddle, and then swings up behind him, nudging the gelding with her heels. As soon as they are out of doors, she spurs him into a flying gallop, leaning low over Merry to protect him from being hurt, should they be shot at.-