And Felarof is top of that list. I swear, that horse is
so dense he could bend light.
My dream - and it was a dream - of a world where horse and human could live in harmony together once we got the basics sorted out (so, I couldn't resist "Four legs good, two legs bad") was a good one.
And that slack-jawed imbecile of a stallion has ruined it. Already the herds, such as they are, are running rampant over Rohan. I can see that I'm shortly going to have to return to my homelands and impose some order on them.
And damnit, I HATE doing that sort of thing. I wish I could give my people a chance to think for themselves, but I have to protect them from Felarof's lunacy.
At least it doesn't seem to be genetic. Young Menelsul is a credit to the Mearas. He's even got the sense to hide behind a thick wall when
Lothiriel is on the warpath.