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[gondolin_noble]

It has been a very long time since the door last caught Glorfindel and Asfaloth. The horse was beginning to hope it'd never be forced to come to a sudden standstill in the midst of a crowd of strangers ever again

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[the_fell_fire]

Aegnor heard the stables were this way and then he heard the bells. That horse looks like a Mearas, if ever there was one. Lovely, white and grand.

It makes him feel good to see a steed of such caliber around here. Must be an elf on his back.

He was just on his way to explore the tack room and see if he can borrow a horse for a ride around the lake.

[gondolin_noble]

Once he'd gotten the stallion calm enough to make their way out back, he'd only thought it fitting to let the horse have his head for a while (so long as the horse didn't decide to go challenge the willow tree. Glorfindel has some limits).

So yes, the reins are loosely knotted and tied, and the elf is only marginally paying attention to where the horse is going, and every step the horse takes causes the small silver bells to ring out merrily.

[the_fell_fire]

Aegnor can see that this horse likes to prance and the rider is in fact someone he knows from times gone by.

"Oi! Glorfindel...your horse knows he's pretty, doesn't he?!"

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel at first attributes the call to Puppy - that's his sort of attitude, but the voice is far too clear, the accent not that of Puppy's Earth.

Then he wonders if it is Legolas, as he sits up a bit straighter. But while Legolas is an impudent elfling, he has never quite crossed that line.

Then he sees the person who yelled at him - and that bright shock of hair.

The horse is suddenly under direction again, but this time galloping towards Aegnor, with one rather gleeful elf calling back.
"Just because he is prettier than you is no reason to malign the beast!"