Lindovor's gaze moved slowly from one rider to the other. These men were exhausted, and it showed plainly in the lines of weariness that creased their eyes and brows.
He had thought that Stangard might afford some warmth and shelter. Even though it was an outpost of soldiers the Horselords had a strong tradition of hospitality... but it was clear that wasn't to be. He had left the Lady to wait in the wooded hills, knowing the fear the Rohirrim sometimes held for the people of the 'dwimmordene'. Lindovor smiled slightly to himself; a gallant knight would have feared to leave a lady by herself, yet it was more a fear for anything that might provoke this Lady with ill-intent in his heart. The journey from Lothlorien was meant to move swiftly and in peace.
No. Stangard was a troubled place, and even though the Rohirrim acted with honour there would be no rest here. He thanked the guards and turned his mount to rejoin his companion. They would find another place to rest.
