Ilenal looked at Ever and Banton, shaking his head. "Who will you ride with, Ever?" he asked and mounted, even if it would be tight for him to fit throught the door if he would keep his head up. He took the saddlebag that he had left into the stall the night before and placed it inront of him, strapping it tightly onto the horse's neck. He took his hood down and smiled at Emara before the horse stepped out of the stall and beside her. Unlike usually, he now wore the full armor and had even shined it last night before going to sleep. His sword was tightly by his side and his hand, covered by a black leather glove, was on it's hilt, even if they were sill safe and sound in the city of Rivendell
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan