Klak........klak........klak........klak.......
I heard these sounds this morning as I was opening the terrace door in my new dwelling.
The sonance came from the steps of a brown-colored horse crossing the street.
I love horses. They symbolize not only strength but also endurance to me.
Come to imagine the characters of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings without their powerful horses!
Legolas without Arod?
Glorfindel without Asfaloth?
Frodo Baggins without the Bill The Phoney?
Aragorn without Brego?
Merry without Bumpkin?
Tom Bombadil without Fatty Lumpkin?
Rohan without Firefoot?
Eorl the Young without Felarof?
And without Flood, the horse-shaped water which washed out the Nazgul Horses in Bruinen?
Eomer without Hasufel?
Vla Orome without Nahar?
Fingolfin without Rochallor?
Not to forget Roheryn, which means the "horse of the lady", given to Aragorn by his lady -love Arwen.
Shadowfax, my favorite horse, a grey-silver stallion, the mighty horse of Rohan tamed by Gandalf!
King Theoden's Snowmane.
Stybba, the pony given by Theoden to Merry.
Last but not the least, Windfola, Eowyn's Meara grey horse.
For sure, without those powerful and loyal companions, they wouldn't be able to save the Middle Earth!
As for me, there is a mighty horse beside me and his name is H.P.P.
