Like thunder they broke upon the enemy on either flank of the retreat; but one rider outran them all, swift as the wind in the grass: Shadowfax bore him, shining, unveiled once more, a light starting from his upraised hand.
The Nazgûl screeched and swept away, for their Captain was not yet come to challenge the white fire of his foe.
The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow - an Elf.
Yes, that is a much more authentic vision than Legolas surfing down the stairs at Helm's Deep or down an Oliphaunt's trunk in the midst of a major battle. :elfbiggrin:and then it goes on with his springing forth nimbly, running past the two men and waving to them and vanishing round a corner.
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