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{Strangely, Aragorn's Locket is resting on a tree stump, left unattended for the time being. However that can be forgiven when the video focuses on the man speaking quietly to a pure white Unicorn. His words are like a melody, the language soothing for even the most skittish of beasts.

The Unicorn, who is named Ehtyarion, is nuzzling Aragorn's shoulder, his ears perked forward to hear every word.}

Prestad? {"Is there trouble?" Ehtyarion shakes his head, flicking his mane out of his eyes so that he can see the man better. There is intelligence in his gaze - the sort of wisdom that is gained from experience. King Thranduil has sent Aragorn a fine companion.}

Agorel vae, Ehtyarion. {"Thank you, Ehtyarion." The man leans his forehead against the Unicorn's neck, running his fingers through the silken mane. After a minute or so, he steps back, allowing Ehtyarion a clear path to leave.

It might strike some viewers as odd that there isn't any sign of tack on the Unicorn, but, even if Ehtyarion were a regular horse, Aragorn wouldn't need such devices. While a saddle is nice, he can communicate his wants and needs without employing dominance and control.

The graceful creature picks his way across the forest pathway, hooves hardly making a sound as he trots. Aragorn then scoops up the Locket and alters the settings.}

{Private to Arwen, Eowyn, Faramir, Gimli and Legolas.}

I am ever restless - even in this time of joyful celebration. Ehtyarion allows me to cover more ground, yet one scout - one Ranger - is not sufficient. Ensure that your senses are keen and not addled by food or drink.

{Because he can't defend everyone at once like he is wont to do.}

Should I discover news worth sharing, you shall be the first to hear it.

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He was my only friend at home. Here I have many but he is my still best friend.

[She's happy he can appreciate how much she cares and grooms Angus, fussy he may be. Angus nuzzles the side of her face and she turns to pat him along the nose before she turns her attention back to the locket.]

Forgive me, sir. I am Merida, firstborn of ClanDunBroch, daughter of Queen Elinor an' Fergus th' Bear King.

It is an honor, Your Majesty. {It matters not that he doesn't know her parents or Clan DunBroch. Respect should be given to all within the Drabworld.} He is a friend you should never forsaken for he will never forsake you.

Please, just Merida is fine.

[She has plenty of friends who refer to her as such anyway, and the title always bothers her here. She'd much rather be on equal terms with warriors than held high like glass.]

Aye, I don't doubt that. Even though he's a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to fae.

[That earns her a whack in the head with a tail.]

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