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Shadowfax, Prince of Horses

Shadowfax. I have need of you in Fangorn!

The cajoling voice surfaced suddenly in the meara's thoughts, and he seriously considered ignoring it.

'Urgent need' his hoof! The last time he deigned to aid Mithrandir, the wizard abandoned him in the Ettenmoors.

The Ettenmoors!

True, the ground was too rocky to pass across safely, but Shadowfax still spent several hours afterwards dodging (huge) missile-lobbing trolls.

'Urgent need', indeed!

Then again, he did rather like Mithrandir …

One more adventure, then. But if he got so much as a whiff of a troll, the wizard could walk!

Decision made, Shadowfax headed north.

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