The road to the Rohan refuge was a long one. A long line of families evacuated, loaded like pack horses with food and supplies, some pulling carts of loved ones unable to walk.

You were a soldier, loyal to the bone. The horses, were exhausted. Yours in particular, leading a group of soldiers, was particularly disgruntled, side stepping, stomping and rearing slightly every half a mile or so. Aragorn rode alongside his elf and dwarf companion, making sure no one slowed, but when he spotted the troubled horse and tired looking rider he slowed.