First place, by a short head, goes to Aragorn’s chestnut (as
far as I remember) horse who finds him and brings him home after he’s been pulled
over a cliff by the big hairy thing and everybody-thinks-he’s-dead. The horse
knew different. Clever and faithful horse, eh?
Second place (by the same short head) goes to Arwen’s
painfully beautiful white horse who wins the race with the Nazgul to save
little Frodo. Surely the original ‘bonny grey mare.’ She and her elf make a
compelling combination.
Third place has to go to Eomer. If I’d had eyes and teeth
like his, I’m sure life would have been a lot simpler. Sadly, all I had to compare
was a good throwing arm; only in my case it was mostly cricket balls I threw,
not javelins to be hurled at wild-eyed men riding big elephants. Shame.
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