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(Still in the stables, a couple of men try to calm and hold a brown horse. The horse
struggles against the ropes and rears onto its hind legs. Éowyn, taking care of another
horse, turns to watch at what is happening. Aragorn, putting a saddle down, walks over to the wild horse.)
Stablehand 1: Ho. (horse rears again)
Stablehand 2: That horse is half mad, my lord. There’s nothing you can do. Leave him.
(Aragorn walks towards the horse, and starts to speak in Elvish to it.)
Aragorn: Fæste, stille nú, fæste, stille nú. Lac is drefed, gefrægon. *Fast,
be quiet now, fast, be quiet now. A battle is stirred up, they heard.*
(The horse calms down a bit, yet it still is showing the whites of its eyes. Aragorn
reaches out and touches it and releases one of its ropes. The horse stands still and
quiet.)
Aragorn: Hwæt nemnað ðe? Hm? Hwæt nemnað ðe? *What is your name?’Hm? What is
your name?*
(Éowyn looks at them.)
Éowyn: His name is Brego. He was my cousin’s horse.
Aragorn: Brego? Ðin nama is cynglic. *Brego? Your name is kingly.*
(Éowyn moves towards them while Aragorn still talks in elvish to the horse. Brego is now calm, submitting to Aragorn’s touch and voice.)
Aragorn: Man le trasta, Brego? Man cenich? *What troubles you, Brego? What did you see?*
Éowyn: I have heard of the magic of Elves, but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North. You speak as one of their own.
Aragorn: I was raised in Rivendell … for a time. Turn this fellow free. He’s seen enough of war.
(He leaves Éowyn with the horse, still looking at him in somewhat awe. He takes the saddle he put down from a stable man.)
(Still in the stables, a couple of men try to calm and hold a brown horse. The horse
struggles against the ropes and rears onto its hind legs. Éowyn, taking care of another
horse, turns to watch at what is happening. Aragorn, putting a saddle down, walks over to the wild horse.)
Stablehand 1: Ho. (horse rears again)
Stablehand 2: That horse is half mad, my lord. There’s nothing you can do. Leave him.
(Aragorn walks towards the horse, and starts to speak in Elvish to it.)
Aragorn: Fæste, stille nú, fæste, stille nú. Lac is drefed, gefrægon. *Fast,
be quiet now, fast, be quiet now. A battle is stirred up, they heard.*
(The horse calms down a bit, yet it still is showing the whites of its eyes. Aragorn
reaches out and touches it and releases one of its ropes. The horse stands still and
quiet.)
Aragorn: Hwæt nemnað ðe? Hm? Hwæt nemnað ðe? *What is your name?’Hm? What is
your name?*
(Éowyn looks at them.)
Éowyn: His name is Brego. He was my cousin’s horse.
Aragorn: Brego? Ðin nama is cynglic. *Brego? Your name is kingly.*
(Éowyn moves towards them while Aragorn still talks in elvish to the horse. Brego is now calm, submitting to Aragorn’s touch and voice.)
Aragorn: Man le trasta, Brego? Man cenich? *What troubles you, Brego? What did you see?*
Éowyn: I have heard of the magic of Elves, but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North. You speak as one of their own.
Aragorn: I was raised in Rivendell … for a time. Turn this fellow free. He’s seen enough of war.
(He leaves Éowyn with the horse, still looking at him in somewhat awe. He takes the saddle he put down from a stable man.)
