There were two routes from Lothlórien to Rohan, one of which lay west of the Anduin River.
They would have to follow the Celebrant plain, then cross the Limlight River to enter Rohan's territory.
From there, they should have a clear view of Fangorn Forest, where the tree-like Ents lived.
Under the present circumstances, that route would be safer, for Half-orc armies had already appeared in Mirkwood.
No one knew how many enemies had slipped out of the Black Gate and lay hidden in ambush amid the desolate, dry wastes of the Brown Lands.
The other route naturally led through Nindalf in the Brown Lands, where they could cross the Anduin River at several shallows and enter the grasslands of Rohan. But that route was dangerous.
Yet after discussing it with the others, Allen still chose the more dangerous road.
After all, they were not a small band of a few people, but several thousand fully armed cavalrymen, accompanied by an even greater number of horses.
Whether they built bridges or used boats from Lórien, transporting such a vast army across the river would take an enormous amount of time.
For people who needed to make haste, that was hardly practical.
In the end, several thousand cavalrymen left beautiful Lothlórien under their respective leaders and set out for Rohan.
Several days later.
As they traveled, Allen kept talking with Estel, while Klethi rode Sapphire beside them without a word, as meek as a quail.
Grim, in his great bear form, stayed close to the column. So long as he restrained his aura, the horses could coexist peacefully with him.
Farther back rode Malherb, Baren, Allen's Personal Guards, several hundred Heavy Cavalry, and the Dúnedain under Abinas's command.
Gael certainly would not be returning. Allen had instructed him to remain in