At that moment, the crisp clatter of hooves striking the stone bridge echoed across the chaotic battlefield.
It was a white horse, with two elves riding atop.
"Mistlandir!"
The elf holding the reins shouted from the horse's back.
"Legolas! Legolas Greenleaf!"
Gandalf's eyes lit up, drawing closer to them.
The two elves, a man and a woman, moved with agility, their bodies evidently adjusted to be incredibly light.
And the white horse appeared quite nimble under such circumstances.
The battle-trained horse from the Woodland Kingdom was unfazed by the noisy and bloody battlefield, skillfully stepping over fallen corpses, clashing enemies, and flying arrows, eventually arriving at the bridge before River Valley City.
Behind Legolas, Tauriel's two short blades were stained with blood, showing they had fought their way there.
The situation was urgent, and Legolas, without any additional pleasantries, went straight to the point from the horse's back.
