He settled in to the little hollow, pulling his cloak around him to ward off the chill. This portion of the field was quiet tonight, not even the crickets making noise. Only the rustle of grass in the wind. He would be in trouble if his escapade was discovered. But it would be worth it.
He didn’t have long to wait. Like a figment of a dream, a ghostly white shape appeared. A shrug of shoulders, the toss of a head, the flare of nostrils--Eomer gaped in awe as the great mearas capered like a colt under the moonlight.