Aregon was starving by the time he finished washing his weapons in the river. He stood up and washed the sweat the blazing sun had drenched him in. Never in his life had he imagined being this hot. Wearily, he swung himself up onto Kalmar, his horse, and patted his grey neck. "Must be hard with all this heat on ya, hu bud?" Kalmar reacted to his touch and shook his neck. Aregon snorted a laugh and squeezed his horse's sides, and they instantly broke off into a steady walk. His surroundings changed to the elegant trees, in his opinion, of Mirkwood.

He never liked the big fortress in the middle of the woods; therefore, Aregon made a little log cabin just inside the borders of the Elven kingdom, he was unthreatened and unbothered. Inside, he had one bedroom just for himself and one spare room downstairs, in case he had guests, which he rarely did. The living room is what you might consider cosy. Animal pelts covered the ground and he had the perfect sized fireplace. Beside it, there was a small pine table that Aregon had carved himself. Lastly, a two cushioned couch covered in wolf pelts sat beside the small pine table.

As soon as the cabin was in sight, Aregon felt Kalmar beginning a trot, a reaction a horse has to get away from work. He instantly nudged the reins backwards, signaling for his horse to bring himself back to a walk. Kalmar loved and respected his master, but he did not understand why he couldn't trot on the last couple meters. Kalmar hung his head low and let out a long moaning mixed with a snort.

They approached the small shed that his horse was kept in, Aregon barely keeping at a walk. As soon as they got to it, Aregon dismounted and grabbed him by the reins. "Common, boy. You need some water don't cha?" He ran his fist down Kalmar's muzzle and released an apple. He grabbed it with out warning.

"Hey, li'll cuz.' Said a high-pitched voice behind them. He knew automatically who it was.

"Just because you are one week older, doesn't mean you get to call me that, Areogoin." He replied. Aregon turned around to face him. Areogoin was smiling, as usual. Aregon considered him hyper, or just really, really happy. Areogoin ignored his comment.

"Where ya off to 'cuz?"

"Huntin'"

Areogion jumped at the word 'Huntin'' he laughed-in a way that sounded like a squeal- and bounded off for Aregon's cabin. The ranger looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Where ya going?" Areogoin turned around toward him and jogged backwards. He spread his arms wide. "To hunt with you, of course! I'm just gonna be a sec while grabbing my stuff!" Aregon knew he had hid his bow somewhere at his cabin, no doubt he had been there for the whole day, waiting for him.

He turned toward the shaggy ranger horse and began to loosen the girth. "And here I thought this day couldn't get worse," the ranger said with a sigh.