Carefully riding the painted horse through thehazardous trail, softly singing :

"A Elbereth Githoniel,
Silivren penna miriel
O menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
O galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
Nef aear, si nef aearon"

Eyes carefully scanning for friend or foe. Listening to the packs of wargs trailing in the distance. One hand on the reins, and another comfortably on one of the pommel's of the elven sword at his side. Thought's on the task at hand, but ever so drifting to his last moment with Eowyna and to when he will see her again.