Oh Golden one. Alone is your field, alone with only your beauty.

You are the creature of the wind, the creature of the earth, and the creature of the woods. You can take flight on invisible wings, produce thunder on the ground you touch, and not make a noise in even the thickest of thickets.

Come with me and I will show you how. How to run faster than even the strongest gales, tickle the earth with your hooves, and not let even Lorien elves hear you.

Stay here and you will be no better then the mares of brood in your neighboring field. You will be broken through the methods of man, and never be tamed by your own free will.

So come or stay; I will wait here until you choose. Come or stay, that is your choice.