Preperation for the days ahead

She read the written orders over and over again just to be sure she had read it correctly, the Wastelands, images of barren land with little to no animal life came into her mind. Why am I being sent to such a desolate place? Have i done something wrong, or is this yet another test? The constant questions plagued her every thought. She knew there was no backing out of it, orders were orders and to falter now would risk ruining everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Neatly folding the piece of paper back into it's envelope and then that in half to sit inside a small discrete pocket, she tugged her cloak about herself and set off towards the stables. If she only had a few days to prepare then she would at least spend some of that time in a place where she could gather inspiration and some proper rest. Putting her heals to her horse's flank she set off in the opposite direction towards Imladris, as if trying to put as much distance between herself and the task ahead. She stopped only briefly along the way, long enough to rest the horse and take some drink and nourishment. She checked her horse's hooves and wiped down his flanks, thinking to herself that she needed to one day think of a name for him, before riding on for another day. Eventually she arrived at her destination, saddle worn, covered in dust and exhausted, she now wondered if the idea of coming here was a good one seeing how long it will now take her to get all that way back to Angmar and then further north. Maybe she was irrational, not thinking things through properly, not seeing the real cause for concern as the others did. She shrugged the thoughts off almost as soon as they arrived and found herself a room to stay for the night. She decided that tomorrow she would begin to think seriously over matters and for now she would just rest...