Faramir:
"TERRIBLE... HORRIBLE... News!" Faramir panted running to Denethor who was steering the city over the plains somewhere in the wild. "A horse... in the engine room... a while ago, disguised as Grandma Ecthelion", he wheezed on. "When I wondered her big ears and protruding teeth it revealed itself. The beast gobbled up Vérmïndil as one piece! I ran for my life - I mean... came to give a due raport to you, father."
"Hold your horses!" Denethor frowned looking at his gasping son. "There's some uninvited hack aboard, and it ate who?"
"Vérmïndil, the hermit from our engine room", Faramir whimpered.
"Did it indeed? What a splendid horsy", Denethor smiled approvingly. "That's not so bad. I say we keep it. Having some extra horsepower never hurts."
But before Faramir got to protest, Húrin darted at the two men.
"My lords, there is a horse in Mrs. Ecthelion's night gown galloping towards the citadel with mad glint in its eyes."
"It's out to get us", Faramir whispered. "What we shall do now!"