Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: The characters and their world are Tolkien’s, the vignette is mine
He could see the filly he wanted… She was in the middle of the swirling mass of bodies… showing no signs of moving near enough for him to claim.
Théoden kept a wary eye on his fellows, on such a round-up everything was fair game. He watched a bold young man try to cut in, only to be unceremoniously shouldered aside before he could get hold of his target.
There she was… a fine chestnut, tripping by, long locks streaming over her shoulders – exactly the colour of his favourite mare… She’s the one! Théoden plunged in among the whirling dancers.