Elrohir was a statue of stoic determination. He stood next to his brother and heard his father address the Council. Inside were a myriad of thoughts and emotions. He was already contemplating the path they would take to reach Moria. His vast experience on errands had made him and his brother masters of the lands around. But times were changing, and fell things were in abundance. His blood rose when he thought of the orcs holding his mother captive, but he reminded himself of his need for balance and composure. The time would come to deliver vengeance, and bring his mother back to safety.
'We shall have to cross to the Eastern side near Imladris,' thought Elrohir.
Who shall ride with Elladan and him? Elrond seemed to be addressing this very question as Elrohir brought himself back to the present surroundings.
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