Any more volunteers? Volunteers for what? So far nothing had been specified of what they were doing, or where they were to go. There had been much debate about Torfithien’s right to be present, but they hadn’t yet been told how many would be needed to go, nor where those would be going. He rose slowly, watching everyone, hoping he was not out of line to ask questions.
“I, like the others would be more than willing to risk anything to save Celebrian, but I must ask; where exactly are we headed, and what will we be facing?”
It was unusual for Vanimorén to be practical this way, but today he felt different, and was acting in a way most different to his customary character. He looked around the assembled council, wondering if perhaps his mind had wandered again and he had missed something, but for once he doubted it. In fact, Elrond had hardly spoken since he had arrived, and Elladan and Elrohir were similarly quiet. The tension in the atmosphere was almost unbearable, and Vanimorén began to hope to be chosen as one of the rescue group, regardless of where they were headed, simply to escape the horrible, horrible anxiety.
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