As Elrohir saw his father put together a group to assist him and his brother in their grave task, his thoughts ever leant towards their immediate concerns. How were they going to get to Moria?
He looked at his brother, and both of them seemed to have been pondering the same issue. Nodding in assent, Elrohir slowly made his way and approached the elf from the Golden Wood. Pulling her away from the Council, he asked her his question in the tongue of the elves of the Wood.
"Forgive me for this intervention, fair Lady, but I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."
Satisfied with her anxious nod, Elrohir continued, "you travelled further than Nenmir, but happened to arrive just as soon, pray tell, by which lands did you come upon Imladris so quickly?"
His question was most sincere but it had a tinge of irritation, for he realised that such bravery may have been better served by reaching Moria directly. He did not of course doubt the wisdom of his mother's friend, but frustration was an unfamiliar emotion for the son of Elrond.
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