Dain was perched atop a nearby log, idly fiddling with his carving knife and listening to Gromfelt and the Ranger discuss which path they should try for their journey. Since their own opinions concurred with his own, he was likely to say little more than to express his agreement, unless someone else stood up and began to make an argument for the other side. No use wasting words when words weren't needed.
His response was short and to the point. "Speed, speed, we must make haste if we hope to rescue those that are trapped there. Caradhras is our only hope. What is the sense of arriving after the Orcs have had their sport?"
Dain stared over at Bali with a grim expression on his face. Dain's mind was fixed on Glis, his wife, who had remained behind in Erebor while he and their son Durin had gone adventuring on the road. He'd hoped to teach the lad a few tricks about surviving and skill with weapons. But now it looked as if he'd be getting a great deal more than he'd bargained for.
Still, there might be a few things they could do to improve their chances of survival before they ever reached the mountain. Perhaps, they'd need some snowshoes, a flask of miruvor or two to warm themselves, and thick furs to protect their bodies from the harsh blasts of wind and snow. Dain turned to the rest of the band to see if they agreed or disagreed, and whether anyone wanted to make the argument for going far south to Rohan.
[ February 21, 2003: Message edited by: Dain Ironfoot ]
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