Astarielle remained quiet, quite near the back of the group, thinking. She knew that she herself would take the pass of Cardhras.
"Even if we took the pass I fear we would get to Erebor to late. The Elves anr the Dunedain might get there faster."
The dwarves turned and scowled at Astarielle.
Quickly she carried on.
"But as we are a company of many races we believe we must obtain a mode of transport, unless of course everone has there own horse."
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"I know exactly where I have been,
But never where I will go for
I tavel on the wings of angels"
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