[Earendil Halfelven]

If only, if only...if only we would begin this journey! Arlómë watched as Ani Dao argued with the others. "We must begin!" she said. With no results, she came over and sat next to him. Smoke drifted over his face as he quietly smoked. He was beginning to believe that there was more to this delay. Could somebody be holding this company up on purpose?

Should he say something to Ani Dao while he had the chance? "Ani Dao, keep your eyes open. There is something wrong in this company. This delay is unnatural. Observe and keep your eyes open for anything." Arlómë paused. "And keep your knives ready to fly. They will be used on this journey to Erebor." And with that Arlómë rose from his feet and walked towards the group. Had Ani Dao been the right person to say anything too? She could be part of the problem. Her suggestion of horses did seem a little weird to him. She could have made that suggestion to cause more argument and make a bigger delay. Then again, acquiring horses would be faster than walking. Her suggestion could have been just a harmless suggestion. Arlómë realized that he could trust nobody except Bali.

"There is only one answer to this problem of ours," Arlómë said as he reached the group. "Sheath your weapons and listen. All this arguing will only cause more arguing. I say that those who want to begin this journey should begin now. If we don't, than there is no sense in going to Erebor because when we get there, either we will spend our time celebrating with the victorious dwarves, or we will spend out time burying them and looking for survivors." He paused and looked around. "So I suggest that those who are willing to take Caradhras leave now, and those who don't agree with it can stay or go another way, or you can follow." Hopefully this will get things going, he thought. Or maybe this will cause more argument. If it did cause more argument, than Arlómë decided to go into the Green Dragon and get himself a drink.