Durin stomped through a small forest with the rest of the company. Their wagon had been damaged and and the dwarves were forced to walk or ride a horse, so they walked. He carried a large bag full of supplies on his back that was being whipped around by the wind, but he refused to slow down and kept walking, trying to sheild his face from the wind. He walked over to his father and frowned.
"This is taking far to long, we are not even to Rivendell yet! We are going to be too late!" He said loud enough for only his father to hear.
"We are behind, but we can still make it." Dain anwered not looking at his son.
"But I am worried about that Kaldon charactor, he might still be after the company."
Dain now looked over at Durin."Just be weary and keep an eye out!" Durin nodded and went back to holding his arm up over his face.
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