Bali was not at all pleased with Burzdol and Ani Dao going after Belegond; after all, both were wounded, and one seriously.
But he knew that they needed to get to Rivendell faster anyway.
He turned back to the rest of the group, now meeting elves and taking about family lines, names and things of that sort. The elves seemed to be enjoying the attention.
Bali was pleased that the group, made up of different races which possibly held grudges on others, was finally blending together, even with outsiders. We are a new generation; it is good that we are avoiding the failures of our fathers.
The dwarf talked to a few elves, and told them about the predicament of Burzdol Ani Dao, Hathalas, and Belegond. "Would you be able to go after them and make sure that they come to no harm? I'd be mighty grateful."
"Aye, good dwarf," answered the captain. "We would be happy to help out such a fine party of warriors."
The elves saddled up and rode off, down the road. Bali turned to the rest of the company, the dwarves, Einin, Arlome, Yanithe, Sarello, and Astarielle. "Well, we must hurry now. Double march on foot from here 'till nightfall, let's go! Those of you with horses are free to ride ahead, reach Rivendell as quickly as possible."
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