Well, Theodred thought to himself, it seems as though our ragged band of allies is taking the transport of the ring seriously, despite my earlier concerns. Still, it would be a pleasant turn to find that-Theodred spit-Orc not among our numbers come nightfall, but as he has taken no hostile action, perhaps my cousin Eomer and I should be content to keep a close eye on him. He then turned his attention on Elrohir.
"Perhaps, master Elrohir, you could explain your hasty decision regarding the orc?" Theodred quite frankly had no issue with disposing of Ugluk, but to do so without cause....he found this highly irresponsible, possibly even reckless. "Has the-" Theodred searched for the proper word, keeping in mind the presence of the women "-Has Ugluk done something to alarm you? Please, sir, if you have cause for concern, share with us, so that we may be aware and ready to be rid of the situation." Theodred looked around and noticed that the fellowship was getting more chaotic, and knew accusations (and tempers) would very soon be flying even higher than before. He broke himself from the other's company in an attempt to think clearly; although there were some in the fellowship he would not regret losing, he refused to ruin their mission just to satisfy a need to....Tom Bombadil's loud, offkey, and incoherent tune cut through Theodred's thoughts.
*OOC: Sorry, just realized class is starting. Finish post later! Eek!*
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