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Malí gumbled and mumbled to heself as the male dwarves debated rather boisterously whether to go through or around the forest of the Elves. Malí considered putting in her opinion, but as Balin seemed to have decided to go through Mirkwood, Malí began to grit her teeth and let her expression scream what her voice dared not. The dwarves began to move out, and Malí followed noiselessly since it seemed to be the general consensus for them to go through Mirkwood. She wanted to stomp or storm, but Malí reminded herself harshly that it would seem rather childish. So, Malí followed noiselessly, with only her furrowed brows to convey her true feelings.
It's most impractical to go through the forest, Malí growled inwardly. Of course it was impactical. Spiders, Elves, and everything else Malí could contemplate. She stopped liking the odds the same moment she began calculating them in her mind. These foolish men will take their time through the forest, thinking that since it's a shortcut that they've got plenty of time. Follly! Then there's always spiders, which are much more dangerous than these overly proud men will admit to. Elves could hinder us, even if they didn't attack they would likely take us to their King! It is definitely much more sensible to go around!
Malí wrote as she walked, jotting down all the probabilities and odds against the little troop of dwarves. At the rate they were going...Malí compared it against the rate if they'd gone around. Malí rolled her eyes when it proved to indeed be faster to go through. Then a sly grin slipped over her face as she jogged to join up between Balin, Flori, and Ori. She rolled up her papers and 'politely' interrupted their conversation.
"Balin, sir, I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Malí began, though her smile betrayed her true emotions to show that she was actually enjoying this explanation. "But according to my calculations, which I never show unless absolutely correct and triple-checked, if we keep walking at this pace and go through Mirkwood-" Malí paused and looked at her papers again, pretending to go over her equations again. "-then we will arrive at our destination in almost three years!"
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