Ani Dao thought about Astarielle's idea for the horses.
"The horses is not a bad idea, but a good part of us are dwarves. What say them to riding? I don't mind it myself. I am assuming we are going by way of Caradhras, for the Gap of Rohan is impossibly far from Erebor. Deside quickly company."
She fingered the handles of her black throwing knives and looked east towards the rising sun ... and Caradhras. Even as we delay, the Uruks move towards the free peoples of Erebor. We are too hesitant! Urgency began to settle its way into the Mirkwoodian warrior's mind.
"We must go now!"
Eruantalon and Yanithe did not reply, they stood in thought. Exasperated, Ani Dao sat down by Arlómė, and also watched the group. She retrieved her feather pendant from within her vest and toyed with the silver edges impatiently.
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