Argument

The moment she had gone inside, Daphne began preparing her gear. She figured that she was the expendable one. She wasn't a leader, a Commander, a Sergeant or even a merchant. "My job is to take care of him."

Somehow, Daphne had managed not to vomit, though it took most of her concentration to do so. She was vaguely aware of shouting, and she caught some words which had caused fury to rise within her again, before the feeling in her throat distracted her once again. Somehow, she was aware of a piece of paper as Furley slid it into her hand.

“You bloody didn’t.”

“I’m tellin’ ya I did!”

“What right under the tree?” Hort asked incredulously.

Had he traded a father who wouldn't listen for an uncle who doesn't either?

Aren visited the Kolten family house, for want of something better to do. He'd been with Tosie earlier, which was good, but had begun to feel lonely and bored since then.

"Why do you not wish to come with us?!" Erië shrieked at her husband, the volume of the voice drowned out by the talking of the many Elves within their company. The twins, Fimon and Ýron, covered their ears as they stood between their parents, who were looking at each other in great anger and pain. Fimon and Ýron wept in each other's arms, seeing their loved ones so estranged: They had never seen such strife and anger among their kin, less even among their parents.

Daerundros stared off into the water absent-mindedly, rather unnerved. She did not notice the person in the trees above her much, being far too embossed in her own business to pay attention. The Well of Life, the Hardest Rock on Arda, and the Brighest Light in the World... what were they?

As Daerundros rests her mind while the Company of Five was still dwelling by Delossad, she falls into a dream which could perhaps forebode a confrontation between her and Vardarianna.

I growled to myself in anger as I relentlessly slashed the tree before me back and forth, not caring about it, nor paying attention.
I was saddened, burdened, due to the handful of work I was handling that was Minyelaírë. I sighed slowly, running out of the ruins, to slay some boar, thoughtful of my argument with Minyelaírë;
"Why try to confront an enemy that is ten times greater than thee?" She said, smirking at my rather mournful form, "He would slay thee and leave thy body there and laugh three times at it."

It was a calm serene day for me, relaxing on the plains of Hollin, not having a care in the world and enjoying the Freedom, when a loud shout broke my bliss, and I groaned once I recognized the voice.