Gandalf looked at Arathorn and shook his head and rose to his full lenght. "Arathorn, son of Arador, I am not your message boy. You go fetch Ilenal" he said and looked at the dunedain leader.
Ilenal, not knowing of what was happening inside, continued walking. He nodded as a hello to some familiar faces and then stayed to talk with a couple of female elves after a while. He knew the ladies from his last trips
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan