"My reasons are my own, Saruman." Gandalf answered evasively, tuning out the rambling of the White Wizard as he knew he was right to do what he had done. He turned instead to Galadriel as she spoke to him in his mind again.
"...They're leaving."
"...Yes." he answered slowly, trying not to smile. He had deliberately stalled to distract their attention so the dwarves could slip away unnoticed.
"You knew." it was a statement, not a question.