[Mithadan]

In the dim light, they glimpsed the peaks of the mountains surrounding Dor-Lomin as they dropped beneath the dragon. A wide vale lay below them, wreathed in shadow, and as time passed, Mithadan knew they had crossed over the Teiglin and, though the vale was still dark, they were approaching the mighty Sirion. Ahead, the light of the rising sun illuminated the peaks of the hills and mountains that were the western border of Dorthonion, now known as Taur-nu-fuin. Angara tilted slightly and they turned a bit to the south where the icy, white tips of still higher mountains grew bright in the dawning light.

"We're almost there," said Mithadan.