* Gandalf extended his hand to receive Andreth's proffered tome, grasped it, stared at the cover, gasped, stood, bowed towards Andreth, and sat again. And then did not move. And then at last spoke. *
Ai Andreth, you could, as Holly does, teach the company to recognize the flowing script for Laurëondo, as it graces the cover of this book you bear!
* Gandalf flipped to a page at random, and read aloud: *
Stately Stables of Laurëondo - Pass in Westwards through the Outer Entryway, turn left, then right into the Inner Courtyard. Veer to the left, then right. The entrance to the stables will be on the left, towards the South Wall. Many a fair horse housed here, and were not denied the golden elegance of their masters. For stall and manger were all of fine yellow cedar, polished gleaming, befitting those creatures who in the Second Age carried the day against forces of night retreating over the hills. The Stately Stables were always well stocked with all manner of grains and wholesome refreshing water. And well supplied too with all manner of intricate carven leather saddles, to fine bits and bridles, to bells in tinkling strands of gold.
* Gandalf closed the book, turning the page to other matters. *
For the Children of Men to speak with the dead is always perilous. Moreso, when the dead are Elves. Speaking with ghosts at all requires quite an effort, and is not always successful even with such an effort. O, but success brings with it the danger of drawing attention to yourself.
And you, Andreth, risk the most on this venture. For if you do not get out alive, then we shall have need of freeing you along with those you seek to free. Because of this, your coming is a great power in itself. You can speak words which I cannot, by your voice, and in your silence.
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