[Envinyatar]

‘I’ll grant you that, Lómwë!’ Orëmir had thrust his torch into the murky entryway and looked about it. ‘It doesn’t look entirely safe.’ He glanced at Lindir, recalling their very recent . . . entombment, for want of a better word . . . in the grotto, and shuddered at the thought of putting himself in such a place again and so soon.

He ducked his head back out from the dark and crumbling place, picking cobwebs from his hair as he did so. ‘What do you say we go back to the guardroom? The one from which we started. A little rest would do us all good. And perhaps this way will look more promising when the day’s light has come. For now it is too dark. And I have had enough of darkness for a while . . .