[Nogrod]

Tom was both sad and proud of the young Eorling - and a little proud of himself as well. And in the middle of all the puzzles and confusion some of his normal self-confidence was back after the weary hours of the last Day. He was thinking to himself: I was right in the end! I'm normally not good with persons and conspiracies but with nature and Ilúvatar's simpler creations... But maybe I can indeed help these youngsters after all? So should I turn my eyes more intently towards the lady Galadriel toDay as I still have a similar kind of suspicion on her? Maybe I should indeed.

The fellowship was ascending the steps in the darkness and Tom couldn't but hum silently...

"I've wathched these mountains grow,
seen them aligning themselves in a row,
but still I hate being here in dark under them:
places without the sky are places for mayhem."

That wasn't the most cheery piece but it reflected his feeling about the mines of Moria quite accurately. But then he heard some people already starting discussion and he started thinking about what they had said and what had happened.

X'd with Galadriel