WWXLV: The Fellowship of Saruman

[Thinlómien]

"Brave was Éomer son of Éomund from the green land of Calenardhon, and although I grieve his death, he did not die in vain, for he killed a traitor, and indeed the slyest of them all, it seems. For I did nor foresee Radagast's treachery, and I daresay few others could.

His guilt has somewhat reduced my doubt of Iarwain Ben-adar. If they were companions in treachery, I do not see why would he spread light on the suspicious actions of his fellow who was unsuspected or unnoticed by everyone else. Or maybe he could, but not in the manner he did it."

Gildor paused. He weighed the strange Ring in his hands and tried not to think about it. He was afraid of its power and its lures and had been reluctant to take it, even though he believed he had more willpower and harmony of mind than perhaps any of the others. He tried to catch someone glaring at the precious Ring, but no one was eyeing it greedily. He shook his head. The path of catching the remaining traitors would be a more difficult one.

"As soon as I can, I will go through everybody's relations with Radagast in my mind." He fell silent. Then he hid the Ring. It was useless to create more evil by having it in plain sight.