”Yes!” Ofnir said, ”Yes! Wonderful!” How could he have missed something so obvious? Perhaps his earthly form was finally giving up.

He turned around and scrambled his way through the grass back to the company. ”Do as she says!” he tapped Ellaryn on the head with his staff. He suddenly loved the little hobbit even more and wished her all the delicious desserts Middle-Earth cold provide, and those beyond, too. And who knows, there might be many of them -- and much more -- if her plan works.

He looked at the archway and squinted. [i]Passwords, passwords... They always have a password. A word, always. But not this one. A tune this time, so that Orome's folk could enter.[/i] ”And maybe go nearer, stand in front of it. The song must be the password. Orome would not have used words because elves could not master the language of the Valar.” He imagined the winds played sweet sounding songs in the West all the time.

His excitement then subsided and he grew stern in face. Galadriel's sword was drawn. ”Watch out, however, the rest of you. Be prepared, there might be traps, or guardians of the place asleep for Ages. This is but a brief rest in our quest, we can't let ourselves die before we've even started.”