Galadriel

The Noldo stepped up the stone stairs. They were cold against her bare feet. She looked up. Golden leaves spread eternally, like lightning streams, along the sky. Under the canopy of white trees as tall as towers, she looked in front of her. Standing there, the Light of the Two Trees in her eyes, was a legend.

“We have tried to answer two questions, Scholar,” Galadriel says. “and now on to the third. If those who have been turned to the Shadow can be redeemed, and if you are convinced that Thandwen the Elf is now Gwathwethil the Morroval, then the third question is, what must be done?

“Narmeleth! Well indeed do I remember her,” Seregrían says. “I knew her during the time I dwelt in Eregion before its fall. She was the Forge-maid, one of the Mirdain, but she fell into shadow herself and became Amarthiel!”

The negotiations between the Galadhrim and the Iron Garrison are in progress and are almost immediately agreed upon. Celeborn has readily pledged a contingent of Elven archers to return to the Mines of Moria with Bosi, along with stock and provision for a prolonged siege. Bosi in turn provides the Elves with tidings of the progress in the Mines, and every priceless piece of news regarding the foes within.