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Faenor brings them onward, passing the gates and climbing the stairs to the High Flet.

Two figures step out of the light, guarded by white-cloaked Warriors in silver arms and long leather coats, and wielding bows and swords. One is undoubtedly Galadriel, the other Celeborn. They briefly exchange words in a dialect of Sindarin that the others never have heard, then the two turn to the Fellowship.

"What hope you had of secret dealings with us is fruitless. The Enemy knows you are here." Celeborn begins.

"Already the armies of Dôl Guldur march towards us. They will be upon the eastern verges ere a fortnight has passed." Faenor muses thoughtfully, sitting on the steps between the two Elves, in his place as captain and herald.

"Nine there were who set out from Imladris the haven of Elrond. Two are not among you. Tell me, where is the demon and the wizard? For I would speak to them." Celeborn asks.

"They did not pass the East Gate of Khazad-dûm." Galadriel states softly.

"Seven there were that entered the woodlands. They brought Yrch on their tails like cats after mice." Faenor informs the lord of Lórien.

"They fell into fire and shadow. Did they not?" Galadriel asks.