It almost stole his breath away, hearing that the Lady of Light is the other in the castle. He could not even think of her willingly leaving Lorien, so by what power could she have possibly been drawn away from her wood? It was chilling to think about.

And still, he could not place a name to this dwarf though he knew that he should recognize him. The thought that he couldn't remember why he seemed familiar was just nagging at the back of his mind, trying to claw to the surface. And with his thoughts distracted, torn between Galadriel being here and trying to place a name to Thorin's face, it was hard to focus on what he said.

"A will of it's own? How? I've never heard of such a thing."