Inspired by the Chapter-by-Chapter discussion on
The Mirror of Galadriel:
Here there are eight. Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe there has been some change of counsel that we have not heard.
Nay, there was no change of counsel you ninny. As anyone who
bothered to listen to their osanwe broadcasts would know, Gandalf set out with the company, though he did not pass the borders of this land.
Alas! Gandalf the Grey fell into shadow. He remained in Moria and did not escape.
Ai! Ai! It was a Balrog of Morgoth what done it.
Alas! This is news most grievous.
No kidding! They don't call him the wisest of the Elves in Middle-earth for nothing, you know.
One might say that Gandalf fell from wisdom into folly, going needlessly into the net of Moria.
One would be idiotic indeed were one to say such a thing.
And we have long feared that the Dwarves had stirred up some evil in Moria.
That's right. Insult the Dwarf, why don't you?!
Don't worry. That's quite alright.
It is my hope that, by the power that dwells in this land, your grief may be healed.
There's only one power that dwells in this land ... and it ain't you, Sindar boy.
May you find respite from your hard journey amongst the golden boughs. There are some that call this land magical.
Magic? What do you know of magic? Have you got a Mirror that shows things that were, things that are, and things that yet may be?
Um ...
Well have you?
Well no, but ...
So just keep your pretty little head out of it, right?!
But I ...
Just shut it!
Perhaps I might ...
You too, Ring bandit!
Ulp! OK
Darling, I really think ...
Look! Can't you just go and make yourself useful somewhere?
Erm, yes. Quite. Cup of tea, anyone?
Now, where were we?