[Envinyatar]

The hammering had stopped, he noted, and only the dying echoes of Endamir’s voice and his surprised reply eddied dully against the stone walls. Orëmir narrowed his eyes at what seemed a thin slit of flickering orange light that now danced in the corridor a little ways away from him. It grew larger as whatever door had barred it from their sight now opened wider on silent hinges.

The last of their torches were already burning to a dangerous low. There was no choice but to go forward now toward the source of the light, or retreat in the absolute darkness of the underground corridor.