[ a little smile- and it's not even wholly faked. he lingers at the ramparts, looks out over the expanse, the great crevice in the ground, and the dripping black ooze. ]

The land must be healed. Time will do it, but perhaps the lady Galadriel and I might...

[ at the very least, he would be able to keep it from spreading. he has not been able to go close enough to check, to find out if his will could be used to free the land from the taint on it. ]

And you, Duinenor? Could your Craft be used to heal the land?