"All right." Ellana leads them on towards that faint bit of orange, and nothing stops them from reaching it. It is indeed a campfire, and she sees crumpled pages lying beside it to use as kindling. She gasps, taking one in hand and opening it back up. Tilting it towards the glow, she can just make out that it's like the pages and scroll they found behind them in the first room.

"Someone's been using ancient elven writing to light their fire," she says, an angry tone to her voice. "I'd like to find out who. Come on." There's a determination to her voice and she takes Sam's hand again, moving towards the end of the corridor which suddenly turns right. As she turns to look, she can see a set of double doors ahead on her left, and a faint, pale light shining through an open doorway on the right.

"That must be Galadriel," she murmurs. "I wonder if she found anyone, or if this person went through to the next room."