The world changes, the temple falls away and Galadriel marvels as the mountain sky stretches high above them. It is clear and blue, save for the great split in it--the Breach, she presumes. The trees stand tall and dense, boughs heavy with snow, and the smell of woodsmoke and the sound of voices and the clashing of metal meets her ears. This is a human settlement, for certain, but it is not an unpleasant one.

"What a lovely sight," she says as she glances across the faces of the buildings to the distant frozen lake and the iced falls on the far side. "When I first heard of this, they said a high demon had caused it. I had thought a Balrog had laid waste to the land.

"It is a pity it was destroyed in the avalanche, but such things are passing."