[Aether. He knows the word, but it does not fit where it is used; another mystery, to be investigated, he supposes, another time. They could stand here otherwise forever and a day, while he interrogates every strange thing this man says - but what sense would there be in it?]

[He follows Hythlodaeus' gaze, nodding grimly, and starts towards the distant light.]

Yet at least we might come to know what manner of creature has brought us here. From a distance, perhaps, if we are quiet in our approach.

Do all creatures have aether, or only those that walk in the light? [That, at least, seems like an immediately relevant question.]