[The words are unfamiliar, but the sentiment - the sympathy - is clear, and Faramir appreciates it. He appreciates even more the moving on of the conversation; his grief is not so raw that he wishes to stall their quest for it, and he had only raised it because it seems to him to be a part of the puzzle in itself. He does not want, in short, to have Hythlodaeus dwelling on it too long.]

[As well, then, that the light falls onto their hoped-for salvation when it does, and Faramir lengthens his stride, leaning the shovel against the gatepost.]

Sooner rather than later; indeed, as soon as I am able. Hold the lamp a little higher, if you would; there are too many keys, and I have no desire for pacifism to reach its end again so soon.