'There are legends about these old bones. Some say they are moved about by fell spirits from a distant Age. Some say that the wights are the restless Dead, but even I know better than that. The will that stirs those bones does not belong in Middle-earth.

'Something should be done about these creatures, but they are beyond my ken. Perhaps the Elf, brave enough to keep vigil here, will know how to deal with this threat. His name is Glamír, and he dwells just on the other side of this ruin.

'Show him the skull and see if he knows what to do with it.'