captives

The last I saw him, we were prisoners in the hidden house of Lady Zairaphel in Angmar. We had been brought there through a long and arduous journey, and delivered, bound, by the remaining few brigands and the two Umbari. I thanked the Valar for the later. Had they not been with us we would have been in a far worse condition. 

Strangely, Zairaphel had us sit at a table and partake of a feast she had her Dwarf servant prepare. We could do little more than exchange glances with each other. No word could be spoken unheard by her. No sign given.