[The hesitation is obvious and it’s interesting to look at it from the point of view of the person not doing the hesitating. Linhardt looks at a painting on the wall, giving Elrond time to collect his thoughts and waiting patiently.]

There is a place where I am from that is…damaged. It is wrong. Nothing can grow there, and spending time there is damaging to both people and animals.

Even if I could extinguish the perpetual fires, I would not know how to begin to nurture life, but it would be a shame to leave it in such a state if it could be repaired.