The voice seemed to come from his head, so similar to that night a short time ago in Lothlorien that for a moment, the hobbit wondered if it was the Lady Galadriel once again.

Frodo had frozen in place, though he had luckily managed to find a decent foot hold before he slipped in sheer surprise. Climbing is a tough business as it was, and doubly so when one is a hobbit. Heights were not something many cared for, and although Frodo had climbed the odd tree back home (strange enough, already), there was no small difference between a small tree and this cave. Frodo leaned forward into the rock face for balance.

"...yes, someone is out here," Frodo had hesitated, voice muffled by the wall. "Who are you?"