I am to teach him the passwords, this stranger. All of them? He looks trustworthy, his demeanour open, but so young! Should he bear the burden of so much responsibility?
I thought he was a boy not much older than myself, but look, he knows the password! Here we are, passing outside the Gate together, as if I was with my father or uncle!
I may know the passwords to every gate, but I am far from home—an old city, in a war older still. I am older than they think, yet Elrond was right: I am too young.