True night now out there. Path up a stony bank. I must go on all fours. At the top, I'm totally blind. Grope around, find I'm on a huge flat stone with holes.
Cold air rises from the holes.
I don't want to know, and remembering the tales of Moria, I sure don't want to wake it up. The stone no longer fully covers the pit, and I can feel it rock a bit. I could tip it over if I move too fast. There seems to be pavement on the far side, and I crawl up it shivering, dragging my suitcase. I reach what seems to be a pass.