"Oh yes, the greatest of ideas," Curufin agrees. Although whoever those kids were, he can kind of identify with them, having been the same kind of kid himself in the far distant past.

"Yes, it's me, Curufin. I don't know how I got here, or how you got here, but here we are together!" He rejoices, even as he tries to free himself and his father from the tumble of heavy luggage and other weighty items. "Yes, I'm all right. Are you?"

He shoves a couple of extremely large and heavy suitcases off of himself and Fëanor. Daylight, or rather, carriage light, falls down on them.