Falling back into silence as the company moves on, Bróin tries to push the dark presence of Dol Guldur from his mind. The task proves easier said than done however, for the foreboding mien of this place is not easily dispelled. He hoped Radagast would find what they sought soon - he had no desire to stay in a place such as this longer than was absolutely required.
Seeing the strange door Bróin pauses to study it much as Evoric does, but upon hearing Radagast recoils back. Even as they continue on he looks back at the Mithril sigils that adorn the door. Had this been a staple of Amon Lanc he wondered? A sign of times when Dwarf and Elf were once near close as kin? Or had this been built by the Necromancer, with Mithril stolen from his people? Bróin balled his fist at the thought, but nevertheless carried on in silence.
The strange statues in the courtyard discomfited Bróin as he gazed upon them, but even still he manages to steel himself and press on in spite of their vileness...