*wanders back into his study, pushing the door open just a little too far (but he quite handily catches that precarious stack of books before it can topple over)* Good. *without any suggestion that he's ever experienced a moment's tension in his entire lives* I can relax better, knowing you're doing the nervous bit for me.
*wades through to his desk and picks through piles of papers high enough to hide several dozen chocolate-chocolate-chip cookies, or perhaps a small child* *finally unearths an ancient, cracked, musty, yellowed volume and blows the dust off the front cover* Bet you thought they only did that in the movies.
*holds the book out to you, so you can see the faded lettering on the front (Alcarinquë–Luinil)* Presumably there's at least one other volume to complete the set, but I haven't found it yet.