Curufin glanced back at Reno. "What is that? I'm hearing a voice, though it's fragmentary. Is somebody trying to communicate with us?"

He dug into his rucksack and pulled out some headphones from the music carriage, plugged them in, and put them on his head. He frowned, an expression of intense concentration on his face, as he tried to get a clearer fix on the radio voice.

"We hear you," he said aloud, "But we can't understand much of what you are saying. What stress are you talking about? And are you Nion, or is Nion a place?"