"They ate." The words don't exactly detract from the eeriness of the situation, but Boromir is busy looking behind the sales counter at some dusty boxes. "Elves, men, orcs. Anything, really. They were said to be descended from a creature of great evil with an insatiable hunger, which I suspect mated with some lesser horror and they were the result. They dwell in the forest of Mirkwood and the mountains that separate Gondor from Mordor. Fortunately they could be killed by the usual means -blades, arrows- and they had a particular aversion to light or fire."

By this point he's opened up one of the boxes, to reveal several candles. "Speaking of which," he says, holding one up.