They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
And then one day in early fall, Rána goes to dig out some more ore for the Ñolofinwëans.
Well, 'looking'. She's not bothering to light up the cave when she's mostly using her mage-sense anyway.
They look weird, to the mage-sense; she can sense some things about their bodies, but not nearly as much as she'd usually be able to, and nothing whatsoever about their minds, not even that they have them. They're humanoid and carrying tools, though, so she makes the obvious inference, and drops the trance and jerks to a stop - she's hovering in midair - and then makes a querying sound, trying osanwë at the same time: hello?
...okay. Her Quenya's still a little shaky, but worth trying: "Hello? Do you understand me?"
...well.
She lowers herself to the ground, sits, and activates a light spell, just a dim one - enough to let her see them, hopefully not enough to be uncomfortable for them.
She repeats their words back, but doesn't actually understand what they're saying. She's glowing, for the light, and she's not going to let them get too close - she clucks at them and scoots back if they do - but in between language attempts she trances for a moment to grab a piece of rock from the wall and make it glow for them to look at.
Nod. "Khazad. Kobold." She opens a small portal in the cave wall to show the wood shop: "Tirinquo, kobold. Quendi."
She picks up the basics quickly. (She also closes the portal again when they seem to be done with it, and breaks the spell for good measure.)
"Magic," she says, though they really don't have enough shared language for that to be anything but a circular definition. "I do it by thinking." Sort of. Closer, anyway.