She is on a a nice walk in the woods, so at least nobody else is right there to be eaten by the snake and she osanwëd a warning to emergency services first.
So now she can worry entirely about where the fuck she is.
It's a war conference; war conferencing occurs. Some Dwarves and some Hobbits, with Men to clear the passage through human territory and an Elf and a Maia escort for the first, safer leg of the trip agree to take the ring to Orodruin. Olórin can't contact Valinor but he thinks Curuno might know how to do it.
"How are the notes coming - we can have a copy go with the people leaving for Valinor presently - unless you want to be among them -"
"I'll wait. Maybe Olórin was - merely delayed. The broad strokes and a list of people who might be good at using them are all down."
"Rúmil you wouldn't have met but may have heard of, though if this one cares to take up the work I can't guess - I don't know if you have copies of some of them at all - no one I am sure you've met. Maitimo would have been on there but I must assume him dead and in no condition anyway."
"- probably not, no. I think even apart from the language ban he did not care for the Quenya after Angband, for what that's worth."
"Orthanc. Where Curuno lives and gathers strength for the war - it would not have fallen already without notice -"
"An army'd have to go through Gondor to get there, and there'd have been messengers if Gondor fell - and then through Rohan, and likewise - and Curuno himself should have been able to flee -"
"It's not inconceivable but the borders are hundreds of miles, it'd be very very hard to block news coming north -"
"I can't make any predictions of Curuno since I didn't meet even his alternate universe version..."