"Good," Galadriel replies almost automatically as they jog to the center of the wide antechamber. The rift hovered above them, dark and crystalline against the sky, wreathed in the crumbling vestiges of the ceiling. The demons are distracted, but there is no way to be certain how long they shall remain so; once they stand beneath the rift she releases his arm and extends her marked hand, palm facing upward.
"This will be difficult, for we are only two," she warns and her hand tenses into a fist. She is uncertain of much regarding this form of power, but her study of the Fade and of the Veil has given her some measure of control over the shard in her hand. Green light spills between her fingers, jagged and uneven against the nearly imperceptible light of Nenya. Neither her power nor her ring mesh easily with the mark, but they can be forced together if the need is great. She does so without hesitation.
"You must concentrate on drawing the veil through, pulling it atop itself, and collapsing the opening."
The instructions are no sooner spoken than heeded; the moment her sentence concludes, she throws her hand up and an arc of green light meets the tear above them.
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"This will be difficult, for we are only two," she warns and her hand tenses into a fist. She is uncertain of much regarding this form of power, but her study of the Fade and of the Veil has given her some measure of control over the shard in her hand. Green light spills between her fingers, jagged and uneven against the nearly imperceptible light of Nenya. Neither her power nor her ring mesh easily with the mark, but they can be forced together if the need is great. She does so without hesitation.
"You must concentrate on drawing the veil through, pulling it atop itself, and collapsing the opening."
The instructions are no sooner spoken than heeded; the moment her sentence concludes, she throws her hand up and an arc of green light meets the tear above them.