A rift. Of course there was a damn rift, and here he was with a shard and no clue how to close it up. Sure he had learned how to make the damn thing fire a blast, but anything more than that was beyond him. Even so, there wasn't much choice was there? It was either close the rift or... well, he didn't know what, but it probably wasn't good.

Looking to Galadriel, he nodded and took steps closer to the rift, holding out his shard hand, hoping something would click. Did these things have autopilot? He damn well hoped so because all he really had was a hope and a prayer unless someone could give him instructions. At least he was able to breathe now. Or maybe that was the adrenaline.