Gavin didn't exactly have a strong belief in the Gods. It was a vague sort of half-knowledge - learned more by absorption than by study. But he saw Galadriel tumble from the breach. Watched her rise up to face the demons - watched the magic spear out from her and push the advancing wave back. He couldn't understand how a) she had survived the rift and b) what kind of magic she was using, and c) why she looked unlike any other elf he had ever seen.

It actually made him stare for long enough for a Wraith to hit him square in the chest and send him sprawling. Reeling in pain, he dashed forward, straight at Galadriel, grabbing for her arm. (If it turned out she was a demon, he could deal with that later.)

"Come on!"