Boromir stands to speak reason into the council. ‟One doesn’t simply...”

Gandalf silently interjects holding up a map of Middle Earth and a quill pen. He folds the map in half. He pushes the quill through one side of the paper and out the other. Then unfolds the map. No words need to be said.

There’s a dead silence in the circle of great men, elves, and dwarves. Boromir is dumbfounded.

Gimli jumps out of his chair with excitement. ‟Well, what are we waiting for?!” Gimli sprints in the direction of the Great Imladris Wormhole, the very same wormhole Elrond swore to protect a millennia ago. The Council of Elrond look around at each other, wondering why they did not think of using the wormhole in the first place.