"You need this more than I do."
Olórin stared, flabbergasted, as the Shipwright slipped the ring onto his finger.
"What will I do with this?" he asked, unnerved to feel the pulse of power surge up his arm. "What is this thing?"
"I fear for Ennor," Círdan replied softly. "Narya holds within it the power of Fire. I would that you have all the tools at your command as might win the battle against the Enemy."
Armed with that, a deceptively crooked staff, and a ridiculously large blue hat, the wizard took his first steps in Middle-earth toward his destiny.