There was a twinkle in Gandalf's eye as he turn from Eomer to face his council.
"O'Great elves, dwarves, and mighty beings alike, would you grant me passage to her layer?"
Gently the great elves, dwarves, and treebeard gathered in a circle around Gandalf and gently put their hands forward, fingertips just brushing each other and the moth landed softly on the tip of Gandalf's hand. A low murmur filled the woods of Fanghorn and a soft chanting filled the air.
She who has passed in to sleep,
Awaken again and show us the way,
Creator of life and mother of the land,
Grant us entry to your layer.
There is much more to this chant but the rest was lost in the howling of the wind and the whipping of branches and the swirling of dust. A bluish light appeared from the center of the circle and Gandalf and his allies began to step back. And so the circular blue light expanded and flattened and came to a rest on the clearing ground. Pippin dashed up in excitement, the light that had shown so bright lost its shine and now lay around five by five hobbit feet. But the disk-like object looked very much like water but shone like liquid silver.
"Now now Master Pippin, those who wish to enter must all enter at once." reprimanded Gandalf, "You will have your turn yet. Now will any of my council be accompanying this excited hobbit and I?"
"I would like to meet this Faewen you speak of Gandalf the White but my people will expect my return," said King Theoden, "If your council has ended Eomer and myself will excuse ourselves and await your return in Edoras."
"As you wish," replied Gandalf, "and the rest?"
"Aye, I believe that Legolas, Gimli, and myself will accompany you." said Aragon.
"We will return to our lands" murmured the elves and dwarves, "we know of Faewen and her power, but our kind have problems that we must attend to."
"And Mary?" said the White Wizard turning to the little hobbit.
"Is that a legitimate question Gandalf?" cried the hobbit, "you know me and Pip, you can't separate us!"
"Naturally," huffed Gandalf, "I would have not expected another answer. Now we must all stand on this portal and I shall speak the elvish words of movement and we will be off."
With that, the company gathered upon the circular portal and Gandalf shouted the words. Much to the company's surprise, they fell through the portal as if it had turned to water and sunk into its depts. And slowly darkness closed in around them.
As the group regained their consciousness they found themselves on bright green grass, dotted with vibrant flowers and bright little mushrooms. They moaned and sat up to find Gandalf awaiting their awakening, for wizards do not like to show weakness even before the likes of friends.
"Mushrooms!" cried Mary and Pippin in unison.
"Stop!" yelled Gandalf, "It would not do you well to feast upon another being's land, especially this one. Hobbits, only thinking of their stomaches as usual."