She glances to Jaye, to the shadowy shape of a hound beside her and Lúthien knows that she's right. There is only one way to find out. And if there is anything in there that will help them find Thranduil, they need to see.

"Let us not waste time, then."

Lúthien almost wants to glare at Galadriel but doesn't. Everyone in their group is better equipped to handle whatever might be behind that door than she is. And she knows it, no matter how much she cares to object. So she does as she's told without complaint, stepping behind her.