by Siryn

She was sitting on the grass, her feet dangling in the cool stream. Time was different and she wasn't sure how long it had been. Her magic was strong and with a flick of her hand, Willow's face appeared. A voice startled her.

"What is this place? Why am I not in the Halls?" He was tall with silvery blond hair. His clothes were the same white material as hers.

"I think this is a way station. A place for warriors who died before their time," she said. "I'm Tara." She offered him her hand.

"I am Haldir of Lorien," he said cautiously. "You do not look like a warrior."

She smiled. "My weapons are a little unconventional. How did you die?" He sat next to her.

"By the sword of my enemy. You?"

"I was shot," she replied, tears filling her eyes.

He touched her shoulder. "You left someone behind there," he stated.

"Didn't you?"

"My brothers and....my friends," he answered softly. She leaned into him, and he didn't flinch away.

"Wonder how long we'll be here," she mused.

"I cannot say, milady."

"At least we're not alone," Tara said, smiling.

Haldir smiled back. "No, no we are not."


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