Questionable Haven

Running through the trees, Haldir stopped abruptly. Climbing the seemingly insurmountable trunk, he reached down for Ela’s hand. He pulled her up to the branch he occupied, then began moving higher; she followed.

“This will have to do as a haven until they are gone,” he said, indicating the orcs running past them.

“But, what of those others?” she asked peering at the elves far across a clearing.

“What good will our deaths do?”

He suddenly clapped his hand on her mouth, preventing a cry as the three elves were cut down.

But, her eyes were on something behind Haldir.