“Legends say that on this day, the dead walk.”
“Ha! I thought you feared not the dead, Master Elf?”
Legolas shrugged. “The ghosts of men hold no terror for me.
But my own people – they are the houseless ones, who refused the
summons of Mandos. In denying death, they became trapped
between Arda and the Halls. I have seen them, Gimli – wisps of
mist; flickering flames rising out of the cold earth. They are
restless. We should hurry.”
Around them, darkness spread; misty flames flickering slowly above
unseen candles as pale lights and shadows grew.
The dead walked with them.