Disclaimer: Tolkien all his, but he might remember there are many rooms…
Agony subsided, cold leached away, Haldir opened his eyes. To fire-light, shouts, and sounding horns - but shouts of ribaldry and laughter... not screams of anguish as before.
A tall figure whose golden hair gleamed with light came towards him. "Welcome!"
Haldir stared - a ...man?
He held a curved drinking-horn, "Will you sup with us - Stranger?" he said smiling, but even he looked puzzled.
‘Was this... Mandos? Surely not?’ Haldir stared.
He felt a cold touch; veiled Nienna silently appeared.
"They bid you welcome for your valour Haldir, but your place is elsewhere… come."
He followed - leaving their hall, for his.