Once again, Tahjun rushed to be with the Imladris guards in Mirkwood. He could not stand to be parted from their company for too long for he feared for their safety. As they fought the enemy and traveled to each new camp site Tahjun was tormented with Hiril Galadriel's words. Decades of warfare and life had trained him well how to manage all situations as the mind wrestles with its enemies. So he stayed vigilant to his duties as his mind waged war in private.
Tahjun had noted a hiril from the Imladris guard kept resting her hands upon a pouch. Interest got the best of him and he finally asked her of this. She had told him that they were leaves from Lorien. She went on to say that she had given them as a gift to certain others who were in need of encouragement. Tahjun's heart plunged deep into place that knew nothing of mercy. Leaves of Lorien hold in them the life of Lorien. Even after being removed form their limbs the Lorien leaf holds its life much longer than a normal tree leaf. To hold a Lorien leaf is to hold life itself in your hands…a timeless life because even after it fades the life of Lorien still exist. Tahjun's vision came back to him as he thought it over. No leaf was granted to him; therefore, no life was given to him.
The reality of a vision was starting to become truth and hope could not be grasped. In his mind all was slowly fading to black…
