What of those of us, my lady, who have a fëa and a hröa that may not be sundered? For the lives of the Eldar are tied to the life of Arda, and may not end before the world does. If we are slain, our fëar travel to the Halls of Waiting, where we tarry but a while before finding our bodies again. I shall not tempt the tesseract, but if evil were to befall us, to what halls would we go?