Dawn stomped through the forest, not knowing or caring if there might be demons or other predators around to hear. She still didn’t know where she was, although she now knew the Powers were involved, thanks to Whistler. And thanks to Whistler’s many interactions with Scoobies, he knew it was best to say whatever he’d been ordered to say and scram before anyone could try to make ribcage hats, hex him into oblivion, or even try to drywall him into another dimension. So all Dawn had learned was that she would get answers from some lady in a Golden Wood. Whatever that meant.
Given the snit she was in, it was no surprise that Dawn didn’t notice anything until suddenly two arrows were pointed directly into her face at uncomfortably close distance. A third man stepped from between the two arrow wielders, his expression haughty. “Who are you that you enter the realm of Lothlorien?”
“I’m Dawn and I’m lost, so entering your Lothlorien wasn’t exactly on purpose and I’d appreciate if you’d point the arrows elsewhere.”
“If you are lost, then it is fortunate we found you. Orcs roam these parts, it is unsafe to wander alone,” Haldir replied.