"Not exactly? It is...well, exactly what it says," Glorfindel said with a laugh. "You go there, when you die, to wait until it is time to be reborn. Elves are immortal, you see. So even though our bodies might perish, we go to the Halls and wait for new ones."

"While there, you heal any wounds of your spirit. Because until your spirit is whole again, how can you be reborn?" He was very fortunate that, despite all that transpired in his life, his spirit wasn't hardly wounded at all, and at that, mostly by the deaths of those he cared for. Seeing them in the Halls rejuvenated him, and he was then able to turn around and help them.