I watched BOFA and mesmerized with the white council's fight in dol guldur. And amazed with Galadriel's fights. Of course, how Elrond and Saruman fought with Nazgul, but of all Galadriel's fight was caught up to my mind. Actually, my jaw dropped while watching it. :P ;) But where was lord Celeborn? So this is the missing part of movie, so, spoilers are here. Rated T due to discussions about war and scenes in battlefield.

Lord Elrond of Rivendell, held lady Galadriel while he walked outside the wall of dol guldur. Though the guardians of the three fought with the nazgul and, well up to a certain extent, they won. However, he still felt the surges of power wavering through nenya, for he bore vilya, the ring of water on his finger. He could feel that lady Galadriel was weakening by the moment, for she barely had energy to clutch into his armor. But she was not the one to show her weakness, he hid the small smile that tugged at the corners of lips, for the concern of the lady, who also happened to be his law- mother as well.

He had never seen such a display of power, even the spirit of sauron had feared of, along with nazgul. Never thought that Nenay would wield such power along with the phial that contained the light of Earendil. He sighed and re-adjusted his grip on the lady who was now in the brink of consciousness, and purposefully took care in his strides for he know still the foul crafts and the minions of sauron might linger in shadows, ready to attack them. In concern, he created an aura of protection around them, commanding vilya. Vilya was obeying, powerful and more flexible power ring than Nenya, which absorbed the last drop of strength and warmth from its wielder.

Thinking of the ways to destroy the spirit of lieutenant of Morgoth, he descended to the lower levels of the fortress, still mingled with darkness that was enough to corrupt one's soul. skies were grey and heavy with clouds in premonition of rains, ruined walls and grey stones smeared with black blood and thick cobwebs of the spiders, while the aura of pure starlight of the lady Galadriel, enlightened the dark corridors for a moment, and the darkness engulfed the corridors back, as they passed them by.

His keen Elven hearing caught the sounds of the swords clash against one another, Elven arrows piercing thick, dense atmosphere hitting its target, orcs and goblins whimpering and crying as death embraced them, finally. He came to an opening, where he witnessed the battle in the grounds surrounding the dark fortress, Elven swords glowing in a sheer blue light, despite the darkness. Suddenly, a wind whipped passed him, rattling the lifeless black trees, messing his warrior braids, bringing the putrid odour of black blood to him.

He hurried through the dilapidated winding staircases until he could gain a better view. His gaze fell on a mighty warrior who was riding his grey stallion towards them while striking fatal blows to his opponents who tried to block his path. The way the sword was wielded by him and the mannerism, he rode the horse; Lord of Imladris knew that this was none other than Lord Celeborn, his law-father and the husband of Lady Galadriel.

With one gentle swipe, Lord of Lorien took his beloved out of his son in law's arms and nestled her against his chest. Even though the lady was frail and spent after using much of her powers, she clutched onto him as if a newborn elf ling found comfort in his mother's arms. Celeborn pulled the reins of his stallion, and turn him in a full circle for the ride back to the camp while Elrond retrieved his white mare and followed his In-laws, with his sword, Hadhafang drawn out to protect them without a second thought.

~~~ Meanwhile within the mind of the lord of Lorien~~

I looked into her beautiful face, which was now showing the clear signs of weariness, as I knew she was drained of her powers by the fluttering of her emotions and weakened thoughts against my mind, through the bond we shared. She barely held into the consciousness merely by the fears and the fatigue that caused due to that ring, the cursed jewel of Celebrimbor! With the anger rising in my mind, I strike my sword upon the enemy, as anger caused more adrenaline to course through my veins.

I cleared my path over the battle ground, to take her to the safety, but the mixed emotion in my mind might've led my sight much hazier than I thought, I saw the fight in-between my grandson Elladan and the orc leader, much later than I supposed to. I pulled rains, but the stallion leapt over the fighting duo, while I removed that wretched head from the orc's body, with a swift blow during the jump, aiding the young one.

"Daeradar! That was my target!" I heard my other grandson, Elrohir's slightly angered voice, while he appeared on top of a half- fallen pillar, holding his bow and releasing his arrows with a fiery speed towards the enemy. I had no time for pleasantries, while I gave a nod towards my still-astonished older grandson (probably thinking how his daeradar could do such stunt), I rode hard towards the forest that our camps were established in.

I dismounted near the healer's tent, and carried her inside. While I laid her on the makeshift cot, drapes parted and my son-in- law, Elrond entered. Instead of the bearings of the warrior and the lore master he is, now I saw the formidable healer, best in all Arda. He put his sword aside, and knelt beside, now unconscious Galadriel. He gently took her slender wrist into his palm and checked her pulse.

"She is just weary and weak. No potion or herb will be able to cure; rest will help her to regain strength." He stood and looked me in the eye. "Spirit of Sauron endured. We all have been deceived. Curunir * took matters into his hands."

So what Aiwendil * had told us about the Greenwood is true? "What of Mithrandir"? I asked, knowing his answer, but I wanted to confirm it.

"I fear that it is true and for Mithrandir, he travelled with Aiwendil to warn Thranduil about the armies of orcs that have marched to Erebor to slay what is remained in Durin's bloodline "Elrond turned his gaze over, picked his sword and walked away. "I will join the battle, you must stay with her. She needs you"

Within a moment we were alone in the tent, with a sigh, I slowly removed her mithril circlet and placed it aside. I let loose the fastens of her dress and covered her with a warm duvet. I kissed her brow and called a handmaiden to keep an eye on her while I walked outside to speak with the messenger, who arrived from Lothlorien, just moments before.

Curunir*- Saruman

Aiwendil*-Radagast

Now, though I need to develop this small story into a complete fic, it is difficult to do so, with my finals just 6 months away and I'm terribly busy. But I will try to write somehow. Leave a review, favourite and follows, if possible. And please be patient, as this is my first fic dealing with situations like battles and all.

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