Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. If I did, I would be sitting on my private jet on the way to Australia. Down Under! Anyway… yeah. Do not own Lord of the Rings, Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, the Witch-king… you get my point.
Part 1
"Fall back! Fall back!" cried the voice of Elrond.
This battle was over. The Mirkwood elves had reached the river, so it was time to leave. The orcs were overwhelming, but past the river they would be safe. Just a little further….
"Fall back!" Elrond yelled again.
He turned around to call more people back, but the elf-lord's voice died in his throat. A winged creature very much like the one his sons had described not too long ago entered his view. It looked like a cross between a dragon and a bird. Maybe it was an unknown species of dragon, but that mattered little. What really mattered was the cloaked figure on its back.
"Fall back!" Elrond practically screamed this time.
"Ada! Get back here!" cried Elladan and Elrohir at the same time. Elrond reluctantly turned his horse and rode across the river. Once on the other side, with his sons, he peered over his shoulder. There were still a few soldiers in the river, but that meant they were all safe.
Well, all the living ones anyway.
"Ada, look!" whispered Elrohir.
This time, Elrond turned his horse around and closed his eyes. The Witch-king did have enough sense to not actually cross the river, but that didn't make things any more comfortable.
"I wish to speak with any Lord who has the courage to talk with me," the witch-king hissed.
"Then you will tell me why you are here!" retorted Elrond.
"You know well why I have come!" cried the wraith.
"Not exactly," said Elrond. However, in his heart, he had figured out the reason.
"Liar!"
"Then I would hear it from your own lips!"
The wraith dismounted his steed and walked toward the river.
"If you set one foot in that river, I will drown you in it!" snapped Elrond.
The Witch-king stepped within centimeters of the shoreline, but didn't actually touch it. "Where is the heir?"
"Why do you believe there is an heir here?"
"Those two!" the Witch-king accused, pointing at the twins.
"What about…"
"I saw them! They protected him! And so I wondered, what did the spawn of Elrond have to do with this? Then it came to me…."
"What…" started Elrohir, but Elrond stopped him.
"Bring me the heir of Isildur within the next 24 hours, and your home will be spared."
"And if I don't?" challenged Elrond.
"Then you will be yet another who attempted to challenge the Lord of the Nazgûl."