If everyone cared

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

A loud out pour of a scream breeched the air. It couldn't be, he refused to believe it as he ran over to her, dropping his helmet and sword, Éomer fell to the ground. Picking her up, he cradled her against him as his cry's echoed through the air once more. All the surrounding soldiers and princes had turn to see the event, shocked that there sister had fallen. Thranduil saw the event unfold and ran over to the mourning man and his fallen daughter.

"Forgive me milord. I failed to protect her the way . . ." Thranduil placed a hand on Éomer shoulder, looking up at the elf king. "The way I should have, I left her side." Thranduil smiled at the man, who gave him astonished look.

"Never underestimate the power of the elves." Thranduil brushed the dark hair away from his daughters face. "Especially my daughter, she will be fine son of man, give time to the healers and she will be fine."

Thranduil picked his daughter up out of Éomer's arms and began the long walk towards Minas Tirith. Éomer sat and watched the king walk away with the elf princess that he had fallen in love with. Thranduil passed each of his sons who asked the question in their eyes. "Would she really be alright or where they just words to comfort a man in mourning." Thranduil eyes gave it all away. He was concerned for his daughter, not knowing the wounds or spells place on her in the battle, for all he knew he would be carrying her to her grave now but he needed to be sure first.

Thranduil approached Elrond who was attending to other wounded elves, stopping in behind him he waited. Feeling his presence Elrond turned to the elf king who held the look of fear in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter.

"Bring her over hear." He followed Elrond over to a spare cot in which he laid her upon. Elrond scanned over her condition, before looking up at the king.

"Tell me she will be alright." Elrond tried not to let it slip that she may not survive, but Thranduil was no fool. "You're wrong, she can't." He sputtered as Elrond placed his hand on Trandahl's shoulders.

"I can't be certain, she's been badly wounded, I'm surprised that she has lasted this long." Thranduil moved away from the elf lord and knelt beside his daughter.

"Why be surprised, this is my daughter you're talking about Elrond, she is strong. Like her mother before her she is strong." Elrond came to the king side, as he stood.

"I do not doubt her strength, but we may have been too late." Thranduil glared back at Elrond. "I'm sorry my friend, I will do what I can to save her, I just don't want you to have false hopes." Sighing he turned away from him.

"What should I tell my sons?"

"The truth."

"What the truth that she will die soon?" Elrond sighed the king was worried it was understandable, it was his first born lying on the cot before them, he had every right to be.

"Whatever you think is necessary."

Thranduil left the healing hall and made his way back out to the battle field. There his sons waited along with Éomer, who had calmed himself for the moment. Legolas stepped forward as his father stood with his head down in front of them.

"Ada?" Looking up at his son he just shook his head before turning away from them. His sons took a step back in shock; it couldn't happen again, it would tear their father apart before they had a chance to save him.

"How many more will you take from me?!" Thranduil yelled up to the sky before he fell to his knees and sobbed. His sons could do nothing but watch and wait for the news to come about their beloved sister. Éomer squeezed his eyes shut at the news the king brought and tried to hold himself together but the tears began to flow down his face once more.

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

A/N: Heh, What did you think so far of the first part.