The last chapter for this little story, and then it picks up in Sorrow in the House of Elrond.


They followed the tracks upward. It leading into a more rocky area as they went on farther, and farther. The horses started to stumble a little, as the ground turned to more rock. Little was spoken as they went on, each deep in their own thoughts.

A sorrow hung over them, of lost friends, brothers, and kin. But a little hope remained, that of Celebrían, Lady of Imladris.

"El," Elrohir whispered to his twin, who rode beside him.

"What is it?"

"Do you think she will be well?" Elrohir asked, hope shining in his eyes.

"I do not know brother," Elladan replied. "But do not give up all hope, we will find her." He gave Elrohir a small smile, and turned his gaze ahead.

"There are caves ahead!" Glorfindel called out to the others. He glanced over at the twins, "We will find her, I swear." He had too, he told himself. He had promised to watch over this family. He could not let it happen again, he would not.

As the neared the caves, the group split up into four smaller groups. The twins went with Glorfindel, and a couple other warriors. Eventually, they where forced to dismount, and leave the horses.

"Up there!" Elrohir called out, motioning to a huge mouth in the side of the rocky mountain. The hurried up toward it, passing smaller caves as they went.

Suddenly, Glorfindel thrust a arm out. "Get down!" He exclaimed in a whisper.

Swiftly, the small party dropped behind a small outcrop of rocks. Debree and dirt tumbled down from above, as something made its way down the steep slope. A large filth covered foot came into a view, a deep breath uttered from it's body.

Elladan itched to charge forward, but Glorfindel gave him a look that said to wait. Elladan glanced at Elrohir, knowing he felt the same.

The vile beast roared something back up from where it had come. The twins looked at Glorfindel, who knew some of the beast's language. He held up a hand, then as the creature turned, he dropped it.

Silently and swiftly, the twins charged forward, swords drawn. The orc had no time to call out a warning, as Elrohir brought his sword around to its throat, and quickly slid the blade across it. Blood gushed from the wound, and Elrohir stepped to the side, letting it fall.

Elladan caught the orc as it feel, discusted at the feeling of the vile creature. Holding it as little as possible, he set out it down so it made no noise as it hit the ground.

"All clear," Elladan called back softly to the others.

Glorfindel and the two warriors appeared, weapons at the ready.

"Elladan and I will come up from the right," Elrohir said. "You can take them from the left."

Glorfindel gave a nod, then motioned for the two elven warriors to follow him.

They quickly came upon the cave, not running into any more orcs of any kind. A small bit of light came from deep inside the cave, showing a split a little ways down.

"She's in there," Elrohir said. "I know she is."

Glorfindel looked out to where the others where scattered about on the mountian side. He wanted to call out, but knew if he did, he would alert their enemy to their presence.

"I will take the left tunnel," Glorfindel whispered. "You take the other."

The twins nodded, and slipped in, hurrying silently downwards. As the did so, a vile smell greeted them. Filth and bones littered the cave floor, rot filling the place with a horrendous smell.

Elrohir placed a hand over his nose, trying to rid the wrenching sent. It helped little, and he gave up after a while.

"I hate caves," Elladan muttered.

Elrohir nodded his agreement, and slowed as they heard something ahead.

"Orcs," Elladan said, he glanced back over his shoulder to see how far they had come. It was quite a ways, and he figured Glorfindel was al ready pretty deep down the other tunnel.

Suddenly a cry filled the cave.

"Nana!" Elrohir gasped. He jerked forward.

"Wait!" Elladan called out, but it was to late. With a glance backwards, Elladan charged after his brother.

In seconds they where met with a dozen orcs.

The tight space made it hard to fight, but their anger and hate drove them into a mad frenzy. A sword sliced past Elrohir, scarily missing his neck. He jerked to the side, and brought his sword around into the orc's gut. The orc grabbed at Elrohir's sword, and he jerked it out, spinning it, and plunging it into the closest on to him. Blood sprayed out from the wound, splattering and staining his already dirty tunic.

"Elrohir!" Elladan called.

Elrohir glanced over at his brother, who just at the moment, kicked a orc into the stone wall and stabbed it through. Elladan looked back at him, and without a word, they backed up, back to back, blocking out weak spots. Soon, the body of orcs lay about on the cave floor.

"Nana!" Elladan called out, leaping over the bloody mess.

They heard a muffled reply and return, and ran forward, bursting out into a semi-large room. The room was dimly lit, a small torch in one corner. In a corner opposite of it, she half lay, half sat against the cold, gray wall. Her dirty white dress torn, and bloody. Her face was stained with tears, blood and dirt.

"Nana!" the two gasped out, racing forward.

They dropped down next to her, Elladan reaching out and gently pulling off her gag.

"Elladan? Elrohir?" She muttered weakly, lifting her head to see them.

"Nana," Elrohir cut her bonds free, and wrapped her in a hug.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and spilled down her face. "You came."

"Of course we came," Elladan said, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

Elrohir slid another arm around on the other side, and the lifted her together to her feet.

"Can you walk?" Elladan asked.

Celebrían shook her head, as she struggled to put her weight on her weary feet.

"She is wounded badly," Elrohir said, as he noticed wound seeping out of her side.

"We have to get her out of here," Elladan said.

"You run and find Glorfindel," Elrohir told his brother. "I will carry her out."

Elladan gave Elrohir a worried look, and glanced at Celebrían.

"Go on," Elrohir said. "I will be fine."

With one more glance, he turned and raced down the long cave tunnel, soon disappearing from sight.

"Glorfindel!"

The voice echoed down the tunnel, and Glorfindel jerked around just in time to see Elladan running toward him.

"Did you find her?"

Elladan nodded, "Elrohir has her. She is badly wounded."

Without a second thought they hurried out, their footsteps echoing into the darkness.

"Nana," Elrohir whispered, setting her down gently. Her eyes fluttering shut. He un-clipped the pin that held up his cloak, then swung it off, setting it on her. He sat down next to her, taking her hand. "Nana, please don't leave me."

A small breath softly escaped her mouth, and her hand gripped his tightly.

"Nana? Can you hear me? Please don't go, we need you."

He looked up as Glorfindel and Elladan flew out of the cave, the other two warriors behind them. Elladan slid down beside them, sending a slide of rock and dirt downward. He slid a arm under her head and lifted it, then looked up at Glorfindel.

"You can help her, right?" Elladan asked, tears pricking at his eyes.

"I will do what I can," he replied. "But she needs to be taken to Lord Elrond as quickly as possible."

Elrohir drew his knife from his belt, and cut a long strip from his tunic. Glorfindel pulled on the rip in her dress, that was stained with blood.

He stiffened a gasp as he saw the wound, and took the materiel from Elrohir. He bound it as fast as his fingers would allow, then sat back, taking a deep breath.

Elladan slid closer, and slipped his arms under Celebrían. They hurried down the steep mountain side, trying not to jolt Celebrían to much.

When they reached the bottom, one of the warriors had the horses ready. The other going to tell the others the news

"I will take her," the elven warrior said.

Elladan hesitated for a moment, then let him take Celebrían. He swiftly mounted, and leaned down to take back his Nana.

"Thank you," he said.

The warrior nodded, "Go on ahead. I will find the others, and we will catch up with you later."

The trio said their thanks, and turned to leave.

"I will ride ahead," Glorfindel said. "I can travel faster, and will inform Elrond of this." With out another word, he urged his horse into a fast gallop, and vanished.

"Nana," Elrohir said softly, holding a cup of water to her lips.

Celebrían's eyes fluttered open, and she stared blankly at her sons.

"Please drink," Elladan begged. "You need it."

Celebrían let the liquid into her mouth, reliving her parched throat. She tried to say her thanks, buy her voice refused to work for her.

Suddenly she let out a cry, and her body jerked. Her eyes widened in terror, her mouth forming silent words.

"Nana!" Elrohir exclaimed. The cup feel from his hand, as he tried to comfort her. "Shh, shh," he whispered, gathering her in his arms. "You are safe now." He looked up at Elladan, his eyes wide, and full of hope. As he rocked her in his arms, trying to give her peace.

"She will be fine, right El?"

Elladan looked at his twin, "Ada will help her. He always makes things better."


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