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The three brothers were sitting atop their proud horses, waiting for their father to finish reminding Estel about wearing warm clothes all the time, to stay dry and to remember to eat.

"Ada, I will be fine." Aragorn interrupted Elrond mid-speech, earning a grin from Elrohir. "This isn't the first time I have traveled through snow. Besides I have 'Dan and 'Ro with me."

"And that is what troubles me, ion-nîn. Whenever you and your brothers decide to leave the house together one of you has to be treated for severe injuries." Elrond replied softly. "But I know you have to look for the Prince. I would ride out myself because Legolas is like a son to me but I have important tasks here. Furthermore I need to be prepared in case he needs treatment."

Elladan nodded along with his father's speech, knowing he only spoke the truth. "We will be save father. I'll make sure they behave." He sent a glance in Elrohir's and Aragorn's direction, before turning his horse towards Imladris' exit and the dull, grey landscape behind it. His younger brothers followed his lead and turned their horses around.

"Goodbye Adar." Elladan called over his shoulder, spurring his horse on at the same time as his brothers did.

"Have a save journey. May the Valar be with you." Elrond bid them goodbye. He watched them riding into the white landscapes for a few minutes before turning around and walking back into the warm halls. Elves may not feel the cold as severe as humans did, yet he did not enjoy standing in the cold, having the snow melting in his boots.

The trio kept their horses at a measured pace, not wanting to tire the poor animals too soon. Treading through the snow was more exhausting and the cold, biting wind didn't help matters. Furthermore they didn't want to miss any sign of Legolas, yet their main search wouldn't start until they reached the Mountain pass.

"We should take a short rest." Elrohir stated after about seven hours of riding through the cold. He shot a look in Aragon's direction, noticing the slightly blue lips, his pale face and the tiny snow crystals clinging to his eye lashes, eyebrows and hair. "There is a cave close by. The horses need to warm up, as do we. We can ride on afterwards. Tonight we will have to make camp again, because the horses can't walk through the snow in the dark safely. It should be mid morning when we reach the mountains tomorrow."

Elladan and Estel nodded their consent, the human secretly glad to be able to warm up again. He didn't want to worry his brothers but he felt as if he was freezing to death. His face, fingers and toes had lost any feelings they had long ago.

The brothers led the horses towards a small cave, firewood was gathered inside already. When they traveled they often used this cave and stocked it with wood during the summer months. Soon a small fire was burning in the middle of the cave, Aragorn sitting closest to it, warming up his limbs. Elladan was bustling farther into the cave, while Elrohir was drying their horses. Soon 'Ro was sitting down beside his human brother. Both were staring into the flames when a hand appeared beside their faces, holding a piece of Lembas out for them.

"Thank you." Elrohir and Aragorn said as they grabbed a piece each.

Elladan nodded. "I will get some snow to melt it and make some tea." The eldest turned towards the opening of the cave and came back with the kettle filled with snow. He put it above the fire and waited for it to melt. Preparing the tea Elladan watched as color returned to the human's cheek, relieved that Aragorn seemed fine. He was worried when his twin suggested the rest. Usually he was the first who suggested such things himself, but worry over Legolas had overtaken his sense for his human brother's need for warmth and rest.

After resting and warming up for about an hour the brothers continued the journey through the snow. They kept riding until darkness fell and they couldn't go on without risking the safety of themselves and their loyal mounts. Soon they had found a cave. This one held no stock of wood for them.

"I'll be back soon." Elladan promised as soon as he dismounted his grey horse, disappearing into the night to gather some wood. Aragorn and Elrohir took care of the horses, making sure they were dry and fed. Both brothers changed into a set of dry clothes and only moments after they dressed, Elladan reappeared carrying an armful of dry logs. Soon a fire was started and Aragorn made tea for them to drink, Elrohir got their Lembas out of the bags, while Elladan changed into dry cloths.

"I'll take the first watch." Elladan commented, which earned him a sigh from his twin and a headshake of this human brother. "I won't be able to sleep anyway."

"Wake us when are to take over." Aragorn said before settling down beside the fire, falling asleep seconds after. Elrohir and Elladan stared at each other until the younger twin dropped his graze to the floor, having lost the voiceless debate between the two. Accepting defeat the younger twin made himself comfortable and wandered into a light slumber.

The older twin was sitting with his back to the fire, staring out into the blackness. Despite feeling a bone deep tiredness Elladan did not plan to wake either one of his brothers, knowing he wouldn't be able to rest peacefully. He heard his twin stir when half the night had passed.

"You ought to wake me, 'Dan." The sleep filled voice of his brother came from behind him.

"I saw no need." Elladan glanced to the side, watching as Elrohir settled down beside him. Opening his arms for the elder, Elrohir waited for Elladan to come to him. Elladan accepted the embrace of his brother gratefully. Resting his head over his brother's heart the twins passed the rest of the night sitting silently in the comfort of each other.

Reaching the Mountain Pass mid morning as predicted, the brothers let their horses roam free knowing they wouldn't wander off. They made their journey up to the top of the mountain, reaching the highest point when the sun was at its highest place in the sky.

"Over there." Aragorn whispered, pointing straight forward, where the snow seemed wrong somehow. Getting closer the brothers could make out bodies of dead orcs and wargs, which littered the ground. At least thirty bodies were strewn out all over the ground. Elegant arrows were stuck in foreheads, eyes and hearts of many of the monsters. Each creature was killed with a single shot. In a circle close to the edge another group of ten orcs were littered with deep cuts, slit throats, served heads and limbs and stabs into the heart.

"Something fell down the cliff." Elrohir stated, peering at the uneven snow and the trademark signs of something tumbling down an edge.

"Legolas was definitely here." Elladan quietly said, kneeling down next to a dead orc. Moving it to the side he pulled out one of Legolas' beloved twin knifes. "He wouldn't leave it behind. Those knives mean everything to him."

"How about we split up? One of us stays up here, while the other two search the ground below." Estel stated. His suggestion earned a nod of approval from both twins.

"I will make sure he isn't up here anymore." The younger twin stated. "I will meet you both when I'm done up here."

Aragorn wandered the plain field. On his left hand side the mountain reached far into the sky, while a forest stretched out on his right hand side, yet it was too far away to reach without a horse, especially after a fight with an orc pack as huge as the one Legolas had been fighting.

He was freezing but he held no concern for himself right now. Seeing the battlefield atop the mountain his worry for his closest friend grew with each minute passing without a trance from the prince.

Looking to the left and back to the right for any sign of the wood-elf, anything unusual at all, he walked on and on. Suddenly his foot got caught in a branch, which caused him to trip. Any means of steadying himself falling away as he couldn't get his foot free fast enough. Before he realized what had happened he was lying in the deep snow face down.

In whatever his foot got caught, he managed to free it without hurting himself and stood up. He brushed the snow of his clothes, yet the cold wet had seeped through it already. Shaking his head he was about to walk on when he heard it.

"Please." A voice behind him whispered. Shocked Aragorn turned around. It dawned on him that he didn't trip over a branch. Something had held onto his ankle.

"Legolas!" The human exclaimed, only making out the slight difference in the height of the snow now. He dropped down to his knees and brushed the snow aside. Shocked at what he saw he drew in a sharp breath.

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