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Siladhiel's POV

I slowly opened my eyes as the bright sunlight shone into my room through the many windows. After regaining full use of my vision I realized a figure was seated on a chair beside my bed, sleeping. Sitting up I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I then focused onto Arwen whose long hair covered her shoulders as she slept. I silently rose out of bed, and then slipped into the blue velvet robe which hung on a one of the bed posts. Slowly I made myself down the long hallways which connected this kingdom; finally I reached one of the many gardens of Rivendell. I stepped through the lush, mossy grass to a uniquely carved wooden bench. Sitting down on it I let myself drink in the beautiful flowers that swayed in a slight breeze while small waterfalls made a beautiful song with the birds. Unconsciously I traced the carvings of trees, birds, and waves in the bench. I let my thoughts drift but I still felt movement behind me, yet I didn't turn around, I waited for whoever was there to speak.

"Le mil ha si edregol," (You love it here especially) Elrond said quietly as he stopped infront of me.

"It reminds me of the Forest but the waterfalls make it like a paradise, which is what Rivendell always, was to me," I whispered in English.

"Was?" Elrond sat down next to me.

"It still is but with this battle coming I can feel the tension in the air. It is like it was at Helms Deep before the ogres came."

After some silence Elrond spoke, "Legolas told me, about Haldir…" trailing off he looked at me, "I am sorry, I know what he meant to you."

"He taught me so much, he was my teacher as much as my friend," I closed my eyes momentarily.

"Yet Legolas could not comfort you because he does not know this, am I correct?" Elrond did not react as he watched me flinch at his accusation, "what does he know of your past?" I did not answer him and did not meet his eyes, "You cannot live in lies or dishonesty for your whole life."

"I will not, but I had my own troubles at the time, and I have them now as well," I finally looked Elrond in the eye, "please, just let us get this battle over with," Elrond nodded at me and I gave him a small smile.

"A meeting has been called, you are invited. Come quickly it will start right away, when all have arrived," Elrond said briskly before he rose from where he sat to leave me to ponder the words he had spoken. After sitting for a few minutes I stood up and made my way back to my bedroom.

"Siladhiel!" Arwen called for me as I looked at the array of dresses I could choose between to wear. I turned my head as she entered the room but went back to choosing what I was to wear as she stepped over, "Legolas wishes to speak with you before the meeting of the elves, he has to speak of the plans with the battle," her eyes flickered with fear at the mention of the attack that was so near.

"I have to choose what to wear to be presentable to the meeting first, yet I do not wish to wear something that will make me look too made up. It has to be something plainer but not to plain. I can't explain this very well…" I tried to explain to my friend as I sorted through the many colours. Arwen hurried forward to help and after some minutes she pulled out a dark green dress.

"What about this?" she asked as she held it up for me.

"You kept it?" I gasped as I let my fingers trail over the fabric.

"You always wore it for everything; no one could change your mind that this dress was to plain," Arwen handed it over and sent me off to change.

Smiling I stepped out from behind the screen that I had been changing behind. The silky fabric was a plain dark green but went down to the ground to cover my feet. The sleeves were loose around my hands while the collar was plain and covered my collar bone. A lose belt was attached to it in a pale green with silver stitching on it. Tying it so that it just cinched in right below my waist Arwen nodded.

"Lad a bein," (plain but pretty) she said. My hair fell loosely over my shoulders and Arwen grabbed a comb to pull through it. My wavy hair would not be tamed though, and I finally told her that I would just wear it as I usually did. Pulling it back I quickly braided the sides and let the other hair that fanned out around my face be tied back by a piece of vine.

"Legolas is waiting outside in the hallway, I will tell the meeting you are coming," Arwen slipped out a side door as we walked out of my room. Legolas waited for me, impatiently. His clothing was clean but still what he had worn before.

"Siladhiel," he said quietly, nodding at me.

"Do not be so serious," I said jokingly, "I might be wearing something newer and look a little cleaner, but that does not mean you have to act so formal."

"Sorry, who would have known you would be offended by good manners as well," Legolas grinned at me but a shadow fell over his eyes as he again had a serious expression on his face.

"What did you want to speak to me about?" I asked him as we walked down the tiled rooms of Rivendell.

"The meeting. Elrond has decided that we need the help of the other Elvin Kingdoms. Lord Celeborn and my father King Thanduil are here, and they have brought elf soldiers with them," I stopped and Legolas turned to see why.

"Celeborn?" I asked with surprise.

"Yes, Lady Galadriel's husband," Legolas replied.

"I know who he is, just…surprised," not saying anything else we walked on. I noticed the many elves milling around, almost secretly. As if they were keeping an eye on us. We finally entered a room that no other elves were in. Legolas visibly relaxed, as did I.

"How are?" His eyes worried Legolas looked at me. For a moment I got lost in them, his eyes had always been an invitation to another place far away. Giving a slight shake of my head I looked at the room.

"As men say," I spoke quietly; "I've been better," Legolas watched me walk around the room.

"Did you have more nightmares?" he asked as he stopped me from pacing by gently grabbing my arm. I stopped and turned to face him.

"Arwen helped, but yes, they were not as long and bad as the first one. Yet, I did not get as much sleep as I had hoped."

"I can tell," Legolas whispered as he looked into my eyes, "you look tired, and sad."

"They drain my energy," I said. At least it was sort of the truth, yet Elrond's words of dishonesty still echoed in my mind. Legolas slowly pulled me to him and I relaxed against his chest, taking deep breaths. These problems could be fixed after the battle, and when all this darkness could leave my thoughts. His strong arms held me as he stroked my back and hair calmingly. After a few moments Legolas drew away and gently brushed my cheek with the back of his hand.

"We have to go to the meeting, or we shall be late," he told me.

"I know," then putting on our more serious expressions again we headed to where the Elvin kings and lords were waiting for us.

Nobody's POV

"You are late," Elrond's voice seemed to echo but Siladhiel met his gaze without flinching.

"Legolas was just explaining what was happening," she explained, "sorry if I have slowed the preparations for battle," Celeborn was eyeing her with a curious expression on his face and she looked him in the eye before giving him a deep nod and curtsy.

"King Thanduil," she curtsied for him as well as she said his name. Legolas stood next to his father, their golden hair exactly the same colour, shone in the morning sunlight. Celeborn's white blond hair reflected the sunlight instead of soaking it up but it seemed to make a halo around his head. Siladhiel quickly went to an unoccupied seat next to Arwen. Elrond nodded at all the elves before they sat down, all eyes fixed on the King of Rivendell.

"We have come today because of a threat to Rivendell that could not just destroy Rivendell but kill all elves with it. Siladhiel and Legolas received a sign at Helms Deep that told of an attack on Rivendell. When they were coming here to warn us they passed the large army of ogre's and creatures able to kill any living thing in their path," Elrond explained, "Siladhiel and Legolas both say the ogre's will be here by Nightfall today," Elrond paused as he looked over the two elf lords infront of him, "we have asked for your help, will you protect Rivendell alongside us?"

"I will only provide my soldiers to your aid if you will come to ours when Mirkwood is in time of need," King Thanduil's voice rose above the birds after Elrond had finished.

"Of course, we will be in your debt," Elrond nodded at him before looking at Celeborn, "Celeborn, what do you say?" he asked but the Lord's eyes were not on Elrond but on Siladhiel.

"So this is Siladhiel?" he asked as she met his eyes steadily.

"Yes, she has stayed here before and is welcome to visit whenever she wishes," Elrond gave Celeborn a small glare.

"I have heard much about you," Celeborn whispered as he stood up and walked over to Siladhiel, "the Lady Galadriel has looked into your life, the pain, the hope, the loss, the love, and the lies," Siladhiel stood up when he came to a stop infront of her.

"Does she not do that with all elves, free folk, and men whose paths have intertwined with hers?" Siladhiel whispered quietly so none would hear but Celeborn.

"Of course, but yours have done that from before you were born," Celeborn answered back just as quietly, fire sparking in his cool blue eyes before he stepped back.

"Send her my greetings," Siladhiel sat down again, ignoring Legolas' and King Thanduil's curious stares. Celeborn seated himself comfortably on his chair and looked at Elrond calmly.

"My soldiers shall also assist you," he said sternly as wind made leaves fly through the air and skip over the ground.

"Rivendell thanks both of you and your soldiers, let us now prepare for battle," Elrond stood up quickly to dismiss the meeting, "Siladhiel and Arwen, you two shall go and prepare the elves that can not fight to hide," he ordered the two elves. Arwen nodded but Siladhiel did not move, her brown eyes staring at Elrond angrily. Elrond turned to see her still standing there, "what is it now, Siladhiel?" he asked her.

"I'm not going into hiding with the others, I have never wanted to and never will," Elrond took a deep breath to calm the anger he felt and then turned to Siladhiel.

"The battle field is not safe for you," he told her. Siladhiel's breath caught in her throat as she remembered Aragorn saying those words to her. Legolas flinched as he also heard them, remembering the outburst after them. Freezing Siladhiel angrily stared at Elrond before her mouth opened.

"What do you think I have been doing that time I have been away? It is not as if I was hiding, I was fighting against the evil. I helped kill ogres and protect Helms Deep; I was one of the few that watched Haldir die. I saw the axe being swung into his back and I saw his eyes glaze over with death in Aragorn and my arms. I was the one who has felt the terror and fear and pride in battle as I fought alongside men and elves and dwarfs. I have been injured because of evil and even though it haunts me I can still fight back with my bow and arrows and sword," she paused to catch her breath, and then she turned around and swiftly walked away. At the entrance to one of the rooms of the palace she threw the last words over her shoulder, "I am fighting in this battle and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

Legolas' POV

I quietly walked down the hallway to the room that had been prepared for me. I hadn't actually had the chance to rest that much as Elrond and I had been very busy over the night sending out messengers and so on. My bow and arrow hung over a chair along with my twin knives. I quickly strapped on my belt and knife as well as my arrows over my shoulder. Leaving my bow for a moment I walked to a window and leaning out I drew in the sights and smells of Rivendell. Closing my eyes I imagined what it would be like when the ogres attacked, this peace and tranquility would be disturbed and destroyed.

"Húrin?" (Ready?) My father spoke behind me. Turning around I tried to smile but it turned into a grimace, "it is alright to be afraid, my son," he watched me seat myself onto the bed.

"It is not that I am afraid for myself, but for the others," I told my father as I traced the carving of leaves on my long bow, a gift from Lady Galadriel.

"Spoken as a true King," a large, proud smile spread across King Thanduil's face.

"You are king right now, Father; it will be many years before I will be King," I said quietly.

"I know. Yet, you have to look for a wife as I need to give you my approval," King Thanduil sat down next to me. I flinched as I remembered the elf's my father had pointed out before.

"I do not love anyone at the time," I told my king and father.

"Then take your time, but now we have to hurry or else we shall miss the whole battle."

"The army of Mordor will be here by Nightfall, that is what Siladhiel said," I said as I got up and followed my father out of the room.

"Siladhiel, yes, she has quite a temperament, doesn't she?" my father mused to himself. I muttered in agreement, my eyes on the floor, "well, I have to go now. I will see you later," Thanduil turned away down another corridor as I kept walking, trying to find my way to someplace where I knew someone.

"Sorry, but no one ever listens to me and…" Siladhiel's voice could be heard from far away and with a sigh I knew she was having an argument with someone. As I entered the room I almost ran into Elrond who was leaving the room with an angry scowl on his face. Siladhiel was angrily grabbing her sword which she strapped on along with her shaft of arrows, which were already on her back. A watched her stop infront of the mirror my reflection smiled at her as she saw me in the mirror. Spinning around she forced a smile in return.

"Seems you and Elrond aren't getting along to well," I observed as she checked if the string on her bow was tight.

"I'm still fighting, after the battle we will make things right between us," she walked past me after throwing her bow over her shoulder, "he is just too protective and doesn't like his authority being questioned infront of other Elvin Lords."

"Neither would I" I told her we headed down a set of stairs outside her room.

"Hmmm, yes, well when I'm here he'll have to live with it," her strict tone was different from when she normally spoke to me, and she kept her eyes averted from me.

"What did Celeborn tell you, at the meeting?" I asked her curiously. Surprise flickered over her face but she masked it just like the clouds that covered the sun.

"Nothing," she muttered before hurrying away from me. I watched her leave and all of a sudden, just like the cold wind, I felt as if something had been changed between us that I had somehow missed.

Nobody's POV

Siladhiel's eyes swept over the hundreds of archers, with bow and arrow ready, as the marching and stomping came closer. She had been positioned near Elrond and alongside his elf soldiers while Legolas was with his father and with the Mirkwood elf's. Siladhiel could see Elrond glancing at her but she ignored him as she saw movement down below them. The plan was that they would shoot right when the ogres were visible, and through the bright moonlight she saw a large cave troll as it hollered to the sky. Siladhiel vaguely heard Elrond yell for them to fire and she felt as if she was, again, at Helms Deep, just that this time she was at her home. Siladhiel's arrows cut through the air, alongside others, as they killed many ogres yet more seemed to fill Rivendell, like tainted water spilling into an already overflowing bowl. An elf yelled from behind and as she spun around with the others all realized that the enemy was also coming from behind. Sword drawn out Siladhiel sliced and stabbed the evil that closed her in, it held, tortured, and kept her mind in a prison of fear and pain but not now, now was time for her revenge. Elves and ogres lay around her, but still she kept going forward, Elrond fought near her but both did not realize it, there thoughts on killing and protecting. Gasping something slammed into her and she flew to the side as a troll roared angrily at the elf lying on the ground. Siladhiel scrambled to her feet, her bow held up, she shot two arrows at it, piercing its thick chest but not killing it. The trolls club came out of nowhere and before Siladhiel knew it she had been thrown up into the air and landed against a wall. Dazed on the ground her side felt wet and has she drew her hand away it was covered in dark blood. She quickly drew herself up, as the troll came toward her. Putting up her arrow she grimaced at the pain but her arrow pierced it right in the eye. Blinded in one eye it stumbled and grunted in pain. She shot another arrow but it was swatted away with the club that was held in the large hands of the troll. Pulling out her sword she tried to stab it but her movements were slowed by the injury she had sustained and she did not even cry out as she stumbled to the ground. The shadow of the club rose in the air and slammed down right where Siladhiel had been lying. Rolling away she held her side, trying to stand, but her legs gave way. She looked at the troll moving towards with fear, no elves around her noticed, as her death came closer. Closing her eyes she tried to heal the wound, so she could at least move, but fear engulfed her so she could not concentrate. Then, through the sounds of battle, she heard her name called. Opening her eyes Siladhiel saw a dark shape move infront of her, piercing the troll with its sword. Hope rising in her chest she took her bow and an arrow, pointing it at the trolls head she released it, the sudden movement causing her to gasp out, but with satisfaction the troll fell at her and her saviors hands. After making sure the troll was dead Elrond quickly went to her. He bent over her, worry in his eyes, as he felt her side. Putting a slight pressure on her wound Siladhiel pulled away with pain.

"I'll heal it now," she murmured quietly. Resting her hand on it she whispered soft rhymes and a smile played across her face as she felt warmth spreading from her ribs to the rest of her body. Her concentration was ripped away though as a scream of an elf in pain was sounded. Sitting up she gasped, Elrond kneeled next to her, as his expert hands felt her wound.

"You will be fine for now," he quickly said and then, after jumping up, he disappeared. Siladhiel fought on, her movement was slower but her wound would be fine for now. Blood spattered into her face but she wiped it away as she stabbed another ogre. Somehow Siladhiel had made her way across the palace without realizing it and as she was fighting she glimpsed Legolas for a moment but then he to, disappeared. What felt like many hours later the ogres seemed to be less then their foes and she relaxed a little bit until she heard cries of fear, and pain? She almost fell down a flight of steps as she pushed past ogres and elves to where the sound had come from. She glimpsed Legolas being pushed into the corner by a large dragon. Stumbling as she ran Siladhiel shot an arrow into the dragon, ducking the swinging tail, she found herself face to face with Legolas.

Siladhiel's POV

"Watch out!" he yelled but it was to late as the dragons head swung out and it took me in its jaws before I was flung through the air, again, yet this time dark magic went into my thoughts and closed everything away. The dragon threw Legolas aside as the Dark Knight turned its steed to face me. My nightmares reawakened inside me as the words that echoed in my mind day and night strengthened, just that this time it was real.

"This is just a taste of what happens when one tries to stop us," the Dark Knight threw it's hand to the side and I felt white, hot pain in my side as his hands slashed through the air. My eye rested on Legolas who was stirring but my lack of attention angered my tormenter and he too watched Legolas and I almost heard his laughter in my head as he took out a chain with a steel club at the end. Swinging it out he hit Legolas in the side and I screamed as the elf collapsed from where he had risen. Again he slashed the air but this time I fought against it. Closing my eyes I concentrated on an imaginary night sky with bright stars calling to me. Elfish words flew out from my mouth as the pain dulled from my sides and I forgot of all the troubles around me. Then opening my eyes I stared at the Knight infront of me. My chanting rose in the air before it ended with a commanding yell. Slowly falling as bright starlight burnt him the Dark Knight cursed at me but I did not hear it. My brown eyes watched as the Knight took out its weapon and swung it at my head and with a scream of pain I hit the ground before everything went black.

Please tell me what you think; I'm kind of changing the plot along the way so sorry if it sucks. :P

-goddess1408