A/N: I just want to quickly thank all of you who have reviewed! It always makes me happy to read them and know that people are enjoying my story :) You guys are awesome!! This chapter will be in Elladan's POV, but we'll get back to Legolas and Elrohir next time ;)

Now, without further ado, enjoy some more elf suffering (hehe…)!

Elladan wasn't sure how long he had been running. All he could think of was the fact that he had just left his twin and young friend all alone and to the mercy of orcs. Ai Elbereth, what was he thinking!?!

He knew Imladris couldn't be too far away. He, Elrohir, and Legolas hadn't strayed too far away. Yet it seemed as though this run back had been going on for eternity. The wound on his leg caused by an orc arrow from earlier was currently sending sharp signals of pain up his leg. He had to grit his teeth together to keep from crying out. It wasn't a very bad wound, not like Legolas', but it still did hurt a lot more than he would have liked. And the gash on his arm hurt too (though not nearly as bad).

Stop this, he told himself. Legolas is suffering much more than you. You can handle this.

It was true. He had endured worse before, and besides, his injuries were very minor compared to that of the prince of Mirkwood.

It didn't make it any easier to run though.

Elladan was becoming a little lightheaded now, from all the running. Judging by the way the sky was very faintly lighting up again, it had been at least been an hour or two. How he was still able to run, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was adrenaline or the fact that his brother and dear friend would surely perish at the hands or orcs if he didn't reach Rivendell soon. And elves did have that very handy strong endurance of theirs. They could last much longer than humans while running. This was certainly pushing limits though.

Elladan was seriously considering to take a short rest right now. He couldn't go much further. He was becoming a little dizzy, and he was breathing dangerously heavy. He stumbled as he ran.

No, he thought to himself. I must keep going. For their sakes.

But try as he might, Elladan knew that pushing himself further would only hinder his rescue attempt. If he went too far as to push himself into unconsciousness, he would help no one. He forced himself to come to a stop, and held onto a tree branch for support. He was gasping for air, taking it greedily in. He needed to breath. He needed to calm down and catch his breath so he could continue. Both his arm and leg were protesting going any further, but he ignored them. He could worry about that after Elrohir and Legolas were brought safely back.

Elladan didn't rest for more than five minutes before getting back up and carrying on once more. He hoped desperately that Rivendell was close. His legs had barely any strength left to keep running, and his lungs were killing him. But because of his stubbornness, he was able to press forward nonetheless.

Luckily enough for him, elves were much quicker than humans or any other mortals on foot. They could run great distances in even a short amount of time. So a couple of hours before the sun had even risen, and not too long after he had taken the break, Elladan finally saw the gates of Rivendell come into view. He could see the graceful beauty of it from here. His home, now so close. Help was close. He could get his father and a small group of soldiers prepared, and hopefully before noon came, have Elrohir and Legolas in their grasps. And the orcs...All of them would be slain. Elladan would personally make sure that none of them escaped alive. Not what after they had done to Legolas, and even Elrohir and himself.

And his mother.

So without any hesitation, but slightly hindered by his very low energy levels, Elladan approached the gates of his home. Two surprised guards looked at him, and before they could speak, Elladan took two deep breaths and spoke frantically before staggering to the ground in an unconscious heap.

"H-help."