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Elladan usually loved the sound of birds chirping in the mornings, but now it just frustrated him. It was the only sound that they'd heard for the whole duration of their journey, and all he wanted was a sign of the orcs, Elrohir, and Legolas.

"We're getting nowhere," Elladan gloomily pointed out. "I have led us astray. Otherwise, we would have come across them by now."

"Patience, Elladan," Lord Elrond said sternly yet gently. "I have a feeling we are nearly there. I know that it is difficult, but we must wait."

Elladan sighed, knowing his father was right. They just had to wait.

But perhaps half an hour later, it finally happened— they heard the orcs.

Once they got close enough, the twelve elves in the party surrounded the orcs and waited for Elrond's signal. Elladan saw his eyes narrow when they caught sight of Legolas and Elrohir. Legolas was awake and looked a little better than when Elladan has last seen him. A bit more color had come to his face, and he looked more aware. He did look very weary though, and slightly ill. But at least he was conscious now.

Elrohir on the other hand… Elladan has frozen up when he saw him tied to a tree near Legolas. His head was hanging and his body shuttered with every breath. A pained look was on his face, much like the one Legolas wore earlier.

Elladan glowered at the orcs through the trees. No one messes with his twin. No one. The orcs would pay very dearly for this. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them. His fists clenched tightly as Elrond finally gave the signal and the elves attacked, effortlessly weaving their way through the trees of the forest and into the orcs' camp.

Elladan himself didn't hesitate a single second before gripping the hilt of his long sword and driving it into the heart of the nearest orc. It fell down before any cry of warning could be given to the other beasts. The other elves attacked as well, and Elladan watched as orc after orc fell to the ground.

"More of the blasted elves!" an orc yelled, causing others to draw their weapons and now aware, attack back. "Kill then all! We already have our prisoners."

Elladan was thankful for all of his practice against fighting orcs, because it was easy now that they were fighting back. But this time, it wasn't just him, Elrohir and Legolas. He had eleven other elves watching his back, and one of them was his father.

"Elladan!" Elrond shouted over the loud sounds of sword against sword. "Go free Legolas and Elrohir! The orcs are nearly all dead."

Elladan nodded in reply and ran over to the two captives, cutting through any orc that happened to be in his way. Once he reached them, he unsheathed his dagger and used it to cut Legolas free first, since he was already conscious.

"Ell..adan?" Legolas asked, his words still slow but clearer now. He squinted his eyes as if making sure it really was him and not some delusion.

"Aye, it's me Legolas. We've come at last. I apologize for taking so long. Are you alright?"

Legolas smiled. "Do not apologize. You came as fast as you could. And I am well."

Elladan raised an eyebrow that last statement. Legolas cleared his throat. "Er...Better than earlier, that is." He leaned forward as he was cut free, and nearly fell faceforward. Luckily, Elladan caught him just in time and steadied him.

"Here, sit by this tree until I free Elrohir. And warn me if any danger comes near you."

Legolas hummed in reply and allowed Elladan to help him into a sitting position, and watched as he went to go unbound Elrohir now.

"'Ro? 'Ro, can you hear me?" Elladan asked his twin in a voice filled with concern. The only reply he got from the elf, was a groan. Elrohir's head turned, but he didn't lift it or open his eyes. Sighing, Elladan cut the touch rope with his dagger and held Elrohir in his arms as he looked to see how the small battle was going. There was only one orc left, and it was headed towards Legolas. Elladan gripped his sword again and stepped in front of Legolas, defending him. He had no need though, because right after, Elrond crept behind the filthy orc and did the honors of killing it. Its head fell to the ground and rolled a few feet away. Elladan looked at it in disgust then turned to his father, the worry in his eyes very clear.

The other elves were approaching now, and without Elrond even saying anything, they brought his healing supplies over. Elladan laid his twin brother carefully on the ground, and then sat next to Legolas (who looked ready to collapse a second time), wrapping one arm around him while Elrond checked over Elrohir. "Will he be alright Adar?" he asked, frowning at the way Elrohir was breathing. His first guess would be broken ribs, and if he was correct, he just hoped the break wasn't too bad and didn't pierce any vital organs.

"Sídh. Peace my son. I expect that his injury is very painful, but it is not life threatening. He will be fine," Elrond said. He bound Elrohir's ribs and turned to Legolas. He frowned with disapproval at his broken arm. It wasn't set, so he fixed that. Legolas breathed in harshly when he did so, and Elladan had to hold on to him to make sure he didn't pass out from the sudden outburst of pain. But after that was done, they were finally able to make their way back home to Rivendell.

Legolas had just barely awaken, and was now standing aside a window, peering out into the beautiful gardens. It had been a week since the hunting trip-gone-wrong, and he was more glad than ever to be in this beautiful haven of Lord Elrond's. Fore the past few days he had been sentenced to stay in bed and rest, but his concussion had gone away almost fully now and his broken arm was nearly healed. Elrohir was also in a much better condition now, though his ribs still caused him the occasional pain. He had obtained several other injuries, but none of them had been as major. Today just felt like a good day for him. The breeze was light, the birds sang their chiper songs, and the grass was so very green. After being captured by orcs, he was very much glad to be here in the midst of peace, rather than the forests of Mirkwood where danger was always present. He needed this peace.

And he knew Elladan and Elrohir needed it too. They hadn't stopped apologising to Legolas yet, no matter how many times he told him it wasn't their fault. If anything, it was a good experience to prepare him for the dangers of Mirkwood in the future when he joined the patrol. Giant spiders, rabid humans, orcs… There would be many things to look out for. Experiences were what defined a warrior. Whether they let those experiences harm them or help them was up to the individual. And this time, Legolas chose to let it help him. Now that didn't mean that the stress and fear he had felt was entirely gone, but it was getting there. It might take awhile before he could go hunting again without being paranoid, but that was fine. He and the twins were alright now, and that was all that mattered.

Next time though, Legolas knew they would heed any warnings Elrond had to offer.

The End