Time jump was really only a few months. Just long enough for the cavalry to arrive. Enjoy!

She looked at the sword. It was black and silver and gold. Over the past few months, the Light Queen had begun to grow stronger. No matter how much she tortured the two, nearly killed them in cold blood, the Light Queen would fight back. She had enough strength now that everyone had noticed her eyes, how one was Light and the other was Dark. Morgoth now never left her side, especially when she was dealing with Glorfindel and his daughter. But they would die soon. The army from Rivendell was camped outside the mountains, Elrohir at their head with Carolani at his side, leading what remains of her army. The army from Lothlórien was also present, though it was hard to say who was leading them. But it was official, the final battle had come to them. Maybe once they were finally dead, she would be able to take full control and keep the Light Queen at bay.

"I should be out on the battlefield with our son." She said without looking at her husband.

"And risk the Light Queen killing you. I do not forget what she did when you killed the king." He touched her cheek lightly, tracing the scar that was on her face. She jerked her face away from him.

"I'll be fine." She snapped. She knew she should apologize, but she didn't care at the moment. She was irritable about the fact that she could not control that which was inside of her. Her elemental guardians had been absent the past few months. Where they had gone, Feywen didn't know. She would have to do without them for the time being. She still had control over their power anyway. That would be enough to help her.

The Dark Queen sheathed her blade and began pacing, waiting to hear the war horn that signaled the beginning of the battle.

"I am not so easy to silence." The Light Queen said suddenly and the Dark Queen's scowl deepened. "You will find that the people of Eru are not easily dissuaded from their goal."

"Are the prisoners secured, Majesty?" The Dark Queen asked suddenly.

"I was told that they were able to escape and did so this morning. Their guards have been dealt with."

"No matter." The Dark Queen said. "Send for Elrond. They will be coming into the castle soon enough. They want me and to kill you. There will be three of them. They don't think that I noticed, but Glorfindel and his daughter had rings of power. They belong to Gandalf and Galadriel. It is not a stretch to believe that Elrond sent his to his son."

"You need not fear their power."

"I don't. Send for Elrond and I will await you both in the throne room."

Glorfindel supported his daughter as they staggered into camp. Healers immediately surrounded them and began tending to them. They had been tortured to the point of near death by the Dark Queen. But they had endured it for Feywen. Father and daughter were able to see the woman they loved through the darkness. That had given them the strength they needed to endure the torture. To Glorfindel, it seemed that Gilraen had endured the worst of it. It meant that she had fought back. But she was safe now. At least he hoped she was. They needed her to be. Gandalf was in no shape to help them. Carolani had found him in the darkest dungeon in the castle before she had found the father and daughter pair and got them out. The wizard was with the healers now. Elrohir was with him. The wizard was pale and Glorfindel knew that he had been in the dungeons since he had gone to save Feywen before she had turned.

Hours later, once Gilraen was asleep, Elrohir appeared in the tent and found Glorfindel still awake and watching over his daughter.

"That didn't go as planned." Elrohir said, taking stock of the wounds inflicted by Feywen, his best friend.

"They had to have been watching us." Glorfindel whispered. "We were captured while still in Angmar and brought to Mordor. Legolas is dead."

"We figured since Carolani couldn't find him."

"His head is on a pillar on the way into the castle." Glorfindel answered. "Her children didn't come, did they?"

"No. Their daughters stayed to care for their brother in case Carolani did not return to them. They did not want their brother to have no one. They are prepared to flee to Valinor should the battle go badly for us. All who was left behind is prepared to flee. How is she?"

"Fighting back. There are two of them within one body and both are fighting for complete control. My wife is there. But so is the wife of Morgoth and she is the one in control now."

"If they are not bound too closely to each other, we should be able to destroy Morgoth's queen without killing Feywen. What of her control over the elements? I know that Elrond did not have it and the reason is obvious now."

"She retains control. How, I am not sure. But she still has the power over them. But they have left and have not returned to her. I don't know what they are doing or if they have planned anything. The battle being waged in the woman's body may be affecting them as well." Glorfindel sighed. "I have to fight my own wife once again. I may have to kill her. I don't know if I can do that. The last time I fought her, I got her back because she faced the rising sun and that filtered through the Arkenstone."

"That's it!" Elrohir almost shouted. "We need to surround her with Light."

"What are you talking about, Elrohir?"

"How we get Fey back. She came back after Helm's Deep because the new dawn hit the Arkenstone and filtered into her. If we can harness the Light within the Rings and surround her with it and our love, maybe that will give her enough strength to fight off the Dark Queen and come back to us. It should work the same way that it did with the dawn, only stronger." Elrohir looked at Gilraen. "We should have a few days before the actual fighting begins. That should give you two time to heal and gain enough strength to fight again. Maybe this will help her. I'm sure it has her mother's spirit within it." Elrohir placed the Arkenstone upon Gilraen's head and left the two alone. Glorfindel looked at his daughter one last time before going to his cot and falling asleep. He needed his rest before anything could happen when it came to saving his wife. He didn't know how exactly, but he would save her.

She watched herself pace back and forth, waiting for the battle to start. The Dark Queen was growing impatient with the waiting. Morgoth had gone to attempt to negotiate with the Elven forces outside the walls. He reported that it was what remained of Mirkwood and Lórien and the full might of Rivendell. They had a chance of victory. It was slim when the numbers were compared to those of the Dark Queen and Morgoth, but it was still a chance. They had won against greater odds before.

The Light Queen knew that this was all her fault. She had broken at the sight of seeing her son turned and that had allowed the Dark Queen the chance she needed to take control. The two had fought of course, but in the end, the Dark Queen had prevailed and had taken the shields placed long ago. If the Light Queen had been able to steel herself against the loss of her son, she knew that none of this would have happened. She would have been able to fight back and prevent Morgoth from returning. It was high time she leave Middle Earth and she would, once Morgoth was once again banished from this world and unable to return.

Her thoughts turned toward herself and how this had all started. It had started when she had been returned to Middle Earth. The Dark Queen had been with her since then, had come back with her. It was hard for the Light Queen to believe that Eru had overlooked such a significant darkness. The Dark Queen was of Morgoth himself, bound to him through a dark marriage. But the Dark Queen had lain dormant for so long that maybe she had been overlooked. Somehow, the Light Queen knew that she could no longer live without the other. Perhaps Morgoth had torn her soul in two when he had stripped her mother's mortal blood from her. Perhaps Eru had known that and knowingly sent the two of them back. Perhaps there had been the hope that the Light Queen would be able to hold back the darkness within her. It had been an impossible hope, but something that all had hoped for. Had she known, maybe she would have heeded Gandalf's advice and stayed with him. Or perhaps she would have stayed in Lórien when she changed beneath the trees, when she was near the Dark Elves. The thought made her feel like a failure. She was supposed to have contained a piece of Morgoth within herself and she couldn't do that and now her children were paying the price of her sins.

"My Lady," a voice disturbed the Dark Queen. The Light Queen looked out of her own eyes and saw a Dark Elf kneeling before her feet.

"What is it?" The Dark Queen said.

"His Majesty wishes your presence in the throne room so you may await your guests."

"I take it the fighting has begun."

"It has, Majesty."

"Very well. I come"

"Now we will see how strong your family truly is." The Dark Queen hissed to her counterpart as she grabbed her blade and exited her room. The Light Queen said nothing, knowing her family stronger than any before them. She vowed that she would do what she could to protect them, even if that meant dying and taking the last of Morgoth's darkness with her.

The fighting begins next chapter. Thanks for reading and please review.