AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hullo Again :) Time for part 3 of Legolas vs. Silvereth.... X_x I'm PRETTY sure this will be the last of the series, but I'll be writing more, for sure!!! ^_______^ Anyway, this one's a bit longer, because it not only tells of Silvereth and Galadriel, but also gives a small continuations on what happened after Merkulia ran from the Bush at Galadriel's dwelling.. A bit strange, this one is. I mean, who knew Galadriel could battle? Anyway, I'll shut up now, don't want to give the battle away... Bleah X_x Sorry this took so long to write. I was busy this past week and a half... Well, R&R Please! Thanks!

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Merkulia ran with all her might, fighting to keep her legs going, as the Guards drew closer and closer to her. She was scared now; had no idea what to do, where to go, or why she was even running from fellow Elves.

"Young Lady, HALT!" one of the Guards screamed. Slowly, Merkulia slowed to a stop, and fell to the ground, panting heavily and couldn't hide her tears any longer. The Guards stopped beside her, each putting a hand on her shoulder, and bent down to her level.

"You're Merkulia, aren't you?" one of them asked. "Why were you in those bushes?"

Merkulia stammered, trying to tell them. After a moment of calming down, she told them everything- right from the moment her elvin- blades hit his scythe to the very second they stood there.

The Guards looked worried and a bit angry when Merkulia finished.

"You say Silvereth is after Galadriel!??" one of them exclaimed. "We must go!" He then ran off.

The second guard looked at Merkulia. "You did a foolish thing, young elf." he said. Merkulia bowed her head in shame. The Guard continued, "But I thank you for telling us. That in itself was bravery... Now I must go. Return home, young Merkulia."

Merkulia nodded and ran off, and the Guard headed the opposite direction, back to Galadriel's dwelling.

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Silvereth faced Galadriel, an insane grin on his face. Galadriel stood now, realizing who this was...

" Silvereth, son of Yhelrith, dominator of Dominingo, I command thee to leave!" she cried in a stong voice. "Before I slay you with my magic!"

Silvereth leaned against his scythe and slowly clapped his hands. "Well done, Queen Galadriel," he said in a slow, drawling voice, "You know my name..." He stood straight again, and lifted up his scythe. "Enough with the introductions. I'm here to kill you, and only that." With that, he charged at Galadriel, quick as a flash. Galadriel sidestepped the attack, almost boredly.

Silvereth snarled, and faced Galadriel again. She stood before him, now angered, and she seemed to tower over him. Silvereth threw his scythe up into the air, and as it touched back to his fingers, a ring of white flame surrounded the place, preventing any entrances. Galadriel glared, her hands glowed purple, and suddenly great balls of energy shot out of nowhere and barrelled down towards Silvereth. He jumped and ducked, and each one that hit him hit him with so much force that he stumbled backwards, tripping and hitting his head on a stone stair.

Silvereth groaned and stood up, his head bleeding. A snarl flickered across his face as he saw the once- beautiful lair of Galadriel- Fire encircled the place, while various things were knocked about, laying on the ground flaming, or burnt. And there Galadriel stood, as beautiful as ever, but now with a look of vengeance on her face, a look of pure anger.

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The Guards approached the Ring of Fire, and, keeping at a safe distance, peered in. There Galadriel was, and so there was Silvereth- fighting, scythe flying, while Galadriel dodged and retaliated as best as she could.

"GALADRIEL!!!" One of the Guards cried, as she took a heavy blow to the leg. The Guard jumped forward, the others cried, and the Guard flew into the fire... He did not reach the inner dwelling.

The other Guard watched in horror and dismay as the other burned and sizzled, turning to ashes. He could do nothing. All he could do was watch, as the battle tore on, beside the cremated body of his fellow....

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Silvereth cried as Galadriel grabbed his scythe, and, spinning it above her, brought it down with a loud bang to the ground. He stood, shakily, his hip, head, and chest bleeding, and noticed suddenly that Galadriel wasn't in much better condition.

Galadriel stood behind a thick cloud of smoke, and narrowed her eyes, stepping out slowly. She faced Silvereth. Lowering her head, she muttered softly.... "I was hoping.. It wouldn't have to come to this.."

She looked back to Silvereth, and he noticed a tear was running down her cheek. She carefully took a ring off her finger, and cautiously showed it to him.

Silvereth noticed again; Galadriel seemed not to be prepared to block an attack.

NOW! he thought, Get her now!!

And yet his legs did not let him move.

Galadriel continued on. "This.... This is the Ring of Jhechoukah."

And, having said enough, she raised her hand high and sent the ring smashing to the ground.

Silvereth's eyes grew wide, and his legs lost their lead weight. The Ring of Jhechoukah??? The Demon- Slayer... How did she get that??? he thought, as he sprung from his position. As he flew through the air, he saw in slow motion as the Ring fell to the ground, and the second it hit, exploded in a thick cloud of deep, blood red.

Silvereth was engulfed in the smoke. "MY EYES!!" he cried in agony, "I'M BLIND!!"

He fell to the ground, twitching, rubbing his eyes furiously. Welts were beginning to form on his skin, and his prized weapon, the scythe, crinkled to the ground in ashes as if burnt.

Galadriel looked sadly at the scattered remains of the Ring. "It was a very pretty ring," she mused, "I rather liked it.."

She then turned towards Silvereth. "Now, Silvereth, son of Yhelrith, I commanded thee to leave.... And you didn't.... So you have suffered the concequences."

Silvereth looked up at Galadriel with blind eyes. "The.... battle.... is... not.... yet.. finished...."

He stood, gripping air, and screamed. In a flash of blinding, hot white fire, he disappeared.

Galadriel sighed, exhausted, in pain. She glanced once again at the remains of the Ring, as the encircling fire faded, and slowly walked out.

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"Queen Galadriel!!! You're alive!!!"

The Guard, whose name was Mithulinar, came running towards Galadriel, and embraced her in a rather un- elfish like fashion. Galadriel smiled, accepting this, though it was rather hard on her wounds.

"You have slain the evil Silvereth!"

To this, Galadriel frowned. "No," she explained. "I haven't. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that he's escaped. Wounded, and blind, but escaped. The danger is not yet over..."

Mithulinar seemed to ignore this last comment. "Come!" he cried. "We must rejoice! For at least the time being you are safe and free! Let us heal your wounds. And then, we shall feast!"

Galadriel let Mithulinar lead her along, and she decided to relax, and not to worry... At least for the time.

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Silvereth appeared at his Father's throne. He fell before him in a bow, and looked up at Yhelrith with his blind eyes.

"Ah, son," Yhelrith said, standing. "How was your journey? How did you kill Galadriel?"

Silvereth lowered his head. "I... didn't."

Yhelrith's eyes widened, and he seemed no longer happy to see his son.

"YOU FAILED???" he cried. "I thought I had trust in you, Silvereth..." Yhelrith drew his flaming whip, and slapped it hard across the silde of Silvereth's face. He winced, but didn't dare cry out, for fear of another, harsher punishment.

"Father, I--"

"No excuses!" snapped Yhelrith. Then, calming down, said, "Never mind. We shall deal with Galadriel later. I am dissapointed in you, yes son. But go rest. We shall talk tomorrow.."

With this, Yhelrith turned on his heel and stalked off, and Silvereth stood and walked to his room, blindly feeling the wall with his hand to guide him.

"Curse you.." he said. "Curse you, Father... curse you, Galadriel..."

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THE END..... Perhaps....