Disclaimer: Me not owning Lord of Rings yes?? Yes.

A/N: I have finally found out how to format my files, thanks once again to the AMAZING Kat. This is a pretty cool chapter coz I really love writing battle scenes. Please review. Don't hurt me for hurting Legolas though!!

The Icenne Lands were a good three days from Érinan Lethainne across vast woods and heath land. The Army travelled as quickly as it could. Its numbers did not affect the silence that enveloped it and the air of determination that flowed between the soldiers as they marched onwards. Legolas pushed his men hard and they completed the journey just as dawn broke on the third day. A mist twirled around the elven forces as they waited in the woodland that surrounded the ugly stone castle, it drifted between the trees and created droplets of water that clung to the horses coats and manes.

Memories flashed in Kĩyara's mind. Another battle, another land. The mist shielding the evil she had to face. The feeling was so similar that the fear began to course through her veins and take over her mind. She could feel herself slipping in to the past losing the sense of reality. A voice whispered once again in her head…

Let me guide you. Let me show you the power. You have destroyed my body forever but you cannot kill me there has to be a balance. If your embodiment exists so must I. I will be in the world forever. I will always find people who crave what I can give them, I hold so many. Just join me Kĩyara and you will have that power too. There will be no good or evil just us.

Kĩyara's hands slipped on the reins. Caradien flicked his head irritably. The sudden movement caught Legolas' attention and he turned his head. Kĩyara was leant forward and her eyes were closed. He touched her shoulder and she jerked her head to look at him.

"Are you alright?"

"What? Yes. I'm fine."

He frowned at her but turned back to Toberiath.

"We will spread out. Their castle is in the worst place possible for them. The trees will shield us until the time is right. We have the high ground as well. I cannot believe they built it in a hollow surrounded by trees!"

Toberiath acknowledged his Lord and rode away. Legolas turned back to the mist that obscured the land; even his elven eyes could not pierce its infinite depths.

Kĩyara chewed her lip. She had heard his voice in her head again. She could fight it but when her mind was elsewhere he found it easy to read her thoughts and put himself in her head. However the thoughts were pushed from her mind as she glanced at Legolas. His right forearm was clad in a light blue material.

"Legolas! Your brace!"

Legolas looked down at his arm and grimaced.

"I'll have to do without. I can't believe I forgot that of all things."

Kĩyara's eyes flashed dangerously at him.

"You can't use your bow, it'll break your arm without a brace you know that!"

Legolas nodded reluctantly.

"Here take this."

Kĩyara held out a sword for him. He shook his head.

"I'll go on foot and use my knives."

"No you won't. Please Legolas, it's safer on horseback."

Legolas dismounted from Hénduil and looked at his wife. She stared sullenly back at him.

A guard on the castle walls caught the sound of a horse neighing on the wind. The stamp of hooves and the chink of armour lanced into his sleepy mind. Automatically he reached for the horn on his belt. One sharp blast alerted the dozing inhabitants of the castle. Before the horn had left his lips an arrow materialised out of the mist in front of him and thudded to a stop in his chest. Slowly he toppled over the wall and landed with a dull thud.

"Now Kĩyara!"

Kĩyara raised her voice to a crystal clear note that sliced through air and landed in the heart of all the elves. It flew through the air like a soaring eagle, it spread through the land like the fingers of spring, and it was as simple as the breeze and as complex as life. Slowly the mist thinned into a haze that hugged the ground. As the last syllables disappeared Legolas reached up for her hand and she squeezed it. He had a question he had had to ask because even now he didn't understand.

"How do you do that?"

Kĩyara smiled at him.

"I don't know. I can just feel this knowledge this overwhelming sense of belonging. I learnt to channel it. I just want you to know now that at the end of this I could be out cold for three days because at the moment I'm putting everything I have into protecting Celen. It's easier at this distance yet still hard enough to tire me."

Legolas half smiled at her. Ten years ago she wouldn't have said that, she'd have suffered in silence.

Lord Macsen looked around for Kai. His friend was nowhere to be found, the bugle call had gone up but no enemy could be seen through the mist. Lord Macsen looked at the men packed along the walls and in the courtyard. He would lead them into battle himself then. He rode out into the fog on his black charger with his few loyal commanders. The mist swallowed them but even as they halted it began to thin until it was covering nothing more than the floor. Lord Macsen looked around there was no one there. His cavalry and infantry looked bemused. They could hear the sounds of a thousand men and countless beasts but they could see nothing. As the rising sun peaked over the top of a tree the glint of armour blinded the watching mortals. When they regained their vision elves had emerged along the line of trees. Two hundred and ninety nine bows were held taught and their deadly arrows aimed at Lord Macsen's heart. The heavenly glow of the elven race spilled across the dawn landscape and the presence put doubt into human minds. Now Lord Macsen was confronted with a devastated mother who was riding towards him. Things weren't so clear as Kai had made out.

Kĩyara stopped ten metres from her focus of enmity.

"Give him back."

Nervously Lord Macsen shook his head, his resolve barely holding under her gaze.

"Savenda."

Kĩyara's face remained impassive as the shooting arrows whipped her hair in their wake. Every one of them found a home.

Kĩyara's sword arced down. The screams made her hand waver for only a moment. This wasn't like killing orcs or people you knew were evil. In that moment though a man had the chance to get his blow past Kĩyara's dancing sword. If it hadn't been for Caradien rearing up at that exact moment the cold steel would have slit her stomach in two. New momentum found she ploughed on. The emotions of the past weeks filling her mind and then travelling down her arm and into the sword. She held Caradien's reins in one hand and fought with the other. The picture of her youngest son held in her mind.

Legolas chanced a look up and saw Caradien rear sky wards. He wouldn't like to be stood next to that horse when it did that. He was an immense column of gold and pure muscle; the rider atop him was no less fearsome in her state of driven sorrow. Gradually Legolas fell back through the warring crowds and retreated up the hill. They could fight for hours and gain nothing he needed to think. After the initial surprise of the attack Lord Macsen had regrouped quickly and was pursuing the elves with a new vigour. Legolas' sharp eyes scanned the battle while his hands wiped his bloody blades on the grass. When he had once again located Kĩyara he went back to the heart of the battle, his bow strapped to his back, useless. No plan had come to him.

Kĩyara brought her sword down and stopped just in time. She gave her husband a horrified look. He grinned.

"Nearly!" He shouted above the tumult.

Kĩyara would have answered but at that moment the sound of drums beating rolled out across the body-strewn battlefield. The rhythmic dum dum dum silenced every man and elf. They turned as though hypnotised towards the cold stonewalls of the castle. Once every being was still heads turned towards the highest tower. Kai spoke, a wicked smile on his face.

"You fools. We hold the power here not you with your divine ways and honeyed words."

He held a struggling Celen up by his collar.

"Be still little elf, I want your mother to see every second of your death, every drop of your precious blood that hits the floor." Kai drew a silvery blade and pressed it against Celen's throat, he was still. Even from this distance both Kĩyara and Legolas could see the fear in Celen's eyes and his bottom lip trembling. Kai began to speak again but Legolas turned to Kĩyara.

"I thought you were protecting him!"

Kĩyara gaped in disbelief staring at Kai. In a barely audible whisper she said

"It's him. Kai d'Ceever."

"What?"

"I can do nothing. I can't face him again. He is in Kai, he said that he would always be here. He is tormenting me."

Legolas looked imploringly at his wife. He didn't understand a word she was saying. He reached up for her hand and squeezed it.

"Kĩyara you need to use your power! Now!"

"I can't! Legolas it's him, Sauron! In Kai! Don't you see?"

Legolas didn't. There was only one thing left. He pulled his bow from his back and fitted an arrow. He could feel the tension spread up his arm as he pulled the string back to its limit. He steadied himself taking careful aim. The pain in his forearm was blinding him but he held the bow still. He held the point above Kai's heart and with a twang he let the string slip from his fingers. The sound made Kĩyara's head jerk around, the noise of the bow being released was followed instantaneously by the loud snap of bone. Legolas' face paled and he let the bow slip from his hands. Kĩyara looked around in time to see Kai throw the dagger he was holding before crumpling to the ground, arrow in his chest, Celen nowhere in sight. Kĩyara watched the daggers path with horror; she watched it right up to the moment it thudded into Legolas' shoulder.

She flung herself from Caradien with a cry of despair kneeling in the churned up ground next to her fallen love. Throwing her head back she cried to the morning sky and cursed the evil that tormented her so. Gently she a put a hand to his still warm cheek.

Husband and Son. Brother and father.