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Now, enough talking nonsense and let's get back to the story. Carry on everyone!
The door was about to be splintered open by the heavy thumps from outside. The trapped elves stared at it anxiously, standing at ready. Keldarion and the Rivendell twins crouched down beside Legolas. Elrohir looked down at his friend's face worriedly. "He looked terrible."
Elladan grasped Legolas's shoulder warmly, even knowing that the Mirkwood prince was unconscious to feel it. "Stay with us, my friend. Do not give in."
Keldarion and Thranduil took turn kissing Legolas's golden head; the king took longer time to inhale his son's wonderful scent. "May the Valar protect you, my son." Laying Legolas down to the floor, they stood up and faced the breaking door. Instead of ors, it was the Garmadris elves that crashed through the door into the gallery. The zombies.
The elves looked at their enemy in uncertainty. "Father, do we kill them? They're of our kind!" Elrohir voiced out his dilemma. "They're no longer elves. Finish them! They are already dead anyway," Elrond replied, holding up his sword and ready for attack.
So, another round of fight began. Bearing swords and scimitars of their own, the Garmadris elves attacked them with deadly intent in their red eyes. The small number of Mirkwood and Rivendell elves fight desperately for their lives, swinging and brandishing their weapons with all might, using their skill to the limit. It was a fight between elves and elves, so the skill was not vastly different. It was a beautiful but tragic sight. Never before had elves make war against one another. Even though the Garmadris elves were not themselves and their soul already lost, it didn't improve the situation any better. Even Elrond hesitated before he beheaded a zombie confronting him.
Keldarion was yelling in outrage. Still favoring his wounded shoulder, he blocked the blows of the attacking zombies. Then he felt himself stumbled and got knocked down from a blow to his head. He lay dazed on the ground, the world spinning around him. Through his blurry vision, he saw Arulin came forward through the battle, all the while watching the weakening Mirwood's and Rivendell's defense with a sneer on her face.
Keldarion looked up when a sword fell down straight for his head. Too dizzy to move, he stared at it in mounting terror. The sword stopped its descent at the last minute, blocked by another sword; his father's.
Thranduil flicked his wrist, swung his sword in an arc, and cut through the zombie's neck. The zombie fell to the floor. But to his extreme bewilderment, the zombie's head moved and reattached to its severed neck, before it got back to its feet and start swinging its weapon once more. He found out then that the other zombies that had been hit were also still standing strong; even though he was sure he'd given them fatal blows. He doubted that this was a fight they were going to come out alive.
Then a miracle of all miracles happened. A horn blew from out of nowhere, signaling the arrival of a battalion of elves warriors. Elrond looked up, hope reflected in his face. "The horn of Lothlorien!"
Arulin halted, then cried out in outrage. "No!!!" She stared in horror as Lothlorien warriors burst through every door and window, releasing a storm of arrows with deadly precision. Mithrandir, famously known as Gandalf the Grey, also appeared beside Haldir, the Captain of Lothlorien. Gandalf saw the state the zombies were in and he fixed his eyes at Arulin.
"Gandalf." Arulin said through gritted teeth.
"Arulin." Holding his staff, Gandalf advanced towards her. "So, we meet again, my lady, only under different circumstances."
"Yes, I was only a child then 4,000 years ago. Too weak to retaliate."
"Now you came for revenge."
"I came for what's rightfully mine!"
"Mirkwood was never yours. It was not your father's either."
"Only I can say differently!" Then she started to chant in the dark tongue of Mordor, initiating a frenzy of evil power over the Garmadris elves. The zombies moved more energetically than ever, as if they had received a new kind of stamina.
Gandalf hold up his staff and voiced his own chants, staring hard at Arulin all the while. Suddenly, Arulin screamed in pain and terror. Her body lifted and flew off across the gallery, and landed hard on the floor. Then the zombies ceased to move, before they all fell down and crumbled in a heap of ashes. The Lothlorien warriors had already defeated the orcs outside.
Unfortunately though, Arulin landed near Legolas. Hastily, she grabbed the nearest fallen blade and scrambled to the prince's side. Grabbing his hair in her fist, she jerked him up, putting the blade at Legoals's vulnerable throat.
"No!" Thranduil and Keldarion shouted and rushed near, but Elrond held them off. Mithrandir walked forward. "Release him, Arulin. You've lost."
"Never! I'll never surrender! Don't anyone of you come near or I'll cut his throat!" Arulin shouted back. Legolas was conscious now, staring back at the others calmly, the blanket had fallen down from his shoulders and pooled around his hips. He stared hard at Keldarion, trying to send a message, glancing at the sword that his brother was holding, then up to his brother's eyes again.
Keldarion flinched. He understood what Legolas was trying to tell him. No…He mouthed. But Legolas was nodding slightly, very stubborn and adamant. Keldarion had no choice but to be ready at whatever trick his brother would pull.
Arulin was still screaming in rage when Legolas made his move. He whipped his head aside, twisting his body away from Arulin's grasp. Keldarion used the sudden opening and threw his sword with all his might at Arulin's heart. The knock threw her against the wall, the sword came through her body and pinned her there. She choked and went into spasm for several seconds before the life went out of her. She was left stuck there, her eyes and mouth wide opened.
But her condition was the farthest thing from the elves' mind. They all rushed towards Legolas who was lying still on the floor, his throat slashed open and his blood poured freely. "No! Legolas, you stupid fool! That was not your brightest idea! Hang on, damn it! Just hang on!" Keldarion cried out, holding his hand over his brother's bleeding neck. Thranduil was crying helplessly, brushing his son's hair in sorrow.
Elrond crouched down and checked Legolas's vitals. "He's still with us, but he's fading fast." He looked around impatiently. "I need a place to work on him!"
"Upstairs. His chamber is still intact," Elladan suggested. Elrond gathered Legolas into his arms and rushed away, followed by the other worried elves. Gandalf followed not far behind. Haldir stayed downstairs to instruct the process of ridding off the orcs bodies and setting the palace to order.
TBC…
P/s : Only one more chapter to go, my friends!!!!!!