Eomer Speaks-

               Haldir was far ahead of me for there was no competition of who could run faster. When I finally caught up to him he was kneeling down next to a clearing with in the grove. "Legolas…" He breathed, "He was hurt…"

               I looked down to see the elven blood glittering about the ground. A strand of his hair lay upon the ground, glistening in the moonlight. "Where now?"

               "This way." Haldir muttered as he sprinted ahead. I caught him as he nearly stumbled on the rock and he looked up in his embarrassment. He quickly straightened as I let go of his waist.

               "What if…" Haldir paused as he looked down, "You don't think they would do that to him… do you?" I looked to into his eyes but I could not answer him. I knew how cruel these men were… and I knew that he did too.

               "This is all my fault… if he did not try and save me…" Haldir sighed as he ran his fingers through his sheet of shimmering hair in frustration.

               "Don't blame yourself…" I whispered as I set a hand upon his shoulder, the important thing is that we find him. Haldir nodded as he continued to walk ahead. I followed him for a while until we left the forest once more.

               "They already took him…" Haldir breathed softly, "Back to the dungeons I bet… come on."

               "Perhaps I should go alone…"

               "You will need help," My beloved's eyes flashed for a moment before his expression softened, "I know I am not much, but I am all you can count on right now." I frowned as I noted the hurt in his voice and kissed him softly upon his brow. He leaned against me, laying his head upon my breast.

               "I only worry about your safety…" I assured him but he shook his head.

               "I know… I'm just…Forget it, let's go; we have little time to waste." He did not continue and only walked ahead. I did not mean to offend him; yet I knew that he was just worried.

Legolas Speaks-

               I struggled to pull free as the man bound my wrists once more. I kicked him hard in the ribs and tried to stand up but I was shoved to the ground by another who had caught up with us. I looked up with hatred in my eyes as I pulled away once more. A hand reached over and pressed a cloth to my mouth as the world began to grow dim.

               When I opened my eyes once more, I realized that a man was carrying me down a dark and clouded hall. I realized that this was not the dungeon in a heartbeat. The man was taking me elsewhere. But where, I did not know. Horror struck through me as I realized what was about to happen. I looked up at the muscular figure…and he stared at me with a gleam in his eager eyes.

               By Elbereth, this was not going to happen again. I would rather die. I closed my eyes and pretended to be drugged unconscious. I could feel him laying me on the cold bare ground as a hand came to untie my limbs. I waited patiently till the ropes slipped to the ground and then I shoved him hard and by surprise he fell.

               I ran again, as fast as I could manage with blood still trickling down my leg. I could not gain much speed as my pain began to surge in my body. He was catching up to me; I could feel it. The strong arms came out for me once more and tried to force me against the wall but I was able to break free this time.

               I did not know how long I could fight him. But he did not give up as I was knocked hard in the ribs and nearly fell. "You are mine… elf…"He said as he a hand slipped toward my neck. I elbowed him again but he was now choking me and I could not fight the gasps much longer…

Haldir Speaks-

               I sighed softly as I looked back; I had not meant to be so harsh towards Eomer. It frustrated me that he did not think I could do anything. I was not a pathetic piece of property he had to defend. Yet I knew it was only out of love that he worried about me, and I understood.

               All I had ever wanted was to share a life with him, but everything had always become so complicated, maybe after all this, we can be together. Eomer would be freed from his oath once the King has died. For I know that Aragorn would release him from his vow. Perhaps we will be together, without having to hide. Yet I did not know whether he would be willing to seek the havens with me, but I did know that I would follow him wherever he was to go.

               Finding Legolas is the most important thing now. I should have the rest of my immortal life to daydream. We approached the castle and tore through the halls. Most of the palace was getting ready for the King's departure that almost none remained to guard the dungeons. For that I was grateful.

               "Haldir wait…" He said suddenly.

               "What is it?"

               "I know these men… if they have the opportunity they would not just lock up the elven prisoner…"

               "What are you saying?" I whispered although I already understood. I just did not wish to picture the thought in my mind. Eomer looked to me and nodded. My gaze quickly drifted as a tear whelmed in my eyes from panic. 'Stop it,' I told myself, 'I cannot cry in front of him…I don't cry…'

               "We will find him." My lover whispered as he stroked my cheek gently. I nodded to show that I believed him.

Aragorn Speaks-

               I tried to look back towards Glorfindel while wielding a sword to keep off the guards. Everything had happened so fast, but by now I was just thankful that most of the battalion had left already. There were only a number of guards around, the king, and the king's own swordsman who was easily the most skilled warrior I had seen in a very long time.

               I could tell that Glorfindel was having a difficult time holding back the advancing swordsman so I had to hurry. I was worried sick about Legolas for I knew that he would badly tortured if not… no, I could not think about that now. Besides, Eomer and Haldir are searching for him, it would be all right.

               I was now face to face with my so-called brother. This fact I still had not accepted. He gazed at me with hatred and anger it was not long before he lashed out.

               "Elf lover…" He hissed as he brandished his sword at me. As I remembered him trying to hold down my gorgeous elf and rape him my own rage exploded. Legolas's tears the night that I brought him to my room; only the second time, in any world, that I have seen him cry.

               I charged on, backing him into a corner. My rage seemed to lend me strength that I did not believe I had. I would slay this man before the end, and until I can raise my sword gleaming with his blood upon it, I will not rest. He looked at me as our swords clashed.

               "So this is as you reveal yourself, a backstabber… and you my own brother…"

               "I am not your brother…" I spoke truthfully and without a shred of reluctance, "And you do not deserve to know these creatures you have so wronged…"

               Glorfindel's eyes were now upon us and as he relaxed for a moment, his foe took the time and struck the elf hard, knocking the wind out of him.

               A sudden cry came from behind us as I tilted the sword towards the man's neck. I turned around in horror to see that the golden haired elf was badly wounded by a blow. Blood dripped down his side where he was holding and a knife was quickly brought to his throat by his foe.

               "Drop the blade…" I commanded in my anger.

               "I serve only the king," The warrior said coldly.

               "I am the king…"

               "You are not, and a traitor you have revealed yourself to be… back away from my lord, or the elf dies…"

               Glorfindel's eyes flashed with anger but I could tell that he was still resolute, "Kill him, Estel."

               "No…" I said as I looked to the elven lord who had fought valiantly beside me. I knew that I was also no match for the swordsman. He would not kneel to me, I knew. For the warriors were taught to follow only the one king.

               "Do it!" Glorfindel snapped as I hesitated, looking at him with pleading eyes. The elven lord was wincing in pain but I knew that he wouldn't turn back now. A hand pressed to his wound as his eyes darted to me… I knew what he wanted me to do. But I could not let him just perish…

               My eyes turned to the fallen man that knelt before me…

Eomer Speaks-

               I easily slew the man that was holding down Legolas but as my eyes fell onto the elf I could not help but wince. He looked terrible, and he had obviously been struggling with all his strength. His clothes were torn to pieces and his sapphire eyes were empty, lost of thought. A few tear trails were down his pale cheeks and his hair was a mess over his face. I lifted him into my arms while Haldir hid the body of the man. I knew my beloved could not bear seeing his friend in such a state. I brushed a few strands of golden hair from the flushed and pain filled face.

               "… Legolas…" Haldir said softly as he looked towards the limp body in my arms, "… He could have died…." He said this as the unconscious elf's breast still rose and fell, although just barely. I knew that he not only felt the pain of his friend but his own pain… having gone through the same thing.

               "Aragorn…" Legolas stirred slightly in my arms, as I lifted him.

               "You will see him soon…" Haldir whispered as he grasped the elf's hand firmly.

               "I have… I have to see him…now.." The beautiful elf's eyes were dimming, I could see and his grief was beginning to take over, "I…"

               "Legolas… be strong…" I was whispering softly to him, but he was shaking his head as a tear slipped from his eyes.

               "… I have to see him… is… is he all right?"

               "He is fine…" I assured him. Legolas looked away as pain stirred in his eyes, blood poured from his mouth as he tilted his blond head towards the ground.

               "Legolas…" Haldir gasped as he grasped the elf's hand.

               "… I can't…" Legolas breathed softly, trying to keep his eyes in focus.

               Damn, I felt horrible. I knew that this was not the first time Legolas has been assaulted like this, and it had nearly broken him last time. He had never fully recovered; I did not want to imagine what it could do to him this time…