Hatred and Revenge

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers:

Emerald Queen: sorry, but your review came to late so I couldn't answer in part 19. Thanks, but I think you've got all your answers in the last chapter.

X Moonchik: I know that I not mentioned it... it seems as if you just found a cliffy...

Dan: I know but I can't force my mind to come up with ideas so you just have to be patient and wait for the next short chapter... sorry.

Shea: Thanks!!! I like when people say such things...

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Luthien Tinuviel: Thanks!!! But I fear you are right. I have noticed that for my self and I too don't like it, but everything has somewhere an end. But anyway this won't be my last story and it's not over yet and you never know what is coming next into my mind.

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Jolly: It does not help me if you say that I have faults I know that I make faults but I don't see them. Would you like to be my beta reader for the chapter? I would be glad if you could do that.

Kallie Ann Lima: Thanks and I will look over it when I have time.

Aragorn-is-the-coolest: Cliffies aren't stupid... I love them...

Ananya: Ok no problem. Thanks!

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Part 20

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Glorfindel turned around; full of adrenalin and his dagger ready to cut off the next head. He blocked the black sword from Sigilaeg and spun around to tear his dagger into the line of Toledangs. It was a quick fight, elf against elf.

Sigilaeg knew how Glorfindel fought. Deep in his mind there were still faint memories from their life side by side as friends. "You know me don't you?" Sigilaeg was slightly irritated that the blond elf asked him such a question, fighting between the two dark elves for his life. Sigilaeg has learned how to make an advantage out of such a situation and started to play. "Yes I still know you my friend. How should I forget how we laughed and cried together through centuries?" Glorfindel had his two daggers in his hands, blocking the elves blows.

Toledang started to walk behind him, still lashing out at him. Glorfindel had problems to fight in both direction but he knew if he let his guard down, he would die.

"How is it possible that someone turns from such a fair being to the cruel creature you are now? How is it possible that you are hurting someone else just because of fun?" Glorfindel had to duck himself to avoid the sharp blade from the black sword. Glorfindel shot an idea in his mind. He tried to bring them nearer to him.

Sigilaeg made a step forward when the other elf stepped back but he saw Glorfindels next step coming and before the tip of his black sword could slit Toledangs throat, he stopped it suddenly, bringing it down.

Glorfindel cursed himself. When he came up again from his bent position the sword scraped along his chest. His plan didn't function, he wanted them to kill themselves but his former friend had seen it.

"Think about it! I was captured in the battle at the mount doom. They didn't kill me. Two elves from the time where Morgoth ruled over Angband formed me into something evil. I have still memories about the time before but the elf you know is dead, he died in the long time I was their prisoner."

Glorfindel was irritated. He tried not to let his speed slow down but he failed. He blocked Sigilaegs sword but was too slow to get with his other dagger in the line of Toledang. The sharp blade left a deep burning cut in his upper arm.

Glorfindel flinched and his right hand shot up to the wound. Before the elf could land another blow, Glorfindel spun around and kicked against Toledangs hand. The dagger flew away.

Toledang ignored the sharp pain in his hand, bending down to reach a short sword of an orc. Glorfindel turned around, away from him, to block Sigilaegs fast blows. The blond elf did not seem to pay attention to him.

Sigilaeg tried to distract Glorfindel from Toledang and speeded up his movements. Glorfindel needed both daggers to block his enemy. Sigilaeg was too certain that he would win and fought careless. Glorfindel blocked the sword with his right and hit Sigilaeg with the handle of his dagger in his left, bringing the dark elf down.

Glorfindel wanted to turn around when a sharp pain exploded in his stomach. His eyes searched the wound and to his shock there was a thin blade sticking out of his flesh, pierced through his body. Toledang ripped it out and Glorfindel fell to his knees, holding the burning wound with his right hand.

Sigilaeg stood up. Blood floated down over his left temple. He was angry that his former friend had beaten him, angrier to himself but he wanted to let it on Glorfindel out. Sigilaeg picked up his sword aiming the long blade at the kneeling elfs throat. "Now you will die old friend."

Glorfindel tried to move but the sharp point dig into his soft flesh of his neck. His mind was spinning from all the thoughts that were crossing it.

Toledang grinned at his friend. They had not often the chance to kill an elf.

Glorfindel knew that he had to do something. Not only because of his own life but also because of the life of his two friends. The sharp point left his throat when Sigilaeg waved his sword to the right; to have enough force to cut Glorfindels head off.

Toledang had a fierce grip on the elf but when something hard hit his head, the grip was lost.

Glorfindel felt that he was free. He let himself fell to the ground and the sword missed him. Through his pain and the sudden tiredness, Glorfindel rolled away and sprang to his feet.

Toledang looked behind him wondering what could have hit his head. Aragorn stood there in a bent position and on shaky legs. He had pulled out the blade that had pinned him on the tree and had thrown it at Toledang. Aragorn wanted to kill the elf but only the handle had collided with his head. Toledang slowly took a few steps forward, the orc weapon lie certain in his hand.

The world was blurred in Aragorns eyes and his mind was swimming through the thick puddle of pain. He looked down on the earth, breaking the contact to the elfs eyes. A weapon was what he needed. Toledang would see it but he didn't care. Bending down he grabbed weakly the handle of an orc blade. Toledang just stood there, doing nothing against it, it seemed as if he wanted Aragorn to have something to defend himself.

Toledang waited until Aragorn stood nearly upright again and attacked him then.

Glorfindel knew that they had no time. Elrohirs wound seemed to be serious and Glorfindel had seen that his friend had not much time left. He by himself had barely the strength left to win the fight he was in. Sigilaeg didn't miss a step and his Sword was a deadly weapon in his hands.

There were other noises behind him but he had no time to look what happened.

Aragorn leaned against the tree, blocking the strong blows of Toledang. Sweat of exhaustion rolled down his face. He knew that it would not take long until the deadly strike would fall.

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Sorry that it is so short and that it took me so long but I'm ill and it's difficult to write further.

I hope it isn't too bad at all.

Please r+r