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Escape, and More

Legolas sprang nimbly over the numerous dead bodies of his kin and his foe, and ran into the clearing where Smeagol had been earlier. His sharp eyes pierced the darkness, only to find nothing but a pile of limp bodies against a towering oak. A pile of limp bodies. of elves!

The prince stepped over to his fallen friends. Many of his men followed suit, stepping towards their fallen kin nervously, for none knew who would be found amongst the bodies of the guards. Several of the elves knelt over and began to weep, for the fallen guards were their kin. A brother, a father, a son, as each body was identified, more fell into tears.

Legolas could do nothing but watch, for he had never felt the pain of the death of a loved one, he had never known his own mother. As he stood in silent thought, Celebfindel suddenly sprang from the brush.

"My prince!" he gasped.

"What is it?" he answered absent-mindedly, still watching the weeping soldiers in sorrow.

"The Lady Ithilwen, she. she." he trailed off.

"What?" he suddenly snapped to attention, the mention of his sister struck him that something was wrong. Perhaps horribly wrong.

"I've no way of telling you, for my sorrow is too great. And, I've no way of telling you, my lord. Come, see for yourself," wept Celebfindel, turning toward the direction from which he had come.

Legolas stepped forward hesitantly, what was wrong? What had happened to Itilwen?

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