NOTE: Thanks so much for the great review grandimagination! I know, I noticed the typos too, I'm trying to cut back typing at 12 midnight so I don't have to rush cause I'm so tired, heh, maybe that'll reduce my typos. Sorry if the family trees seemed confusing at first, but just to make sure those who are reading have it down:

FARAMIR & EOWYN: Anárion and Arodiel ARWEN & ARAGORN: Eldarion, Amdiriel, Maethoriel and Nestor LEGOLAS & LAURELEN: Laurelas (just wanted to specify that Laurelas isn't an elf. His mom was half elf, but she choose the fate of man, as did Laurelas, for obvious reasons shown in chapter 3) AMROTHOS (Imrahil's son): Aeronel

All right, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Thanks again for reviewing!!!

ESCAPE: 6

The orc lifted his hand, as Arwen closed her eyes awaiting the horrible feeling of pain she would soon feel. Instead, however, she heard a gasp, and opened her eyes to see the orc fall backwards, dead. In confusion she looked up, only to see an Uruk standing before her, fear and frustration now clouding her emotion.

"Why?" she simply asked, her voice weak and the volume of her tone barely hearable.

"Duty, milady," he said with his scruffy voice. "Our master said nothing about you, we only come for what he wants, we will not take what we do not need."

"An orc with manners.." she said sarcastically. At that moment another scream was released, coming from down the hall. Arwen ignored the Uruk, and ran passed him towards the door to come to the aid of her children. Before she reached the hall however, she was grabbed by the arm and thrown violently back into the room.

"Do not neglect my moment of kindness to you. Keep out of our way and we will not harm you, for I see no reason to cause you pain anyway," the great Orc huffed.

"Taking my children from me isn't causing me harm?" she asked, madly. "I will not let you do this..." she demanded as she attempted to push the creature out of her way, but she was no match for him.

"You leave me no choice then, Queen," he told her, anger and frustration lining the sound of his voice. He lifted her and began dragging her down the hall towards a linen closet he had mistaken for a bedroom. Arwen was kicking and screaming with all her might, but paused as they were passing down the hall to notice some twenty orcs running around in and out of every bedroom. 'Where are they?' she thought to herself, as she hadn't seen any of the faces of her loved ones anywhere. Before she could go back to her protesting, she was thrown into the closet, hitting her head on a shelf.

"STAY HERE!" the Uruk screamed at her, as he slammed the door, locking it from the outside. Arwen was too slow to stop him from closing the door on her, as her head began to throb, and she felt a small bump form on the back of her head. She grabbed the knob, twisting and turning it, screaming in hopes someone would hear her, but the screams of the girls were drowning out her own.

Anárion was battling a few orcs in Nestor's room, as he was the only protection between Amdiriel and her sister and the few orcs that had followed Amdiriel there. Every split second he had to spare, he worried about his sister. 'Laurelas must be around somewhere though, and Eldarion.." he reassured himself, returning to the fight he knew he needed to keep up in, otherwise he could easily be overrun.

Anárion had reason to worry, however, as Arodiel had made her way next door to Maethoriel's room, Laurelas and Eldarion no where in sight.

"Maethoriel! Wake up!!! Come on we need to get out of here!" Maethoriel proved to be a sound sleeper, as she woke up in utter confusion. Her expression was filled with question, as she watched Arodiel run to her closet and bring out whatever dress was nearest in her reach.

"MAETHORIEL! Come on we don't have much time!!!" she cried in a whisper, as orcs had not yet seemed to discover Maethoriel's room. Maethoriel sensed the pure worry and anxiety in Arodiel's expressions and quickly did as she was told, grabbing her sword and handing a spare one to Arodiel. Arodiel held her hand, heading towards the door. Slowly Arodiel opened it, looking to her left, seeing one or two orcs heading towards the servant quarters. She then looked to her right, gasping.

"Thought you might be able to sneak free?" the orc asked playfully. Arodiel thrust her sword straight for the orc's stomach, but was countered by the orc's blade, and thrown to the ground, her sword thrown a distance as the impact hit. The orc turned to Maethoriel, who was cautious before acting, and waited for the perfect moment to thrust.

"Are you serious? You want to fight me?" the orc laughed, hardly being able to hold his composure. As the two circled one another, Arodiel crawled quickly to her sword, but when she reached it, a swift foot crushed her hand. She cried in pain, looking up to see an orc smile at her. She pulled the orc at the shin, causing him to fall on his back, as she grabbed her sword and drove it into the orc's heart, quickly getting up to turn around. Only then did she notice the group of orcs that had arrived from either direction, beginning to make a circle around her and Maethoriel. As she walked backwards closer to Maethoriel, she lightly tripped over the body of the orc who had first threatened the two girls. It was dead. The two girls were now back to back, holding their swords close as the circle of orcs began to move in closer and closer, taunting the girls as they did. But, at a moment they paused, still encircling the girls, but keeping the size of the circle at one length.

"These must be the other two daughters, but they don't look young."

"Plus look at their hair it isn't straight and long. One of them is supposed to have straight, long hair." The group began to chatter, as they all agreed that these weren't the daughter's of Elessar.

"But wait, one of the daughters is mute. Maybe one of our two lucky girls is voiceless."

"How do we test it?"

Just then an orc stepped into the circle, towards the girls and slit a gash across Arodiel's arm, shortly after doing the same to Maethoriel's. Arodiel cried out in pain, but Maethoriel made no sound, as only her mouth motioned the feeling of pain.

"I think we found a winner!!!" the orc cried, as simultaneously they charged at the soundless girl, only to be injured as both girls fought back, to the orcs' surprise. Somehow the girls had fought their way out of the circle and ran towards the direction of the staircase, fighting off what orc got in their way.

Laurelas noticed the two girls pass by his room, as his door was wide open. 'Arodiel' he cried to himself, as he saw his love in danger, along Maethoriel. But he couldn't get to the girls as quickly as he would have liked, for orcs were swarming in his room, and he was the only one fighting them off. At first he was killing them with his bow, each and every one entering his room had received an arrow right in the throat, but the orcs grew larger in number, and he grabbed his sword as even his quick reflexes with a bow weren't enough to hold them off. 'What do they want with me?' he thought to himself, trying to clear a path so that he could escape his room. He finally did, and jolted towards the direction of the staircase, only to run into what felt like a wall. From the ground he looked up, eyes widening as a grand Uruk hovered above him, the orcs in his room stopping to watch the show, as they knew the young boy stood no chance.

"Eldarion, I presume?" the Uruk asked.

"Eldarion?" Laurelas echoed. 'They think I'm Eldarion!' he thought to himself. Laurelas had a difficult decision however. Would he let on that he was Eldarion to protect his friend? Or reveal himself? But before he could even decide, a voice called out from behind the Uruk, as all looked to see who had interrupted the thought- to-be prince's demise.

"He's not the one you want, I am," Eldarion spoke, sword in hand, staring courageously at his opponents. "I am Eldarion, son of Elessar."

A moment of surprise took over the intruders, and Laurelas took hold of the opportunity. Grabbing his sword only a short space away from him, he thrust in front of him as hard as he could, piercing the belly of the great Uruk. The creature fell to its knees, as Laurelas stood to fight the orcs who had now began to attack to two; the Uruk lay dead on the floor.

"Amdiriel! Nestor! Stay close behind me! Run as fast as you can, don't look up to follow my lead just know to head towards the staircase!!" Anárion commanded. He began to make a trail, clearing orcs right and left. The girls did as they were told, sprinting down the halls, closely behind Anárion. When they reached the main hall that lead to the staircase, however, they saw Laurelas and Eldarion locked in a battle of their own. Anárion motioned for the girls to head to the staircase, as the orcs would be too busy in fighting to notice them. Anárion aided his friends, as Amdiriel and Nestor made their way to the staircase. Once there, Nestor descended the stairs as fast as she could, with her sister about to do the same, until something clutched Amdiriel at the neck, lifting her body into the air, as she tried to break free. Nestor hadn't noticed, for she was already at the ground level.

"Is that your sister?" the Uruk asked, glancing at Nestor.

"NO," Amdiriel replied, protecting her sister from danger, as it was clear they were after her siblings. "She is a handmaiden." Amdiriel finished, grunting as she wiggled to escape. The Uruk leader turned to two orcs at his side.

"Follow her anyway, maybe she will lead us to the young princess. NOW!" he screamed, as the alarmed orcs conformed to his wish.

Nestor finally paused in the great hall that held the thrones of the king and queen of Gondor. She was breathless, and bent over her father's grand chair to rest her lungs.

"Amdiriel you okay?" she asked to thin air, now realizing her sister was not behind her. She was going to run back in the direction of the orc- infested part of the citadel, but a voice stopped her.

"Nestor, what is it?" asked a concerned tone.

"Aeronel! Where have you been?" she asked her friend, shock in her eyes.

"I took a walk in the garden. Nestor are you alright??"

"Listen to me, I need you to get out of here, and run to the nearest..."

"I don't think we need her to be doing that miss.." an orc behind her interrupted, which caught Nestor off guard. Aeronel's eyes widened, as the two girls slowly began taking steps backwards towards the end of the hall.

"That one is it! She's slender with long straight hair, and she's a beauty all right.." the orc declared, looking straight at Aeronel. Finally the orcs had backed the girls into a wall, as both girls waited what would happen next. Giving a look of taunt to Nestor, they grabbed Aeronel against her own will.

"Hey!" Nestor called, slamming the orcs with her fists to release her friend, who was herself trying to break free from grasp.

"Stay out of it!" one of the orcs yelled, slamming the handle of his blade across Nestor's head, knocking her out completely. Aeronel called to Nestor one last time, as they dragged her off to be taken.

Outside Arodiel and Maethoriel stood in the garden, panting and pacing, not knowing what to do. Maethoriel motioned for her and her friend to go back into the citadel, but Arodiel refused.

"They're after you! I can't just let them take off with you!" Arodiel pleaded.

Maethoriel shook her head, pointing, again, to the citadel. It was Arodiel's turn to shake her head.

"I think we should.... Maethoriel!" Maethoriel had cut her off mid sentence, and began walking back inside, but Arodiel grabbed her and threw away from the entrance. Both girls stared at each other, neither one wanting to let down for a second. Arodiel would stop her friend by force if she had to, for her own good, and Maethoriel knew it. As Maethoriel attempted to push her friend out of the way, Arodiel pushed back, until both girls were rolling on the floor trying to get back up, but neither one allowing the other. Hair was pulled, faces pushed with palms, and dresses scratched at, as both had the intent of saving a loved one, or loved ones.

"Maethoriel this is for your own good!" Arodiel called, as Maethoriel winced her eyes showing her attempt to push Arodiel off of her, but when she did she had noticed Arodiel had not put up a fight, as Maethoriel had thrown her some-what of a great distance. Surprised, for she didn't mean to hurt her friend, she ran to Arodiel's side. As she lifted Arodiel's head, she noticed the gash across her forehead. Arodiel had been knocked out, but by whom? Maethoriel turned to see two orcs behind her, one with a blade in his hand. In shock, she stood, noticing her sword had been thrown out of her reach. With no other choice, she was taken by the orcs.

Back inside, a shrill voice called from below the hall that was open to the rest of the citadel. "We've got the girls!" it declared, as nearly all the orcs cried out in glory, glad to be leaving as the three men had began to defeat them, fighting the orcs off with skills like gods. The three men looked to each other, panting and confused.

"WAIT!!!!!" one orc called, as the rest stopped midway down the grand steps. "What of the boy!!!" he pointed. The orcs looked amongst themselves, and finally one spoke up. "That was not our task! That was your groups' task! Where is Vurung?" Suddenly the sole orc remembered his leader's lifeless body in the middle of the hall, along with the rest of his entire group. The orc stood motionless, as the rest of the orc group made their way happily towards the exit. He hadn't known what to do. 'But what of the girl?' he thought to himself, clearly being the other task they needed. 'Who had taken her?' Before he had a chance to answer himself, he noticed Anárion coming towards him, ready to swing, so he ran as fast as he could to save his own life. The three boys stood there for a moment, tired.

"Girls?" Eldarion questioned, as they all realized who the beasts had meant, and concurrently ran down the steps in the direction of the kidnappers.

TBC. Sorry so long, but I hope you liked it!! Thanks for the reviews!!!