Chapter 7

Elladan was visiting Imladris, as he had promised, but he remained withdrawn from everyone, coldly shutting anyone out from him. He blamed his Human brother and Mirkwood friend as much as himself but kept searching for his elusive twin until it drove him to obsession.

"You are leaving so soon?" a surprised voice asked seeing Elladan walking toward the stables with a pack and his weapons.

The Elf in question had barely spent a day at home, whilst Legolas had spent most of the summer there.

"Yes...just because you don't care if I ever find Elrohir." He hissed, "Just because you want to see him dead doesn't mean I do."

"What?"

"You were there...you could have saved him, you could have pulled him out, but you did not...you planned it all, didn't you? Admit it. You hate him and you wanted to see him dead."

"Elladan..." Legolas started but was cut off as a sharp backhand caught him sending his head snap to one side, Legolas stepped back a few paces, away from the elder Elf.

"You have gone mad." He whispered.

"Mad, Legolas? You dare call me mad?" he glared with an aberrant fire in his eyes and lunged again.

"But you are," Legolas said dodging the next blow, "you have become obsessed with searching for Elrohir; it has driven you to madness."

"Just because I care for those I love," he sneered, kicking the other to the floor, "you call it insanity...well I expect nothing less from a son of that psychotic idiot you claim as your father."

Legolas flipped up and swung a heavy punch at the Noldor breaking his nose.

Eyes filled with pure rage, Elladan pummelled Legolas relentlessly and drew a small dagger from his boot. He lunged the weapon into the younger Elf's shoulder. Legolas could not repress a whimper in pain as the blade cut through his shoulder deeply, he could already feel blood welling up in it and it was roughly twisted out. His light tunic was staining dark red, fast.

"What is going on out here?" Elrond demanded seeing his eldest in an attacking stance and a bloody blade in his hand, whilst the Mirkwood prince held his darkening shoulder in pain, both Elves were bleeding profusely.

Ignoring the elder Elf's presence, Elladan lunged again, the dagger biting into his other shoulder but it didn't go too deep as Elrond forcefully pulled Elladan away from Legolas but the dagger was also ripped from his shoulder, sending the younger Elf on the floor in agony. Elrond stood protectively over him, giving his eldest his evilest glare, which would have sent Morgoth himself running for cover but Elladan just stood his ground, looking as if he would rush the elder Elf at any second. And he did.

Elrond barely dodged the blade and felt a little pain shoot up his arm as the dagger bit into it. He grabbed the free arm the one with the dagger in was flailing around as he tried to free it, giving Elrond another, deeper cut to his face.

Glorfindel and Estel had heard yelling in the courtyard and saw Elladan kick Elrond powerfully in his stomach, sending the elder Elf to the floor; he brought the dagger up on the unprotected Legolas.

Estel speared his brother to the floor, mindful of the dagger which went up to attack the man, but had no chance as a powerful grip clenched the wrist tightly, making Elladan drop the dagger, Glorfindel quickly kicked it away before getting the Elf up and handed him to some guards.

"Legolas?" Estel whispered, fearfully, seeing the Elf had lost so much blood, "Legolas, mellon nîn, can you hear me?"

"Apply as much pressure as you can to the wounds," Elrond instructed, moving beside his Human son.

"Ada, you're injured..."

"I'll be fine," he shrugged the man's concern, "we need to get him inside."

"What happened?" Glorfindel asked, picking up the dagger.

"I don't know, he was just attacking Legolas and then he went for me." Elrond said, just as bemused as his friend.