chapter 13
"Halt. Who goes there?" a sharp voice demanded, Elladan's hand moved to his sword. "Don't even think about it Elf, my men can shoot faster than you can draw that weapon."
"Want to put it to the test?" he muttered icily, he still had much anger in him that needed venting.
"Shoot him." The man ordered.
Elladan dodged a few of the arrows but found three lodged in him and he was facing the ground.
"You Elves are always so arrogant...just because you are immortal, you think nothing can kill you." he kicked the Elf several times in the ribs. He bit down on his lip as the arrows were ripped from him until he bled all over.
"Belthor, well what do you know, the idiot has returned." He sneered. "Couldn't stay away eh? Well this time you will not leave...alive anyway." he laughed, "bring him."
"How do you feel?" Estel asked Elrohir quietly.
"I've been better I'm sure." He smiled.
"It's good to have you back, I've missed you." the man embraced the Elf tightly.
"It's all still a little hazy," he admitted, "I keep getting the odd memory here and there...a flash of a feeling..." he trailed off.
"I'm sure it will come back given time." He assured his older brother, "we're here for you, and Dan...he literally went mad without you."
"Got the cuts to prove it." Legolas muttered darkly.
"Speaking of Elladan, where is he?" Estel asked, "he said he would catch up with us soon, that was this evening...it is now night."
"Well there is nothing we can do now...we'll just have to wait until it gets light." Legolas said. "You two should try and rest, I'll keep watch." He told them.
The brothers hesitantly tried to rest, but their worry for their elder brother kept them from such.