Disclaimer: All information regarding the armor and sword information came from the "LOTR book of Weapons and Warfare" also the history of Elrond's blade was in it, so I didn't make it up whish I did though I found interesting. Except I also disagree with some the information, but then again it was based off the movie.

A/N: I know ch. 7 sounded forced and below even my standards of writing. So I'm working on it's rewrite. And to those who are still loyal (stares at and empty playhouse) I made this chapter better. This one I will probably never change, it's only the third one I'm proud of.

Sorry I missed the last chapter's reviews I put them here to make up for it. Sorry.

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-Lyn- I swear I graduated High School. Thanks for your reviews and corrections I promise to get right on them, but I like said in my other story "I keep fixing them, but more seem to pop up" And out of curiosity, and no offense what so ever, Are you an English teacher or majoring in it in anyway? (you don't have to answer that, it's just your reviews sounded like you might be) Please keep reviewing I need to know my mistakes if I'm to fix them.

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Chapter 8: Scream Elladan, Scream

He was alone in the darkness of a pitch black night with only his excellent night vision as his guide. Elladan had awoken to find himself alone in the dark, he was bare foot and dressed in only his night clothes . He looked down at his feet hoping to see the ground beneath them, he could barely make it out. He started walking to see if maybe he had been sleepwalking and he was now outside. He had heard of such things, but never experienced them, but then again most don't know they sleepwalk. Deciding that staying put would be pointless he picked direction he assumed to be home.

After a few minutes of endless wandering Elladan finally sat down for a rest.

Where is home? I should have been there a long time ago.

Elladan somehow sat in the space of the endless dark and tried to remember his way home, he even settled for looking around him for anything that was even remotely familiar. Which wasn't to hard because all around him was the same nothingness as before, when he first woke up. It was then when he heard a strange sound.

A bell in the distance was ringing. It sounded like little drips of spring water dripping into a pool of water. The sound was coming closer and closer. Before his eyes his cat appeared before him. Walking in like she had always been there, hidden in the shadows. The ringing bell and cat stopped in front of him.

Elladan looked at the white cat with the strange eyes not quite understanding what was going on. The cat, he had finally named Two-toned, grabbed a small amount of Elladan's pant cloth and gently pulled at them.

Sensing his pet whished him to follow Elladan, with lack of better to do, complied. He stood up as the cat started walking off in the direction he had come from. They walked for awhile all the time Two-toned slowly started to run. Elladan just about caught up with her when she disappeared once again into the darkness from which she came. Elladan thinking he would eventually run into her stayed in the same direction his cat had been going in. All the while keeping an eye out for a white ball of fluff against the black.

He walked for what seemed like hours at first he had thought that maybe he had made a bad choice in direction, but then again he had nothing to go on, but the knowledge that he had followed his cat in this direction at some point. However, he could have easily gotten turned around, or the cat could have changed direction. So he kept in the same direction. It was then he again heard some very familiar sounds in the not too far off distance. Since he couldn't really go anywhere else he decided to investigate. The sounds started to become clearer as he neared them. They were the sounds fighting. Metal clashed with metal, dying gasps and gurgles, screaming, battle cries, he knew these sounds they sounded like the day when he found Two-toned. It frightened him to pieces, these noise were different from the ones he had heard before, those were different somehow they were just different.

He started running towards the sounds of war. Looking down at his feet he saw that there was now grass under them, the blackness he was in before had started to disappear. In it's retreat it revealed trees, grass, and a small river he was now running beside. What was happening? He didn't know.

His feet slipped out from under him he fell into the shallow end of the cool river. Elladan shook the water out of his eyes and hair. After the water once again became calm, he stared at the refection of himself. Looking closer he saw that he was in his warrior armor and his sword was in his hand, which was still pressed into the mud under the water. Momentarily forgetting the fight he was investigating he pulled himself out of the river side and looked himself over.

He was wearing his Rivendell fighting armor, he'd recognize it anywhere. It was a mirage of different blues and gold painted metal that crossed over all the vital areas of his chest. Leather arm braces decorated his wrist with the Rivendell crest on them. His hair was no longer in the delicate elven braids they normally were, it was instead pulled back and tied into a horse tail that sat at the base of his scull. He had learned that when fighting it was easer to put it up in this fashion vs. long hair and braids. It kept his neck cooler and his hair out of the way.

In his hand was a long sword. It's handle was dark brown in color with gold leaves spun around the handle leading up to the blade. The blade itself was curved upward and the edge was sharpened to where it would create a deep cut to the lightest touch. The sword seemed familiar to Elladan, he knew he had seen it somewhere before. It was nothing like his blade. This one was lighter than his and about one fourth shouter. Plus his name wasn't engraved into the handle. As his eyes traveled upward he read the inscription written along the blade in elvish. "aen estar Hadhafang chatholhen, thand around dan thang an arwen" { This blade is called Hadhafang, a noble defense against the enemy throng for a noble lady.} It was then Elladan realized where he knew this blade.

Hadhafang belonged to Elrond. A family heirloom that was soon to be passed down to Arwen, as it had been passed to Elrond from his father, Earendil, who received it from his mother, Idril, who was daughter of King Turgon of Gondolin, but how did he get a hold if it?

He would have stayed their longer if the sounds of battle didn't start up again. This time they were louder and a lot closer just beyond the hill he was standing in front of. Elladan ran towards the battle cries and dying noises, almost afraid of what he would find when he got there. He nearly reached the top when smoke started coming from the very ground beneath him. He looked around for the cause, but soon stopped when great flames jumped out at him from the ground itself, nearly burning his face. He fell landing on his backside, fire soon surrounded him licking at his hands and armor. He had to get out. Had to get away to someplace without the fire.

He quickly stood, covering his mouth and nose with his arm, preparing to run straight through the flames to the cooler air on the other side. The sword's handle was burring his hand, later he would have blisters from the hot handle. He tightened his grip on the precious heirloom and took off towards the flames in front of him. Closing his eyes against the smoke, flames, and heat he jumped through to the other side. Elladan landed on his side and rolled to put out any flames he may have picked up along the way. When that was done Elladan sat on the other side of the hill he was climbing, he realized he had rolled down the hill when landed on the other side of the flames.

He looked back to see the spontaneous fire, but it was no longer their. No, now it was coming down the hill in two separate lines. The lines of fire missed him dividing the field in half with him in the middle. He followed the flames when he finally looked in front of him.

He gasped at what he saw. The ground was littered with bodies of many creatures; Humans, dwarfs, elves, and others he couldn't recognize. Blood soaked the field staining the once green ground a sickening red. Elladan gulped. Who had done this? Who could do this?

An evil laugh reach his ears. Turning around he saw something he wouldn't soon forget. The heads of his Elrohir, Aragorn, Legolas, Glorfindel, Erestor, and lastly his father were placed on spikes in the ground. He couldn't believe it. What had happened here? Where was he at the time? Why? And finally who had dared?!

Elladan screamed and fell to his knees. He buried his face in his hands and grieved for those he had loved and now lost, he despaired at the thought of not being there for them. An endless sea of tears streamed down his face. Someone would pay for this. Oh yes, someone would pay. Valinor be dd, he would stay on Arda until he found his families killers, even if it took to the end of all ages. No matter what he would have his revenge.

A shrill high pitched whistle reached his ears. He quickly stood wiping the tears from his eyes, to which all grief all been replaced with rage. Elladan looked at the top of a small hill behind him. On that hill stood three shadowed figures. The one on the left Elladan recognized as the boy he saw a week ago. Except he wasn't the boy. No, this one had a tail and shoulder length brown hair that split around his pointed cat-like ears on the top of his head instead of the side, Two small fangs glistened in the dying fire light and his eyes glowed white. The other two were shadowed, but he could easily see the same features on the boy's companions. The one in the middle carried a large sword in one hand that seemed almost to heavy for him to even lift much less carry one handed. He was also missing his left eye. The one on the right was female, wearing a long coat Elladan recognized as Aragorns, and a scythe was placed over her shoulder, the tip of the blade almost touching the middle of her back.

Elladan looked defiantly at the trio. "Did you do this?!" he pointed to the dead bodies around him.

The three kept silent.

"I asked you! Did you kill them?! Did you kill my family?!!"

The one in the middle smiled. "ANSAWER ME!!!" Screamed Elladan

The one in the middle spoke calmly, "No." he then raised his free hand, "but we can end your pain and anguish for you." As his hand dropped the other two figures jumped off the hill and seemingly flew at him. Elladan prepared for a fight he did not expect to when, but he would fight till he no longer had breath left in him. He didn't believe these creatures, they had to be lying, no one could be left alive in this field and not be the killers: So was the logic of Elladan.

He prepared for the strike when something happened he did not expect. The ground beneath him opened up to swallow him and he was once again surrounded by darkness just like before. Only this time he was falling.

Authoress: Hehe I'm evil. [runs and hides]

Elladan [looking over script]: that is evil.

Legolas: No, what's really evil is she wont be updating for a while.

Elrohir: …. She killed me…

Authoress: I said I'd kill someone. And if you want me to make it better then review me, and the more reviews I get the sooner I update.