CHAPTER TEN
Imladris
Legolas walked ahead with Gilloth, for he was still not certain that putting his trust in the side-changing Elf was a good idea. However, he had to admit ruefully that he had no better ideas. He held Aragorn close, he was almost afraid to loose the human again. He could not fail a third time. His blue eyes roved the treetops, it was too quiet and he seemed to sense a brooding evil that he had felt earlier, a brooding hate. He knew it was only a matter of time before the other Elves, most likely led by Morceleb and Ruthaer, retaliated and killed them or at least greatly hindered their way into Rivendell.
Gilloth had been traveling with the friends for about an hour, and they had about three more before they reached the trail that led down the slope into Imladris. Gilloth did not speak much. He was feeling horrible, like he had a weight on his shoulders. His brother was dead and as far as he was concerned it was his fault. He was supposed to protect his little brother and the younger Elf had died instead of living out his immortal life.
Elladan often did not speak either, for he was morning what he saw as the loss of both his brothers. Aragorn would never speak to him again if he knew that he was the one who had killed Elrohir.
Legolas fell back and spoke to Elladan, "You need rest, and we can spare a minute, for you carry a heavy burden."
Elladan looked at Legolas with a set of weak looking gray eyes. He sighed and said, "I will sit here, you two go on. Estel has to get to Rivendell and I will only slow you down." He knew that if Aragorn was not attended to soon he could die. If he was slowing them down, he would rest alone and they could go on.
However Legolas feared suicide, for it seemed to run in the twin's family background. He did not wish to loose his closest friends and yet he knew he would loose Estel forever if he did not get him to Lord Elrond in time. As a matter of fact, he needed to get him there within the next hour.
Elladan stumbled and nearly dropped his dead brother. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and a fiery light entered them. It was a sign of joy that Legolas had not seen in some time and he wondered what could be the cause. Elladan smiled and said with a gasp, "He groaned!"
Legolas wrinkled his brow and opened his mouth about to speak, but Gilloth spoke first, "who? Elrohir?"
Elladan nodded and he lay his brother in a patch of grass. Carefully he pulled the cloak away and whispered, "I heard you Elrohir, say something else my brother!" Such excitement was in his voice that it could not be ignored.
Legolas came and placed a hand on Elladan's shoulder, which he noticed was shaking with suppressed joy and anxiety. "Dan, he isn't waking, he is gone." He sighed heavily and stated, "you are hearing things."
Gilloth came and looked down upon the slain twin's face. Suddenly the other Elf knelt down and said, "he could be coming back." Legolas looked at them both and he sighed again. They were both insane. Right now Aragorn was alive and he needed to get back to Rivendell or he wouldn't be that way for long.
Elladan smiled, "no," he whispered, "he is coming back." He took and held his brother's hand and shuddered as he felt that it was still chilled and stiff. It made him sick to think he had done this. What would he tell their father if he made it home? That was just it, he couldn't. He would stay out in the wild if he were still alive.
Gilloth sighed and said, "I am sorry Elladan. I am so-so sorry. He is not coming back..."
Legolas looked down at Elrohir and said, "if the Valar could restore Elladan's sight at this time, whose to say they will not raise up Elrohir?"
Gilloth shook his head, dark locks of hair falling around his face. "It is not probable. Elrohir has been dead for hours."
Legolas rolled his eyes. "You don't trust much do you? Sometimes you have to trust in things you can't see." He had seen many miracles, he himself was one and it sent shivers up his spine each time he thought of it. Aragorn had been a miracle. Legolas could think of many times when they all should have died. But perhaps they had taunted fate too long.
Elladan echoed back in a murmur, "things you cannot see." Suddenly they say Elrohir's chest shift a little and the younger twin gave a slight cough. He opened a set of bleary and unfocused eyes that fell upon Elladan.
Elrohir coughed and said in a low murmur that was hard to make out and his voice was raspy, "are you dead too Dan?"
Legolas' jaw dropped he stared in wonder. He could not believe it and he nearly dropped Aragorn in his disbelief and astounded joy! A tear sprung up in the corner of Legolas' right eye and he let it roll out. Elrohir was alive. He went by Elrohir and said, "you fell into darkness, how..."
Elrohir looked up at Legolas solely with his eyes, for his body hurt and he was beginning to think that returning to life was more painful than remaining dead. But what he had seen while he was dead had shaken him. Arwen was going to die and so was Estel. Those too things could not be stopped and he had to accept them. Elrohir decided to answer the prince's question, "I thought you of all people would understand Legolas!...But not into darkness did I fall...and anyway I am back now!"
He looked at Aragorn, gathered in the prince's arms and cold looking. "Estel? Oh Valar what happened to him!" Fears gathered to the front of his mind, for he had seen Estel dead in Mandos' Halls, but then it was a vision. Or was it?
Legolas shook his head sadly, "the cave collapsed onto him. I am taking him to your father as quickly as I may."
Gilloth had been staring at the trees and he said in a snarl, "they are close. We have to hurry. They will catch us before long." He held his dead brother tighter and then looked at Elladan and Elrohir. Elrohir was back, but a feeling in his heart said that his own wasn't coming back. Aldalossë was dead...forever. But he had repented before he had died and he had made things right with Mandos and the Valar before his death.
"How soon do you think it is before they attack?" asked Legolas with a frown. He did not know if he could get Aragorn back in time. He had no weapon, none of them did, save Gilloth and he only had a long bow with two arrows and a sword.
Gilloth looked at the twins and the blonde prince before saying, "you four have to get back. I will hold off any that trail you." He gently set his dead brother on the grass and drew his sword.
Elladan suddenly sprang up. His eyes were filled with anger. He went up to Gilloth and gripped him by the other Elf's collar. Gilloth's eyes went wide in confusion and he nearly dropped his sword in surprise. Elladan seethed out through grit teeth. "How do I know this is not another snare?" He slammed Gilloth back against a tree and the other Elf's eyes hardened, as he became angry in his turn.
Gilloth did not know what to do. He refused to draw his weapon on Elrond's son. He had promised himself not to, yet it seemed Elladan was ready to commit a murder. Gilloth said with a bit of anger in his own turn, "I don't wish to betray you! I want to help you! You tell me why I would do that! I have no place with Morceleb or Ruthaer! I gave that up tonight when we had that little show down as you were tied to a tree. Their madness killed my brother and killed yours, but yours was brought back!" He was nearly panting with anger and frustration.
Elladan released him of his grip and snarled, "you lead us into a ambush and I promise you this, you will be dead before we are killed."
Elrohir spoke to Elladan haltingly, for his wound was paining him greatly and he could barely speak. "Elladan," he murmured softly, "you have t-t-to tr-u-uust him. My w-w-wound and Estel's w-wound won't w-wait... This is one of the t-times where you have no control and have to learn to let go."
Elladan went to his brother and whispered, "I just don't want to lose you again Ro." He lifted up Elrohir's tunic and saw the wound. It was deep and ran through him. Elrohir had a survivor's attitude, he would make it. Elrohir shuddered and closed his eyes for only a moment. Elladan grasped his hand and squeezed it.
Elrohir whispered, "I am just weary Dan. I have to shut my eyes, but I promise you I shall come back." He looked around and saw Legolas holding Aragorn and Elladan becoming what was more or less a basket case. "See? I part from you for a few hours and you all become a few apples short of a bushel!" He shut his eyes wearily and Elladan cringed again. He feared greater than any could ever guess that Elrohir would never wake once he fell asleep. Even as he drifted into sleep or unconsciousness he mumbled, "Legolas, Elladan, get Estel to Ada." Then his breathing became deeper and yet erratic as pain scorched his middle.
To everyone it seemed as though Elrohir was dead and they had all hallucinated. However, Elladan looked at his hand and it was covered with blood, fresh blood. Dead beings don't bleed. Elrohir was alive, brought back to life by the mercy of the Valar. Elladan had never been more joyful to see his brother's blood than then. He smiled and said, "I will bear him back. Legolas, you bear back Estel."
Elladan carefully gathered his brother into his arms. The loud felt lighter. He was no longer carrying the weight of the dead. He could even feel some of his twin's warmth returning. Elladan smiled and with a finger he brushed a piece of Elrohir's raven hair away from his sleeping brother's eyes. He held Elrohir tightly, trying to share his warmth with his newly living twin.
Gilloth looked at the four and said, "I will cover your trail and meet you in Rivendell if possible. If I don't come back, don't come back after me." He suddenly sheathed his sword and said, "On second thought I will travel with you. If there is action it will be around you and not behind you. But my brother gave his life for you and I will willingly do the same."
The elder Elf went and cradled his mutilated brother into his arms and they all began to journey towards the refuge of Rivendell.
They were near the trail when Legolas halted, his wood Elf instincts telling him danger was not far off again. He looked at Gilloth and saw the Noldo already scanning the treetops and the brush about them. Running was not an option. It would only provoke and attack.
"Lets keep moving," advised Gilloth as his gray eyes searched around them. Legolas noticed that the dark haired Elf looked down to make sure that his sword was loose in its scabbard and able to be easily drawn.
Ancú coughed as he was led into Erestor's study. The high Elf looked at the younger Elf with a furrowed brow as Ancú tried stubbornly to stand and then proceed to walk out. His hand was on his wound and it was prominent he was in terrible pain untold. Erestor looked at him and said, "Ancú, you are going no where." His voice was firm but gentle, for it was not his nature to talk roughly.
Ancú put a fiery gaze upon the counselor and snapped, "I am going out that door and that is the end of it!" Erestor put a hand on the younger immortal's shoulder. Ancú looked at him stonily and said, "I have to get my forces rallied and get a plan. If I don't, they will all be slain. If you get Lord Elrond to heal me he will never let me up, but I know what I have to do."
Erestor grasped both of the younger's upper arms and pushed him into an overstuffed chair that he sat in when he studied. Ancú sighed and pleaded, "Erestor..."
Erestor sighed and said, "you need help. You must listen-" His gray eyes blinked twice and he knew he was losing the argument.
Ancú growled, "No! You will help me or get out and let me go my way!" The younger dark-haired Elf stood up and snapped, "I am not going to sit back and watch my world diminish!" Suddenly he drew a deep breath and collapsed on the ground in bitter pain. Blood came out of his mouth.
Erestor looked at his friend and said, "that does it, I am getting Lord Elrond..."
Ancú rose slowly up and said slowly and in a tight voice, "you can't Erestor. Please..."
The Elder Elf looked at the younger and a sad smile crept across his features. He had to admire this Elf's courage and persistence. If it had been under less pressing circumstances it would have been funny, but not so now.
Both of the Elves attention was drawn to the great wooden door of the study and in ran Rothinzil. The dark haired Mirkwood archer saw Ancú on the floor and his face drained of color. Ancú was dying. Soon it would be too late and he would perish. " Ancú, you have to let Erestor get the Lord Elrond. He can heal you," begged Roth urgently.
"No," breathed the wounded Elf stubbornly. For a moment he just glared at Erestor and Erestor shook his head. Something had to be done. Ancú had a sudden thought. Glorfindel could help. But then again he was not sure he would trust Glorfindel to put him under and do surgery on him. But there was no time for him to go under, he wouldn't wake in time. Anything done would have to happen while he was awake or else there would be no time after he woke for him to assemble his regiment. "Get Glorfindel...please," he moaned.
Erestor looked at Ancú and frowned, "Glorfindel? What good would he do?" He and Glorfindel were not the greatest of friends, but they could tolerate each other-he hoped. The counselor sighed and said, "I will get him, for what it is worth. You need to be still."
Lightly Erestor brushed past Rothinzil and left the room in search of the golden-haired Balrog slayer. Rothinzil looked at Ancú. The Elf's eyes were shut and tightly at that. His hands looked thin and nearly transparent. It was painfully obvious he was suffering greatly. The Mirkwood Archer began to speculate if there had been poison in the wound. " Ancú are you sure your wound is not poisoned?" asked Roth quietly.
No answer, just the silence.
" Ancú?" More silence filled the room and it clutched at Roth's heart. Was Ancú dead? " Ancú!" He was at his fallen friend's side and he gripped the sick Elf's wrist and turned it up. Placing two of his own slender fingers on the main vein, he felt for a pulse. It was slow, very slow. It seemed as though it was ready to stop. He rolled Ancú carefully onto his back, gently unfolding the immortal from his tight ball that he had drawn into to ward off pain.
Roth carefully set his ear so it was wavering right above the hurt Elf's chest. He listened intently for the heart beat. Along with being slow it was erratic. Ancú would never make it. The arrow tip had worked its way in deeper and was jabbing further into the Rivendell Elf's lung. He gently shook Anc's shoulders and the Elf opened his eyes to look at Roth. But then they slid out of focus again and Rothinzil noticed with alarm that they were turning translucent in their look. Ancú was fading fast. Before Glorfindel got there he would be dead at this rate.
"Hold on you stupid, headstrong lummox!" growled Rothinzil to his friend. He took and began to unbutton Ancú 's tunic and peeling the stiff and bloody pieces away from the wound. Ancú shifted and moaned. The last bit of his strength was being used to hold on to life.
The wound was ugly and the small part of the arrow shaft that had remained attached to the barb was sticking out of the immortal's flesh. Fresh blood came from the wound and with horror Rothinzil noticed that every time Ancú attempted to breath the arrow prevented his chest from rising as it compressed the rib and lung together. Ancú was suffocating.
He knew that if they did have to perform surgery it was doubtful that his friend would make it through. He knew that by the time Erestor and Glorfindel were in the room and all the medical stuff made then Ancú would be stilled forever.
Rothinzil knew what he was about to do was dangerous, but he had to take a chance.
He carefully grasped the shaft that projected out of the flesh of Anc's chest and he gripped it tightly. Ignoring the blood that rushed over his hands, threatening to make him ill, the Mirkwood Elf began to twist and pull the shaft free of the wound. Ancú cried out in his delirious sleep like state, but Roth continued.
There was every risk that the shaft would break and then they would have to cut Ancú open to get the arrowhead out. Ancú opened his eyes and looked at Roth pulling the projectile from his thorax. He moaned, "just let me die Roth... It hurts...stop...please stop." It broke Roth's heart to hear this begging from his companion and near brother.
Roth felt hot and fresh blood sliding over his hands, causing his grip on the shaft to slip. He held on tighter and knew that he had to get it out soon. Mustering up all the courage he could gather, he gave the barb one sure tug. It slid free and he felt some of Ancú 's rib give and heard a sickening pop as the barb showed itself from beneath the flesh.
It was coated in blood and Roth sighed. He looked at Ancú and the Elf's body was completely still. He feared that the Elf was dead until the hurt being drew a deep breath and he saw his right lung fill up and cause his chest to rise. A healthy color began to return to his face.
Roth felt weak and suddenly the ceiling was above him and all went black.
Glorfindel and Erestor tore into the room and when they saw Rothinzil lying on the ground and Ancú slowly rising, staring wide-eyed about him they stopped and held their breath. Glorfindel went over to Rothinzil and looked at the Elf. He did not appear to be hurt. Roth suddenly sat up, looked at the shaft that had nearly killed Ancú all bloody in his hand and he passed out again.
Glorfindel caught him before he hit the floor and he called to the younger Elf, "come on Rothinzil wake up!" He took and unfolded Roth's long fingers to relieve him of the section of stem.
Taking it, he handed it to Erestor who gingerly took it and held it at an arm's length.
Glorfindel let Rothinzil rest on the floor and went to Ancú, who was looking about the room as though in a daze. Blood covered his chest and no longer ran out of his mouth. Glorfindel said, "you stay here, I will fetch some bandages."
He left the room swiftly and Erestor watched them both with a careful eye. Rothinzil woke and he sighed. "Is Ancú all right?" he asked quickly before anyone could speak.
Ancú chuckled and whispered, "I am right here Roth, it is well. Glorfindel went to get some bandages." He hissed slightly and said, "I think that is the last time I shall ever journey in a cave, even if orcs have never been near it and that includes your prince's halls!" His vow seemed solid and Rothinzil glared.
"They are not caves! They are elegant corridors!" he growled at his friend. "You wound us Ancú!"
Ancú chuckled dryly and said, "very well. Let us make a truce, they are elegant caves!" Roth glared and the Rivendell Elf grinned.
"No, they are corridors!" seethed Rothinzil venomously and though a set of clenched teeth.
Ancú roll his eyes, "well they are the most cave-like corridors I ever saw."
Roth growled low and virulently, "they ARE CORRIDORS!"
Erestor rolled his eyes and snapped, "from the way you two quarrel one would never know that you nearly died, "he pointed at Ancú, "and you, "he pointed at Roth, "just fainted!"
Roth gasped, "I did not faint!"
Erestor groaned, "alright, you became more acquainted with the floor then. Either way you ended up on your back!" he snorted and said under his breath, "stupid wood Elf fainted."
Rothinzil heard it and muttered, "blacked out." Erestor looked t the Mirkwood Archer and sighed in exasperation.
Glorfindel came back in and he was holding a handful of bandages and a jar of some sort of herbal poultice. Ancú winced mentally as he figured the stuff was going to sting with a vengeance.
Glorfindel went and knelt by Ancú and taking a cloth that was damp with hot water he proceeded to wipe and cleanse the blood away from the wound. It was not infected, but that could change. Ancú just looked stonily ahead, this pain was certainly not unbearable, merely annoying.
But when Glorfindel began usage of the herbal application to the laceration the pain upgraded into a burning irritant. Ancú set his jaw and hissed slightly as the Gondolin Elf pushed it into the wound with his finger.
The bleeding had stopped and so for the moment Ancú would be dry. Roth went and stood by his friend's side, watching over the healing operation. Glorfindel then took the dressings for the wound up and said, "we are going to have to get the rest of that tunic off, you know that." Ancú rolled his eyes and slid it the rest of the ways clear of his body. He shivered and Glorfindel sighed softly muttering under his breath, "only you or Estel or his brothers would manage to do this." Then he thought, 'or perhaps Legolas.'
Glorfindel then took and wrapped the bandages all about Ancú 's middle and made sure they were really tight so that they would support his broken rib as well as keep the entry wound of the projectile clean. When this was done he stood up and reached his hand down in offer to Ancú. The younger Elf clasped it and was pulled to his feet. Ancú looked into Glorfindel's blue eyes and said, "you know I am not going to go to bed."
Glorfindel sighed wearily and said, "so Erestor informed me." He suddenly furrowed his brow and asked, "where is Estel?"
Ancú looked t the floor and shifted to his right foot uncomfortably. He had killed Estel; he could have stopped it. He was sure Aragorn was dead. He wished he had not been there, for then maybe Estel would have been able to make it through the cave without springing the trap as he had don to there demise. "He is dead Glorfindel."
Ancú sobbed and he said, "the cave we were in collapsed and he covered me with his own body because I was too grievously wounded to seek shelter. If he isn't dead he will be soon, for the enemy has him." Ancú watched as a tear fell like a silver raindrop to hit the stone floor and leave a little wet droplet on the ground.
Glorfindel put a finger under the younger's chin and turned his head upwards, "we will find him, don't worry. In the mean time, I think Erestor should inform Lord Elrond, and Rothinzil, you should look after Ancú," he spoke to the archer. Roth nodded slowly. The golden-haired Balrog-Slayer then looked at Ancú and asked, "where are the twins? Don't tell me they too are captured?"
Ancú gave a slight smile but it quickly faded. "They were not when I left, but that was hours ago and who can say what trouble they can find in an hour? I know they went after Estel."
Glorfindel gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder and said, "we will find them and bring them back. You do what you have to, Captain of the Guard of Rivendell." He gave the younger immortal a warm smile and Ancú nodded.
"I will do my best Lord Glorfindel." Glorfindel nodded in return and turned to Erestor. The counselor smiled and Glorfindel walked swiftly past him.
As Glorfindel was going around a corner he ran into Wilwarin. Her ageless face as now streaked with sorrow and worry. "Where are the Lords Elladan and Elrohir?" Her tone sounded urgent.
Glorfindel flashed a warm grin and said, "which one are you looking for?"
She was silent for a moment and said, "I do not know my lord." Her voice sounded hesitant and it wavered with uncertainty.
Glorfindel looked serious and he spoke softly, "one day you will have to choose. They are completely different you know."
He looked into her eyes and saw confusion and loneliness. She whispered, "I know. Elladan is strong, loyal and wise and more serious, he takes on the roll of being like another father to Estel." Her voice was dream like.
Glorfindel muttered under his breath, "Elladan wise? I wonder if she is thinking about THE Elladan and THE Elrohir."
Wilwarin sighed, "and Elrohir is sweet and like a child himself in some ways still. But he is also strong, wise and loyal." She brushed some stray long locks of hair away from her face.
Glorfindel coughed and said quickly, "I have to go my Lady." He smiled and taking her hand, he kissed it gently in reverence of her. For though she was only a kitchen maid, she was still a maiden in the House of Elrond and that counted for more than many thought. Then, the Balrog-Slayer began back down the hall he had been traveling and she watched him leave then turned down another hall on her way back to the kitchens.
Erestor looked at Ancú and he laughed, "you may want to put a shirt on."
The younger Elf laughed and said, "that's a piece of advice I will take you up on."
Roth went up and said, "we have to hurry." Ancú looked at him and nodded so slightly that Erestor did not see it, which was just what he had wanted. "Roth will go with me and you go and inform Lord Elrond about his sons and the action we are taking in Rivendell's defense and the retaking of his youngest child."
Erestor seemed to hesitate before he turned and left. He was not sure, but sensed a bit of mutiny in Ancú 's hazel eyes. He did not know what it meant exactly but he sensed it was some variation of trouble.
Ancú looked at Roth and said, "we are going to have to break the rules and not wear our uniforms on duty."
Rothinzil did not fully comprehend and he said, "come again?" He stood at an angle, placing almost all his weight on his left foot.
The Rivendell Elf sighed and said with a little bit of exasperation edging his voice, "when we are on guard duty we have to have our uniforms on, or well... the matching armor anyway." He sighed heavily and then spoke again, "but it is not that so much. It is the fact that Elrond will not let me do my plan willingly, for it is dangerous, but I know it will work."
Roth gave him an odd look and said, "Elrond has far more wisdom than you. You should heed him Ancú-"
"Its not that, but he wouldn't even let us go against the dark Elves if he thought he could prevent it another way," explained the Rivendell captain anxiously. "He would give himself up, especially if they have his sons." Ancú shook his head. "I can get the twins, Estel and Legolas back and assault the Dark Elves but I cannot allow Lord Elrond to put himself in danger that way. I swore an oath to protect him and Rivendell."
The pair began to exit out of the room and were making their way down the hall towards Anc's room.
"What are you going to do then?" asked Roth with a bit of tension in his voice. He was getting frustrated.
Ancú looked at him and said, "you have to promise not to hinder me in any way." He raised a dark brow and looked Roth in the eyes.
Rothinzil rolled them and asked wearily, "What dictum are you going to contravene?"
Ancú gave a half smile, "I am not sure which one it is, but I am going to have to lock Elrond in his study with Glorfindel and Erestor." They were near his room now and he began to put his hand on the doorknob.
Rothinzil put a hand on top of his friends to stay it and said, "I am almost one-hundred percent certain there is a law against the torment of Elf-lords in their home."
Ancú gave a half shrug and said, "I guess we will have to find out after the fact." He turned the doorknob and they both went in.
Anc's blankets on his bed were all in a jumble and Roth made a tsk noise with his tongue. "Such a neat room you possess." He eyed the clothes that were strewn on the bed with a critical and amused eye.
Ancú snorted, "the other day or well...two to three days ago I could not find the right tunic and I never bothered to put anything back." He suddenly clutched at his side and hissed. A sharp pain raced up and caused a headache. It felt like a wicked game of tag was happening in his chest with sharp pain being "it" and tagging the dull pain.
Rothinzil looked on anxiously and Ancú gave him an assuring smile. "I am fine Roth. It just hurts a little." Rothinzil thought that statement was a bit understated, unless Ancú was doing a new fighting technique that involved clutching one's side and pressing their lips into a line along with a hard glare to follow if anyone should comment.
Roth narrowed his eyes, "you are a good liar, you know that?" He followed Ancú to where the Elf was hunting like a mad thing through a closet for a simple shirt he liked. "Further more, I think you have lost your marbles!"
Ancú stopped long enough to shoot his friend a glare and then muttered almost to himself as he proceeded to dig through his closet again, "well you, Roth, are a few cards short of a deck!" Rothinzil chuckled.
The Mirkwood archer saw a lavender shirt with dark purple embroidery lying on the floor in a heap and he asked, "is that the shirt you are looking for?" He picked it up and tossed it at Ancú 's feet.
The Rivendell Elf snorted, "yes. I bet Elladan and Elrohir were in here at some point."
Rothinzil laughed and said, "I see no incentive for them to venture into your room."
Ancú shot him a deadly scowl and even as he put the shirt on, as he got it over his head he gave a muffled retort, "shut up!" He then buttoned the neck once it was slipped over his head and mumbled something about his hair.
TBC... No true angst. But yay! Elrohir is alive! And what do you all think of Wilwarin?
Looks like Ancú is ready to cause more trouble. LOL
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Deana: Yes, poor everybody. Legolas is getting pretty tired. Thanks for the review.
Mornflower: Yes, well...he can't stay dead forever! So don't worry LOL be happy! Oh! Elladan can see now. Hehehehehe...we realize that was a little confusing, but we are glad you asked, so now you know. There is one thing that must be argued...LEGOLAS IS OURS! We want OUR Elf! Grrr...(grabs Elf and starts running) Legolas: why does this always happen to me?
Oh! Your Elven adviser is hilarious. Glad there is someone who can hold help you keep your sanity, where was someone like that when we needed them? Now it is too late for us! Thanks for the review!
Leela 74: Glad that you like our OC's so well. Ancú and Rothinzil will have their own fic soon. We weren't sure how people would take to it. Although, it will Be Stacee Phelps and Celeb that will be doing that since Ancú is shared by those two really. Stacee just hasn't used the poor guy much yet. But yes, how much trouble can they get into on their own? Before we continue, do you really want to know?
We made you cry? G! Didn't think it was that sad, but yes, it wasn't happy either. Hehehehe. Not that Balrog and the Nazgul again! Our mistake. Muahahahaha! Think what you like. (Celeb: Don't tell her it WASN'T a mistake! Tin: Not if you don't) Thanks for the review and we are flattered that you would dedicate a fic to US of all people!
Kathleen LaCorneille: Your reviews are always such fun to read! Lecture us? Hehehehe. You must recall that strength and stupidity are often hard to tell apart. LOL Yes, poor Ancú! He is in a lot of pain! You wish you could take it away? So does he! LOL Elrohir feeling heavy...it was like the weight of the dead thing. Aragorn being light...that was symbolic that he was alive...you are a bit too hopeful LOL. Yes, poor ranger. I am sure he wants a little TLC but he can't have it yet! You will have to wait to find out about Gilloth, but of course Elrond will forgive him! It wasn't his fault exactly and he was sorry! Roth calling Naneth was rather funny, wasn't it? Hehehehe, glad you liked it. Thanks for the review! It is always such fun to read!
elvengirl13737: Wow, thanks for the review! Elladan got his sight back, YEAH! Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading!
shadowed flames: Ha ha, very cute. Very good laugh over that. Although, we must say, we can't really respond if you don't say a lot! Sorry! LOL