Estel wiped away the threatening tears with the back of his hand as he thought of the conversation with Elladan. He had not meant it like that and Elladan had never reacted in such a manner, or lifted a finger to the Human until now. Unconsciously his hand crept to his face where the bruise was well formed. Suddenly a familiar screech reached his ears, he cursed mentally for not bringing any weapons and they were close. Probably close enough for them to see him if he moved, he crouched low behind a bush hoping they would move on swiftly.

Not so lucky.

''Ere,' an Orc came from behind, Estel mentally kicked himself for not being aware of things around him, 'this is the uman dat is always wiy dem blasted elves.' One called dragging him out.

Estel turned in the creature's grasp and tried fighting back , but more soon joined in the fight.

'Be gentle boys, we all wan a play wiy it, but not if its dead.' The leader cautioned as they dragged the beaten bloodied form to him. 'you can pay for all those lives them Elves av killed…dunt worry, we av ways of makin ya pay, but keeping ya alive…' he grinned maliciously and drove a poisoned dagger straight through his shoulder, a loud yell of pain ripped through the surrounding area. The orc twisted the dagger and roughly ripped it out, eliciting more glorious sounds of pain from their captive.

Estel's eyes widened in fear as a cruel looking whip were brought out. It had shards of glass, nails and things he probably did not want to know about knotted in the several lashes. He could not help yelling in pain as it lashed across his back several times, ripping his shirt and flesh. He was begging for unconsciousness to take him, but it would not.

Elladan's hearing picked up cries from a short distance away, coming from a voice he knew too well. A new fire of hate and bloodlust riled within him. His good hand was so tight around his sword hilt that it was completely white.

'Elladan, wait up,' Elrohir called.

The elder twin faced the younger; a deeper layer of pain scorched his burning eyes at every cry that was heard. This was his fault; he knew that and no one would tell him otherwise. Hold on Estel, I'm coming, he thought racing off towards the cries.

'Elladan, wait,' he heard Elrohir call again, but took no notice.

'Why do I have a feeling he is going to do something stupid?' Elrohir muttered.

'We have to go back and tell your father and Glorfindel how close the Orcs are,' Legolas stated.

'But Elladan…'

'There is nothing we can do for him. He has his mind set on saving Estel, no one will change that. Perhaps he will be able to hold his own long enough.' Legolas ran back the way they came.

'What if he can't?' Elrohir murmured glancing back once more before following the Sindar.