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Chapter 12
"Ada!" Elladan screamed, when he saw his father fall from his steed. Jumping from his own horse he ran over to where his father laid upon the ground, and rolled him over.
"Ada, speak to me, What is wrong?" Elladan said now being joined by the others.
"Estel, pain, he is near death. We must save him." Elrond said, before his head lolled to the side.
Elrohir helped Elladan pick up his father and place him back atop his horse, before turning to King Thranduil. "Before you ask, Ada would want us to move on, and find them both. I do however have to tell you this. I will reclaim my family's honor by beating that so called elf there," he said pointing at Lanthian.
King Thranduil looked at the mighty Lord of Imladris who sat upon his horse, tears now mixing with the blood on his face. "You have my permission to indeed do this."
Lanthian was not only full of fear, but also full of rage. Despite that he now knew Estel's true heritage he was not about to die for his mistake. "What do you mean you agree? I made a mistake, but not one that calls for death. No matter who this adan is I will not die for him."
Elrohir launched himself from his horse only to be caught by his father's hand. "He will never know the true meaning of honor. Let him be for the moment, and let us find your brother."
Elrohir stifled his imploding rage for the elf, and mounted back up, and they were all off, Lanthian riding closely to Thranduil, still hoping his king would not allow his destined fate.
For hours they rode, and some would say it was as if they were gliding upon the ground, for their horses seemed to know the urgency of the mission, and their hooves barely touched the ground as the sped forward. The air suddenly became acrid, and filled with a smoke that was as black as the night. The light of the day seemed to fade away and leave only an unforgiving darkness clinging to everyone's soul. They had entered the realm of none other than Sauron.
"We shall leave the horses here and go the rest of the way on foot." Elladan said taking charge.
"Yes, I agree" Thranduil spoke up. "Many are the minions of Sauron, and he would openly attack any who did enter his realm."
"We are just going to walk into the Black Gate and ask for them back? Are you all without your mind?" Lanthian yelled.
"You should hold your tongue," Elrond said approaching Lanthian, his elven sword drawn. "We are not simply walking into Mordor. We will use stealth, and kill any who come across our path. That would include you, should you try to run like a coward."
Lanthian's sharp tongue could not be harnessed and he spoke again foolishly. "Then I hope you know the blood of one of the first born shall be on your hands. I will not go down without a fight."
Elladan could not be held back, and he backhanded Lanthian across his face. "How dare you speak to my father that way. He grabbed Lanthian by his hair, and drew his own sword.
They were all however halted by a scream that echoed off the valley. They could not tell which one of the two it was, but Lanthian was glad it had stopped the sword from reaching his neck.
Elladan flung Lanthian forward and pointed his sword at his back. "You shall lead the way"
All five of them now crept around the outer rim, of the base of the mountain. Here Elrohir had to choke back a cough as the smell of burnt flesh, and death seeped into his lungs. "Ada, Can you feel them?" he said through his gasps for air.
Elrond tried to sense his son, but all he could feel was pain, and suffering and the slow fall of them into blackness. As the feelings took over him he sank down to his knees for a minute.
"We must hurry, they will not last much longer."
They all stalked closer and saw a group of maybe twenty orcs surrounding a door into a chamber. Pulling his bow Thranduil notched an arrow and fired. The others followed suit and soon the orc bodies littered the black dirt of the ground.
Pushing the dead orcs off the door they all readied themselves to run inside, but their way was blocked by even more orcs. The battle would be too close for bows, and each drew their swords, a look of determination on their faces.
Lanthian already filled with rage over the adan was the first to strike out at them. His sword was swift, and cleaved the orc's head with one stroke, but his attention to the others was not so well. The orc behind him raised his crude weapon to take his elven life, and received a sword through his guts for his action.
"Why did you save me, I thought you wished me dead anyway?" he sneered at Elrohir.
"Aye, You are correct, but I would not have even you die at their hands. If you die it should be by my hands.
Lanthian cringed, for he knew Elrohir spoke only the truth. That the elf would kill him without a thought for what he had done. How was he to know that the adan was Isildur's heir? He could not be blamed for this. His only regret was that he had shamed himself by leaving his prince to go back for the adan by himself. What had he been thinking? Of course the adan could not save his prince, no matter what his bloodline was.
Lanthian called out to the others as he found a clearing in the mass of dead orcs. Each followed him, and up a set of stairs they ran. There in the dark corridor that faced them they heard again the screams. This time however they knew for a fact that it was indeed Legolas.
Thranduil roared and flew down the hall, a hell bent father on a mission to kill whatever was hurting his son.
