Title: Twist of Fate

Summary: see chapter one

Disclaimer: see chapter one

A/N: Still an AU fic any reviews are welcome, all flames are amusing.

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Chapter 13

Inside the small room Sauron's patience had worn out. The elf and human, were withstanding everything he threw at them, and this angered him. He had beaten them down, taken their courage, and twisted it to make them cower at his feet, and yet they refused to give him the human's name. He would break them, and as he thought this he walked over to the elf.

"Well my young elf, if you will not tell me on your own I shall take the information from your mind."

Legolas flinched at hearing these words and tried furiously to get away to no avail. As Sauron approached he turned his head to meet Estel's gaze. "I will not reveal you to him mellon nin." He however was not prepared for the onslaught that Sauron brought.

Sauron had simply placed his hands on the elf's head, and then the screams began. Estel wanted to help but he could not move away from his restraints. Legolas' screams echoed off the walls of the room, and pierced Estel's very soul. "Would Legolas be able to withstand this demon?"

Legolas screamed out one last time, and then his head fell forward. His eyes were open, but they held nothing in them, only a blank stare. It was as if all life again had been drained from him, and he was merely a body without a soul. This scared Estel, deep down all the way to the core of his existence. As he saw Sauron approach him he said a silent prayer to Valar to make his death swift.

"Your friend it seems calls you Estel. How is it that a human receives and elven name, and Hope at that? Who is your father, and why did he take in you?"

Estel let a small smile flitter across his face. He breathed in a sigh of relief that Legolas even in his last efforts, had revealed nothing but Estel. He however did not think he was as strong, and twisted in the rope. "It may be because good shall overtake evil always. I will tell you nothing. I will not dishonor my friend, or my father, by giving you any information."

"Have it your way human scum. It should be easy to withdraw what I desire from your weak mind." With this Sauron placed his hands above Estel's head, and at once Estel felt like his head was being pried open with a fork.

The pain was unbearable, it was looking for something, and angered each time it met the wall Estel had put up in his mind. Estel had thought only of his time with Legolas, and nothing more. Of their adventures abroad, and their many outings out on a hunt. He would not let himself think of his father, his brothers for he knew harm would come to them. He shuddered as Sauron let out a howl.

"How can you hide this information from me!" he yelled out.

Estel lifted his head, blood gushing from his nose and mouth. "It could be that you are not as powerful as you think yourself to be. One day your wretched kind will wither away and die. I will not falter, and I will not help you, even if I die trying." Estel choked out.

"As you wish" Sauron said as he placed his hands again atop Estel's head. The screams could be heard throughout the valley, and in the hall where Elrond and Thranduil stood at the door.

Outside the door the screams of both sons could be heard, and this fueled the anger of the fathers and brothers. The only one who seemed to be without worry for the occupants inside was Lanthian.

"We must get through this door!" Thranduil bellowed.

"Move out of the way," Elladan yelled, and as Thranduil turned he saw the young elf running full force at the structure. With one big crash the door fell open, and into the room stepped the five elves.

Sauron furious at being disrupted, turned to kill whatever orc had dared to interrupt him. Releasing his hold on the human for a moment, he turned arms raised to strike. What he saw brought a small look of fear over his face. There stood two of the elven lords, and three others.

"What are you doing here!" he demanded.

He got no response as Thranduil rushed him in a blaze of fury. This was unexpected, and Sauron faltered and fell. Standing back up he grabbed Estel and snatched him from his bonds. The sickening sound of the ropes breaking made all in the room stop in their tracks. Estel they noticed made no noise, and Elrond wondered if his son still lived. Elrohir was not so patient and he rushed at Sauron without thinking.

Sauron laughed as he flung the elf aside as if he were nothing. This brought Elrond's father instinct to the forefront and before he knew it the air in the room began to swirl. Releasing some of Vilya's power into the room had thrown Sauron off, and Elrond and Thranduil took this time to go to their sons.

"Legolas, can you hear me?" Thranduil asked as he undid the rope from his son's waist.

Legolas stared at him with unknowing eyes. He could see his father's worry, and yet he could do nothing to ease his fears. The words would not form on his lips, and his mind seemed trapped in the darkness where Sauron had placed it.

Elladan, readied himself to get to his brother, but he was shocked as the room flooded with a barrage of orcs. His fury at the shape of Estel rang through as he killed orc after orc brutally.

Elrond wanted nothing more than to get to his son, and he pushed his way past the steady stream of orcs. Finally he reached his son's crumpled body, and his eyes welled up with tears. Estel, ion nin, can you here me? Speak to me."

Estel's head lolled to the side, and he opened his lips to speak, but no words came out. He wanted to scream out to his father how happy he was to see him. He wanted to tell him of Legolas' bravery, and how he had not revealed him. He also wanted to tell his Ada that he had not dishonored him by telling the monster his name, but he could not speak, the words would not come out just yet.

Elrond went to pick up his son, but he was caught by the collar and pulled up from the floor. He came face to face with a gruesome looking orc. Elrond was livid and he put his sword straight through the eye of the orc who dared to glare at him.

It seemed everyone had forgotten Sauron who was watching the whole scene unfold before him. His mind was reeling, and then the thought came to him. Why not kill the elven lords, and rid himself of yet another obstacle in his path of destruction of Arda. He would then take his time and leisurely kill the adan and make the elf his minion. Raising his voice above the din, he spoke to Thranduil, and Elrond.

"Well it seems you have wandered into my domain. Now that you are here I shall cleanse Arda of your stench, then I can begin my reign as the ruler over all races."

Thranduil raising his sword and Elrond brandishing his and Vilya temporarily laid their sons down to kill Sauron. They did not think in their fury, and the orcs swarmed past them, headed straight for Estel and Legolas.

Elladan and Elrohir fought like they had never fought before. They stood between their fallen friend and brother and the orcs. Sweat poured from each one of their brows as the fight had been long already, and yet more orcs still came through the door. Elrohir stepped to the side, and avoided being beheaded by the mace that was swung at him. He was however not swift enough to avoid the arrow that penetrated his arm. With a small cry, his body hit the floor.

Elladan watched with pride as his brother avoided the made, but his gaze soon turned to horror when he saw Elrohir struck in the arm, and go down to his knees. Rushing to him he cleaved the head off the nearby orc. As he reached down to help Elrohir up, he glanced at Lanthian who was nearing Estel and Legolas. He quickly helped Elrohir to his feet.

"Elrohir, how does your arm fare? Can you continue on?"

Elrohir started to tell his brother that he was fine even though his arm burned from the poison already, but his words were halted in the warning as the sword was headed for his brothers back. "Dan, move!" he yelled, but it was a moment to late.

Elladan had moved enough to save himself from the blunt of the sword, but his leg was sliced through to the muscle and he fell unable to get back up.

What no one saw was Estel trying to crawl to the exit of the room, dragging Legolas behind him. He was determined to get his friend to safety, even if it meant he would die in the process. His nose continued to bleed, and he could hear his own moans, as the broken bones grinded together. He was almost to the door when the orc stepped in front of him.

"Well, well look at what is trying to crawl away like a little rat."

Lanthian also saw the orc and he rushed to get to his prince. Surely Legolas would die if he had only the adan to save him, even if he was Isildur's heir. What he saw next though sent all his previous thoughts of the human away. The orc had notched an arrow and turned to fire it straight into Legolas' heart, but Estel and placed his own body over the prince, and took the arrow in the arm to save him. Lanthian shook the look of horror and amazement from his face and ran to them.

"Well, how nice of you to sacrifice yourself for the elf," the orc spat, but seeing as you wish to die first I will oblige you." Notching another crude, black arrow the orc drew it back aiming right for Estel's heart.

Lanthian had no time to think. He merely dived in front of the arrow. The arrow caught him right in the chest, and he fell like a rock atop Estel.

"Lanthian, why would you do that? Why would you sacrifice yourself for me, and adan?" Estel whispered.

"Just consider it a long overdue debt repaid to a friend," Lanthian said as his eyes closed taking him away to the Halls of Mandos.

Estel held rolled Lanthian to the side, and continued his efforts to drag Legolas to the door. He was almost there and he could see no one coming in the hallway, when he heard Sauron's voice.

"Elrond you have defied my intentions for the last time. Now I shall take great pleasure in killing you."

Estel saw his father fall beneath the hands of Sauron being placed upon his head, but he was then amazed as the golden glow encased his father, and the wind in the room picked up. Estel finally gave up on his attempt to move any further, and simply covered Legolas with his own body against the rocks that were falling from the roof.

Elrond was angry, and he was unleashing Vilya. He knew he had to stop it before all in the room were killed by the roof caving in, but Sauron had pushed him too far. His worry over Estel, and Legolas had been to great, and when he saw Elladan and Elrohir fall too his rage had overcome him. No one would take his sons from him. He closed his eyes and tried to calm the burning desire to kill in his mind. Opening them again he saw the orcs, and Sauron buried under a pile of rubble. Quickly accessing the situation he ran to Thranduil.

"Can you walk my friend, or does your wound pain you too much?"

"This," Thranduil said pointing to his arm. "This is nothing more than a scratch, and I think we should leave before he wakens."

"I agree." Elrond spoke and he was off to collect his sons and carry them out of this chamber of horrors.