Title: Twist of Fate

Summary: see chapter one

Disclaimer: see chapter one

A/N: Any reviews will be welcomed, please forgive any errors

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Chapter 14

Elrond sidestepped an orc head, and scrambled over the dead bodies of orcs that littered the floor. Kicking the last one out of his way he found Elrohir. Elrohir sat with tears in his eyes staring at a prone figure upon the floor. Elrond rushed to him and picked up his chin so he could meet his gaze.

"Where is your brother?" he asked seeing that Elladan was not around.

Elrohir pointed to the prone figure on the floor half covered by an orc and stifled the sob in his throat. Elrond then realized that it was indeed Elladan, and flung the orc off him.

"Elladan, can you hear me?" he asked as he saw the deep gash in his leg.

Elladan moaned and then tried to sit up. "Ada I am fine, I was just knocked out when the ceiling started to cave in. It was you wasn't it Ada? How did you do it?"

"That my son is a question for some other time, for now we need to get out of here. Can you walk?"

Elladan tried to stand up, but his knees wobbled beneath him. "I think I can make it Ada if someone will help me."

Elrohir who had been watching all this unfold ran up and tackled Elladan back down to the ground. "I thought you were dead!"

"I may be if you do that again," Elladan winced as his leg pained him more now that he had been tackled.

Elrohir hung his head in shame. "I am sorry Dan. It just joyed me to see that you still lived. Come I will help you for we must get Estel and Legolas out of here before Sauron wakens, and kills us all."

Elrond now knowing his sons would be okay went to help Thranduil find the others. He spotted Legolas' blond hair amongst the blackness that filled the room, and called for Thranduil. Thranduil stood as if in shock, staring at all the destruction.

"How can he hate so much, how can he kill at whim? What have we ever done to him?"

"Sauron's mind is black with hate, and his soul resides in the deepest corners of misery. It is not our place to try to reason why his soul is tainted, only to fight the evil that he creates."

Thranduil blinked a few times and then broke out in a small chuckle. "You know you just sounded like that old Gandalf. Now let us find our sons and be out of this place."

Elrond nodded and they both searched the rubble were Estel and Legolas had been seen when they entered. Stumbling over bodies, and kicking them aside they finally found the poles each had been tied to. What they saw where dead orcs and no sign of their sons. Fear crept into Elrond's heart that his son, the hope of all men had died.

Elrond was about to fall into despair, but Thranduil was tapping him on the shoulder. When Elrond did not respond to his gestures he began to drag the mighty elven lord towards the door. What both had failed to see seconds ago were the slide marks where Estel had dragged Legolas along the floor.

Running over they saw Estel, his body flung over Legolas, as they huddled in the doorway. Thranduil slowly picked Estel up and handed his broken body to his father. Cradling his own son he spoke to them while the twins stood nearby.

"Legolas, Can you hear me?"

"We have no time for talks, we must first get out of here." Elrond spoke as he gathered Estel in his arms and took off running out of the demonic cavern.

Once they had made it outside they mounted the horses and took off with haste. "We will not make it back to Imladris or Mirkwood in enough time. I fear their injuries are grave." Elrond said galloping out into the dreaded valley.

"We shall not stop today until we are free and clear from this evil place" Thranduil snarled.

Riding until the sun was about to set they were finally free from the evilness of Mordor, and stopped to rest the elven steeds who were now breathing heavy and foaming at the mouth.

Elrond took this time to pull Estel from the horse and lay him upon the ground, Thranduil doing the same to Legolas. Elrond preceded to ask them both many questions, but all he got in return were blank stares.

"Estel answer me!" he said sternly hoping to provoke his son. "What was done to you and Legolas?"

Estel stared deep into his fathers eyes, and finally gathered all his strength to whisper. "The horrors, it was too much. He lives in my mind." and then he said no more for the pain of his injuries took him back to unconsciousness.

Elladan gestured for his father to come over to where he stood. "Ada will they be well again?"

Elrond placed his hands on Elladan's shoulders. "My son they have seen things no mortal or elf should ever see. They may never come back to what they used to be. We can only hope that they will recover. Now show me your injuries so that I may bandage them properly."

This brought a scowl from Elladan, but he did as his father bade him. His heart however was with his brother and friend. His mother had also encountered horrors to which she could not come back from, and she had to sail to forget. Legolas could sail, and he would see him again someday, but what of Estel, what of his brother? Would he ever be the same, or would he continue to be the quivering mass that lay near him now?"

After everyone had been tended they mounted back up, all too glad to be even further from the blackness of Mordor. "We should ride swiftly to Lothlorien. Galadriel may know what to do." Elrond spoke and was off.

Four four days they rode only stopping to water, and rest the horses for an hour at a time. None had slept in those four days, and they had eaten very little. All this seemed unimportant compared to the struggles the two were undertaking. Their ride had only been hindered when one of them screamed out. This did not make anyone stop for they knew there was nothing they could do.