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Elrohir ran. He had nearly reached Ilmadris, but was exhausted, body slick with sweat and blood. Adrenaline was all that kept him going. Moments later, he arrived. Running inside he made his way through the hall.

"ADA! ADA!" Elrohir cried as loudly as he could. He thundered up the stairs. "ADA!"

Elrond appeared, looking very worried. "Elrohir, what is wrong? Is Elladan hurt? Why are you covered in blood?"

"L…L… Legolas" Elrohir gasped, "T... ree… c…c…come…n…now"

"Ion nin, calm down a moment and tell me what happened!"

"JUST COME!" Elrohir cried in anguish.

Elrond, noting the panic in his son's voice, followed with no further question. The two ran back to the spot where Elrohir had left Elladan and Legolas, desperately hoping they were not to late.

Legolas was losing too much blood. Elladan knew this. Elladan also knew his brother was a very fast runner, especially when pumped on adrenaline, and only hoped he would get back in time to save Legolas. Legolas had his face dug into Elladan's neck, sobbing. He seemed to know he was in danger of losing his life.

"Legolas," Elladan said soothingly, "You've got to try and stop crying, Legolas. You're going to make yourself sick."

Indeed, Legolas did make himself sick. He pulled away from Elladan and leaned over to gag into the grass, an absolutely disgusted expression on his face. Elladan pulled Legolas's hair from his face so it would not get soiled, and put a steadying hand on his shoulder. When Legolas recovered he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and collapsed back onto Elladan, looking pitifully up into his eyes.

"I'm going to die, aren't I, El?" He said softly and weakly.

"Not if I have anything to do with it, Legolas." Said Elladan, and he encompassed the elfling in a hug.

"EL! ELLADAN! ARE YOU THERE?" Elladan heard his brother cry out.

"ELROHIR! ELROHIR! OVER HERE! HURRY!" Elladan yelled back, still cradling Legolas in his arms,

Elrohir and Elrond came crashing through the trees toward them.

"Oh, Valar!" Elrond swore, color draining from his face at the sight of Legolas. "Elrohir, I know you are exhausted, but you have to run back to Ilmadris. Keep king Thranduil out of the way, Alright? I won't be able to do a thing with his hovering around! Go! NOW! Make haste!"

Elrohir, trusting his father, hotfooted it out of there. Elrond turned to Elladan.

"Elladan, you will have to lift him." Elladan obediently made to pick Legolas up. "No! Not like that! Lift him like you would a very small sleeping child." Elladan lifted, in the proper fashion this time. They started toward Ilmadris.

"Thranduil, mlord, you must comply!" Elrohir begged the King.

Thranduil grimaced. "My son may need me, Elrohir! You cannot ask me to keep away!"

"Please?" Elrohir replied meekly, tears brimming in his eyes. "Ada said so, he would not have if it weren't entirely necessary!"

Thranduil did see the logic in this. "Alright, I will stay out of the way for a little while."

"Thank you, sir!" Elrohir replied before dashing to Legolas's room to wait.