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Gandalf considered the plan presented to him, granted it was probably suicide but then again they were about to be overwhelmed and massacred by this new army.

"Well it's a plan." He stated to the awaiting group.

"And? What do you think?" Kiren questioned eagerly, desperate to get going.

"It's a plan."

The elf rolled his eyes.

"I suggest that Thranduil, Elrond, Aragorn, Kiren and myself are the ones to go. Eomer can command the men, Gimli the dwarfs and Aeolian the elves."

"We will be destroyed before you could reach the tower." Gimli pointed out.

"If you remain here but I propose a withdrawal. They cannot keep the formation going through the trees and the Nazgul won't be able to get a fix on your locations."

Thranduil answered. "Get my elves to lead you; they know places that no one else could even find."

"It's a shame that Legolas and Azian are not with us as their ability to hide is unparalleled." Aeolian commented with a sad smile. Thranduil looked towards the tower and felt his heart tug.

"Um the dragon just exploded?!" Kiren said confused pointing at the falling star dust where the dragon used to be.

"Ah so it doesn't last as long as I thought it would." Gandalf noted thoughtfully. "I must remember that in the future."

"If you live to see it." Aeolian murmured as he watched the dark enemy increase their pace towards the survivors now that the threat of the dragon had disappeared.

"Whatever we are planning to do we must do it now." Elrond interrupted. Thranduil and Gandalf nodded in agreement.

"Regroup at the Citadel." Thranduil said to his son.

"Where is Eomer?" Gimli asked realising that a key figure in their plan was not present.

"He will be with you shortly." Gandalf replied mysteriously. No one questioned him not wanting to get into a conversation that would leave them more confused than when they began.

"Let us go then." Elrond said.

"Good luck father." Aeolian said gripping his arm in a farewell salute.

"And to you too."

With a cry the group galloped off, away from the army but towards to the tower. Aeolian turned to Gimli.

"Shall we?" he asked with an elaborate flourish of his arms. Gimli grumbled and shook his head muttering about elves and their ceremonies.

"RETREAT INTO THE TREES!" Aeolian cried and swiftly set about dividing his elves up to take command of various groups and lead them towards the Citadel.

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Legolas darted around another corner leaving Azian behind again. Cursing under his breath Azian sprinted to keep up with him. Legolas seemed to know where he was going but Azian had no idea and he had no wish to become lost forever in this evil maze.

"Would you stop leaving me behind?! I don't want to become lost."

"Then move faster." Was Legolas's only response.

"I will chop off a leg if I thought it would slow you down." Azian shot back breathing heavily. "Don't you find it a bit odd that we have not come across a single orc?"

"Luck."

"That will be a sharp change in fortune and a damned fortunate time at that."

"I know." Legolas said dropping to a crouch and pausing for breath. "He knows we are here and doesn't want his prize damaged."

Azian almost choked. "And that doesn't concern you because? He is waiting for us and I guess it is not to be granted our unconditional freedom with the promise that he will never threaten Middle Earth again."

"Well he could have had a dramatic change of heart?" Legolas grinned.

"I have always thought your black humour is just too black."

Legolas's face suddenly became solemn.

"Azian he is going to be after me. He is going to try and take control of me. Do not let his attention get focused on you. I want you to be there if anything goes wrong."

"I hardly think I will be able to kill Sauron!" Azian said alarmed. With a serious expression Legolas spoke.

"That is not what I meant."

Azian pondered the words confused.

"What?... No…no! You cannot ask me to do that. I will not do that."

"I will not be a prisoner within my mind again. Please…"

"I couldn't kill you…by the Valor…please do not ask that of me." Azian implored. "Is that all you allowed me along for? To kill you? How could you?"

Anguish filled Legolas's eyes. "I'm sorry it was stupid of me to ask. Let us go."

"No." Azian grabbed his arm pulling him back down. "You cannot ask that and then take it back as if nothing has happened."

"It was selfish of me to ask. I apologise."

"Legolas?"

"We need to go."

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Sauron sat on the ornate throne that dominated the room using his all seeing eye to monitor the progress of the two elven princes. He let them come relishing the prospect of finally breaking his prize and have him beg for mercy that Sauron would not give.

"My lord?" the only other occupant of the room spoke.

"Yes." He hissed clearly showing his displeasure at being disrupted.

"What do you want me to do with the wizard?"

"Bring him here. I would like to show him exactly what it means to disobey me."

"Yes my lord."

Returning his attention back to Legolas and his little brother he saw that they had reached the door. They crouched down by it and Sauron decided that he wasn't going to wait for whatever plan they had thought up. With a flick of the wrist the doors swung open violently making a loud crashing noise. Both elves turned startled in his direction, the annoying brother looking terrified.

"You took your time. I was wondering if you had got lost."

Legolas rose to his feet, planting himself in front of his brother and fixing the evil creature with a glare that would have frozen water.

"So you have reclaimed your fire and spirit then my little prince."

"I am not your little prince." Legolas spat.

"So what are you planning to do then 'little' prince? Kill me? This should be interesting! Please continue."

Legolas reached over and picked up a goblet off the nearby table and threw it at Sauron. The creature caught it with a laugh and turned briefly to place it on the arm of his throne. Turning back he saw Legolas had moved to stand in front of him. With a flash the elf slashed his knife across the dark creatures face. With a shriek Sauron flew to his feet. The knife had hurt more than it should have. The 'little' prince had been granted a great power from that meddling wizard.

"Are you interested now?" Legolas sneered and Sauron smiled deep within his black soul.

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