Author's notes: Sorry for the delay but work is piling up and trying to decide my next step after university is awfully hard. Whatever I think will be interesting tends to have no jobs in it! Anyway I hope you like this and please leave feedback as I am beginning to drown in essays and any nice words will be so appreciated.

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The Nazgul glanced down with an imperious expression. It saw the mortal creatures hurrying around below trying to defend their pathetic citadel. They had been defeated many times and this time it would be permanent. He turned his creature to do another pass over the fortifications scanning it for its weaknesses, of which he could see many. They had not nearly enough warriors to defend something of this size and they would not hold out for long.

The cries of his fellow Nazgul echoed and the creature descended. It watched as a hail of arrows specifically targeted the creature it was riding.

Fools! It sneered but then the creature faltered. It let out a mournful cry and it veered haphazardly hitting another creature as it fell out of the sky. The Nazgul was stunned and it was thrown to the forest floor as it hit the ground. The creature was dead the Nazgul noted as it rose to its feet. Another creature fell from the sky and it saw the Nazgul that rode it enveloped in flames. With a fury that only a creature of the dark lord could wield the Nazgul strode forward towards the gates. Anything that crossed its path was swept aside, foe and ally alike.

It saw elves and men clustered on the walls with arrows shooting down orcs with accuracy and it saw a blond elf staring straight at it. The face was familiar and it knew that it must be one of the brothers of Sauron's pet the brat prince. The elf held a bow and within it was a flaming arrow, with a smile the elf released the arrow and the Nazgul was able to follow its path as time seemed to slow.

Red engulfed his vision and a severe heat encompassed it as flames engulfed its being. It was soon followed by pain. The Nazgul hadn't realised until this moment that it still could feel pain as intensely as it did. Its body reacted and the sword fell from its malformed and nerveless fingers. Frantically it tried to beat out the fire shrieking as it did so.

Then there was nothing but darkness and it was gone.

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Aeolian let out a cheer as he saw two of the Nazgul brought down. Suddenly self conscious he looked around to make sure that his burst of un – lord like enthusiasm had not been noted. Fortunately for him only Wynean had noticed and the elf winked at him before continuing to fire.

"AEOLIAN!" a voice cried and he turned to see Eomer running towards them.

"Is there a side entrance?" he asked breathlessly.

"What? To the Citadel? Yes! Why?"

"Because there are orcs among us. Not many yet but I fear if they remain unchecked their numbers will increase as more become aware of it."

"Certainly. Follow me. Lets give them something to worry about. Wynean take command. Keep an eye on the gate!"

"Yes my lord. Be safe."

The duo hurried down into the inner citadel slaughtering any orc that they came across. As Eomer said there were only a few but Aeolian supposed that it was due to the fact that the entrance was hidden and narrow.

"Its down here, for some reason it has been opened. Its controlled by elven magic so I don't know how that is possible but I should be able to close it."

"Is there only one?" Eomer asked. "Surely you would have more than one emergency exit!"

"We do but the rest are hidden carefully there is only one way that the orcs could get in."

"Are you sure you can't get in the other ways?" Eomer said sceptically.

"If four devious little elflings couldn't get in a bunch of dumb orcs can't either."

"Your poor father!" Eomer commiserated.

"Yes but it was absolutely brilliant fun!" the elf exclaimed as they peered into the dark passageway. At the end was a small doorway where a couple of orcs were directing other creatures inside.

"So we rush them and you close the door."

"That's the plan and hopefully it will work."

"What do you mean hopefully?"

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Kiren hit the floor again and skidded back a few paces. Dazed he remained still for a few moments gathering his senses. The Nazgul certainly lived up to the status as a formidable foe. There were four of them against it and it was still holding its own, more than that in fact but still if it was aiding Legolas he would fight it till he could no more.

"Are you alright?" Aragorn gasped as he withdrew for a few seconds as Azian and Thranduil pressed their attack.

"Well I think all my limbs are still attached but I wonder how long that will last."

"Hopefully for a long time." The man said as he helped the elf to his feet.

"Doesn't look likely though does it?" Kiren stated as Azian was flung to the ground swiftly followed by Thranduil.

"We could save some time and just throw ourselves to the ground?" Eomer pondered as he hurried forward again. Before he could reach the creature it began to scream. All four of them froze; the scream was almost human and was pain filled.

"What on Middle Earth is going on?" Azian said confused. The Nazgul began to thrash around on the ground.

"Did we do that?" Aragorn asked equally baffled.

"The beating he was giving us I highly doubt it." Thranduil commented.

"So they have done something?" Kiren indicated the quartet.

"That would seem to be the case. So what do we do now?"

"Wait I guess."

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Gandalf was furious and Sauron was no match for an angry wizard. The two were locked in a combat that Elrond and Legolas could not follow.

"Are you well?" Elrond asked the young elf. Legolas turned his head slowly.

"I am so tired." He whispered.

"I know you are my friend. You have been fighting longer and harder than anyone I have ever known. Just last a little longer and you will be fine."

"That may have worked when I was little but not now. If we win this what then? We can't go back to how it was before!"

Elrond watched at emotions flittered across the younger elf's face; fear, doubt and exhaustion. He could not imagine what was going on in Legolas's head.

"When this is over Legolas you and I will have a lengthy talk. You can tell me anything and I will listen without comment. You are a brave and precious individual who means more to Middle Earth than you will ever know."

Elrond watched the small smile appear and he returned one of his own.

"Excuse me!" an irritated but amused voice snapped.

"Are you quite done?" Gandalf asked.

Legolas rolled his eyes.

"Need help now do you old man?" he replied cheekily before raising his weapon and charging. Elrond quickly joined them.

"Asking for help my friend? Wonders shall never cease!" the elf lord teased and Gandalf managed a glare before he turned his attention back to the fight. Unfortunately the next few seconds had not been anticipated by the wizard. Sauron had stepped away to avoid Elrond's blow but Legolas managed a lucky shot. His sword passed into the body of Sauron and the two screamed.

Legolas let go of the sword and dropped to the floor like a stone. Sauron had fallen as well and both were thrashing as in agony. Before either Gandalf or Elrond could react they passed out.

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