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Elrond woke up to be greeted with Aragorn's concerned gaze inches from his own. He could not hold back his flinch. Aragorn flinched too and sat back.

"What happened?" he murmured as he pushed himself up. Kiren was knelt next to Gandalf peering at him in a similar way that Aragorn had been doing to Elrond moments before.

Thranduil and Azian were crouched over a stricken Legolas. The young elf was keening while rocking back and forth on the ground as if in agony.

Thankfully both Sauron and the Nazgul were still with no signs of life.

"I am too old for this!" Gandalf groaned his frequent complaint before sitting up suddenly and sending Kiren sprawling. He moved quickly to Legolas's side.

Muttering curse words the wizard moved the two panicked relatives away from the elf's side. Elrond dragged himself to join the pair.

"What is it? What's happened?"

"They are still connected…somehow. They shouldn't be…I don't understand it."

"Okay they are still connected but surely a sword wound wouldn't have taken down Sauron?" Aragorn questioned. "Something else is going on."

"You are correct Aragorn."

"Indeed Aragorn you are correct." A voice spat accompanied my choking sounds. Legolas had Azian by the throat and was attempting to squeeze the life out of him. His eyes had gone a deep black colour and his voice was that of Sauron.

"So you have taken over the body of a tormented elf again… how brave!" Gandalf sneered. Azian fell from Sauron's vice like grip as the dark lord turned his attention back to Gandalf.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" Thranduil roared. "LEGOLAS HAS BEEN DAMAGED ENOUGH AND I WILL END IT NOW EVEN IF I HAVE TO KILL MY OWN SON!"

"You are a coward Thranduil, you cannot kill him!" Sauron mocked. Thranduil was visibly shaking as he was trying to hold himself together while about to make a decision that would probably have profound effects.

"I will save him from a monster and he will thank me." The elf replied and then he did something that no one anticipated.

The elf lord held up his sword and stabbed it through Legolas's heart. For a few seconds the whole world seemed to freeze. Even the sounds of breathing were strangely absent. Legolas's eyes widened in shock and then fell forward. Thranduil caught him and they both fell to the ground. Then Thranduil began to scream. The screams were heart wrenching as the elf began to sob hysterically as he clutched the now lifeless body of his son.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me." He repeated endlessly as he rocked Legolas almost violently.

Elrond could not move as the horrific scene unfolded before him. Thranduil had acted so quickly that they could not stop him.

"NO!" Azian screamed rushing the two. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU BASTARD!" The elf screamed as he hit Thranduil hard over and over again.

"MURDERER!"

Kiren quickly moved to Azian and wrapped his arms around him to prevent the hysterical elf from doing any more damage to himself or Thranduil.

"I HATE YOU!" Azian spat. Kiren whispered soothing words of nonsense in an attempt to calm his friend. Soon Azian dissolved into tears.

Aragorn was frozen he was mouthing words but nothing was coming out. His sword had fallen to the ground forgotten as he watched the dead body of his friend in his father's arms.

Elrond turned to Gandalf his own shock making him seem like he was wading through mud, his mind was clouded.

Gandalf had moved to Sauron and was muttering wildly. Elrond just couldn't bring himself to do anything. It couldn't end like this. After all the fighting Legolas could not be dead lying in his fathers arms.

"My friend I need your help." Gandalf called but the wizard had to repeat himself many times before Elrond finally heard him through his extreme grief.

"What?" he whispered his voice cracking.

"I need your assistance. We can bind him if we act now. Trap him and prevent him from returning."

Elrond staggered to his side before collapsing to his knees.

"I know this is hard but please you have to concentrate." The wizard whispered. The elf lord nodded and tried to pull the last visages of his strength together. With a deep breath he left the present and joined minds with Gandalf.

Kiren held his sobbing and shuddering friend. Azian's tears were soaking into his shoulder but it didn't even occur to him to do anything about it as his own were running just as blindly down his face. He ran his hand over Azian's hair as if he was a small child.

He was watching Thranduil rocking Legolas. The elder elf's light was dimming already. He hoped with all his heart that Thranduil and Azian would not fade. It would leave only Aeolian and surely the older brother would fade as well. He prayed that he was not witnessing the destruction of the royal family in one agonising second.

Suddenly he sensed something behind him. He turned quickly sending Azian to the floor ready to defend his grief stricken friends. The two pure ones were moving towards Thranduil. Kiren rose prepared to challenge them should they do anything to harm his king. They slowly knelt and placed their hands on Legolas's body. It appeared to Kiren that Thranduil didn't even register their presence. A glow encompassed the three of them and Kiren felt a slight burst of hope.

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"Now would be a good time!" Eomer cried as he was pinned to the wall by two orcs.

"Don't rush me!" Aeolian responded as he staggered backwards from a blow. He opened his mouth to utter the words needed but an orc hit him in the mouth splitting his lip.

"Well we don't have time…just say the words."

"I'm trying!" he spat out. Blood ran out of his mouth and he shoved an orc away. He quickly blurted out the words. Nothing happened.

"Quickly!" Eomer cried again.

"Its not working."

"WHAT!"

Aeolian bit back a barrage of insults and curse words that would have been directed at the man and instead took out his pent up aggression on the next orcs. Again he repeated the words but there was nothing.

"What is the problem?" Eomer demanded appearing next to him, bloodied but relatively unharmed.

"I don't know."

"Maybe the password changed?" Eomer said and he pushed Aeolian down as he stabbed an orc.

"That's not how it works!" Aeolian stated. "It should recognise me for who I am."

"Could it be broken?"

Aeolian snorted but then attempted again. Instead of the door closing the orcs seemed to panic and flee.

"Okay not what we were going for but still great! You have to teach me what you did!" Eomer exclaimed with a smile.

"Elven magic cannot be taught and I did not do that." The elf said confused.

"Sir, Sir, Sir!" an excited voice cried and a young elf came barrelling round the corner.

"What is it?" Aeolian questioned anticipating all sorts of disasters.

"They've run away."

"Who's run away?" he stated trying to draw information out of the excited elf.

"The orcs and Nazgul. They seemed to pause and then suddenly turned and fled. Wynean sent me to find you."

"Something has happened at the tower." Eomer commented and they hurried back to Wynean's position.

"I can't explain it my lord." The elder elf said looking lost.

"I want a count of all who are able to fight. Then divide them into two thirds and a third. The third will accompany me to the tower. Something has happened I know it! The two thirds will remain as a defensive force."

Wynean nodded. "Yes sir."

'Please let them all be alright' Aeolian prayed.

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