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Author's Note- Sorry that this is a short chapter but I have a TON of school work. Thanks for all the e-mails and such. You guys are great!
Sartarian's sword started towards Legolas' chest and Thranduil averted his eyes, unable to see the death of his youngest: again.
There was a clash of metal as Legolas thrust his sword in a parrying move. The brothers stared transfixed at their youngest brother. It was hard to grasp for they had believed him dead for nigh on a century.
Thus followed a very intricate dance in swords. Sartarian had underestimated Legolas' skill when he believed him to be a mere elfling. His troubles with orcs and other evil creatures had caused him to be an amazing warrior: deadly in his twin knives, sword and of course, his archery.
No-one breathed as Legolas and Sartarian were locked in a duel to the death. No-one wanted to disturb the warriors' concentration. Ten breathless minutes passed where the hall was as silent as stone. Every move Sartarian made, Legolas countered and attacked.
Suddenly, a noise was made and Legolas' concentration faltered. Sartarian used the chance to stab him in the stomach. Calarian, Eldran and Thranduil struggled against their bonds. Legolas took a few deep breaths. Sartarian, thinking that this was the end, attacked again only to be countered by Legolas' sword.
There was an audible sigh of relief, much to Sartarian's annoyance. Glaring at his guards, Legolas took his chance and, using his sword, flung Sartarian's sword away from him. Stabbing Sartarian in the stomach as well, he pushed him onto the floor.
"Didn't I tell you that you would be begging mercy from my hand?" he whispered softly.
"Indeed you did," groaned Sartarian, "though you have never thought about my having a secret weapon!" Finishing saying that, he quickly reached for his boot and pulled out a dagger and flung it with all his might at Legolas' chest.
Legolas moved quickly, but not quick enough and received the dagger in his top left chest.
Groaning he said, "You took my family away from me for over 80 years. You tortured innocent elves and have been a burden on Mirkwood, no doubt killing others. For this, you will die!" Without further ado, he flung his sword onto Sartarian's bare chest, straight into the heart. Sartarian was dead, no longer able to spill his malice into Mirkwood.
For several moments, no-one spoke. Then Thranduil and his sons, flung off their shackles and gags and rushed forward. They stopped a few feet away from Legolas.
Thranduil whispered, "My son."
Legolas took one step towards them, gazing at Thranduil with beautiful blue eyes the colour of the sky, before saying, "I'm sorry. At least I could see you one last time." Saying that, he slumped forward onto the ground in a pool of red blood.
A/N- Ooooooh! Bit of a cliff hanger there! Don't worry, though. Next chappie is up very soon. Just need to finish up. Next chapter will be up in the next day or so.