When the Snow Falls Red

Chapter 19: More Bloodshed

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Eärendir was running though the forest. He was almost caught. He had almost gotten that other healer killed. Almost. He was tired of "almost." He needed thing to happen.

He slowed his pace as he got closer to the cave. Something was not right. He heard too many voices. He crept through the shadows and got closer to the cave, and he heard the familiar voice of the princess. Eärendir narrowed his eyes. Those lousy guards had betrayed him and saved that wretched princess and her escort.

He edged his way closer to the cave and peered inside. Everyone was moving about, save for the blond elf from Lothloríen. He was sitting up against the cave wall, his arms bound in bandage. Eärendir drew his sword and moved further into the cave, as silent as he could. Even if he didn't kill all of them, if he could get one or two, he would be happy, especially if he killed Aranel.

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"Lord Elrond! Look!" A guard shouted, pointing ahead down the path they were traveling on. A group of horses and a carriage came into Elven eyesight.

"Ride faster! Those are the Mirkwood guards!" Elrond shouted, and he kicked his horse, which sped off towards the guards.

Back with the Mirkwood guards, one spotted Lord Elrond and his guards and shouted back to Lólindir.

"Lord Elrond approaches!" Lólindir stuck his head out from the carriage and he saw the regal elf approaching on his horse. He breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Valandil. He really hoped the elf would make it through. He had to.

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Órelindë passed her hand over Legolas's forehead, knowing he was getting a fever, which was not a good sign. Standing, she moved to Thranduil and with Uruviel's help (who had clamed down) redressed his wounds. Finwë was sitting on a bed, watching her, his mind wandering. Galadriel and Celeborn were sitting on another bed, talking quietly. Besides that, the room was quiet.

"Órelindë, has anyone found Princess Náessë yet?" Uruviel asked. Órelindë looked at the younger elf and gave her a sad smile.

"I'm sorry dear, but no one has found her yet. There are search parties traveling through the entire forest searching for her and Prince Aranel." She told her. Uruviel looked down at the floor.

"I do hope she's alright." Uruviel said, wringing her hands together. Órelindë laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I know, dear. Do not worry. The elves of Mirkwood love the Princess as much as you do. They won't give up." Órelindë said, trying to comfort her. Uruviel smiled a little, then went away to a chair against the wall, and picked up the little blue book. She opened it and started to reread it.

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Eärendir leapt into the cave, sword drawn, screaming in rage. It was if all his sanity snapped in a simple, fluid motion.

All attention in the cave turned to him. Náessë screamed and threw herself over Haldir to protect him. Saeros was the first to react. He drew his sword and parried Eärendir's strike. Not long after, his three companions joined him. It was four against one, and they all thought that they would win, and that they would kill Eärendir, for he so deserved death.

But he was took quick. He spun, sword out, and he ran his blade through Saeros. The dark-haired elf's eyes went wide, and he dropped his own sword. "I never did like you much." Eärendir said with a malicious grin on his face.

"I... I..." Searos stuttered as he slumped to the ground. Blood was pouring from the wound in his stomach.

No one moved, for the other three were shocked. Náessë and Aranel stared, unable to really comprehend what was happening. Was this the elf that truly shot at Legolas, and was now protecting them against this wildly insane elf? Yes, in truth, he was, and now, as the blood formed a small puddle beneath him, life running from his face, Náessë and Aranel realized that all they had done to these elves was wrong.

To the surprise of all in the cave, Náessë jumped up from her place beside Haldir and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she pulled the sword from Saeros's stomach and ran it through Eärendir's heart. The elf clutched at the sword now protruding from his chest, and he gaped at Náessë. "You..." he got out, before darkness took him, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Náessë dropped to the ground and pulled the body of Saeros to her. At the same time, Haldir woke. He lifted himself up, and it took him a few moments to realize where he was who all these elves were around him. That's when he saw Náessë clutching the body of Searos to her. He blinked, confused. Didn't they just hate them a few minutes ago?

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Short chapter... and sorry it took so long for me to update. Ugh. I feel really bad for not reading all the other stories I have on my favorites list, but I will get to them someday. But you know, the Sims 2 is like, the greatest game in the world, and I have my license now, so that kinda... well... I like driving. Hehe.

Reviewers:

KissTheRainGirl12489: Well hopefully this chapter doesn't upset you too much. Besides, you might be surprised later on.

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Later all-

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