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Hey sorry for the long wait…life gets in the way!

And this story is AU!

Chapter Eight – The Power of Love

Elrond walked through the dead orcs until he reached his sons. He glanced briefly at Elrohir and Legolas before crouching down by his eldest and his wife. He made a quick examination of her cuts and quickly took note of the poison. Carefully he scooped her into his arms and stood up. Looking over at Elrohir he frowned before speaking.

"See if he will follow us, we will go slowly for him," he said carefully. Elrohir nodded and slowly stood up, Legolas clinging onto his arm with two small hands. Thus with Elladan leading and Elrohir and Legolas coming last, they made their way to Imladris.

Glorfindel had been rather surprised to see the twin's horses come racing into the yard; Arwen slumped over Elladan's stallion. Thinking quickly he had taken Arwen straight to Elrond. The worried elven lord had checked over his daughter and left in a hurry. Thus the ex Balrog slayer had been left with Arwen. Right now he was sitting in the garden with Arwen snuggled up against him. At first Arwen had cried but eventually she had stopped; now she was silent. Glorfindel decided to try talking to her. He looked to see if she was awake.

"Ren, what happened, do you know?" he asked gently.

"Was orcs, came and grabbed Legolas. They snatched at me too, but one said I was not pretty like nana and Las. I ran, but two chased me. I was so scared, what's going to happen to Nana? Am I pretty like Nana Glorfy?" Arwen looked at Glorfindel with large grey eyes. The golden haired elf smiled warmly.

"You are the prettiest elf maid in Imladris Arwen!" he said with a kiss. Arwen smiled and placed her head against Glorfindel's arm again. Silently the two elves waited for the rest to return.

Elrohir sat on the edge of Legolas's bed; the blonde elf had still not let go of him. Elrohir sighed as he looked at the contraption on his head; they had to get that off soon, who knew what kind of damage had happened in his mouth. Looking up, he saw Elladan and Elrond enter, Erestor came behind.

"Elrohir, you may want to leave, we are going to talk that off Legolas's head now!" said Elrond gently. Elrohir shook his head but he did get up and move to the back of the room. Legolas watched him with large blue eyes.

"Legolas, can we take that off your head please?" asked Elrond, "You need to sit very still for us please." Elladan reached behind to undo the clasps. Legolas jerked away and lashed out with his feet. With a sigh, Elrond grabbed a hold of him and motioned for Elladan to hurry up. Elrohir scrubbed at his eyes. Legolas jerked about and struggled against Elrond's on him. Finally Elladan got the contraption off his head and tossed it to Erestor. Elrond let go of Legolas who immediately ran to Elrohir and hid behind him. Slowly, the younger twin reached down and rubbed a hand down the younger elf's back. To his surprise, Legolas did not jerk away, if anything he moved closer. With a deep breath, Elrohir lifted the elfling up and carried him to the bed. Elrond nodded and he left the room. Elladan sat down next to his brother.

"How is Nana?" asked Elrohir.

"She will live, but I do not think she wants to," Elladan sighed. Elrohir nodded and laid the now sleeping elfling on the bed. Legolas moaned and clutched at Elrohir. Smiling, Elrohir laid down beside him, wrapping his arms around the skinny elf. Elladan smiled a quietly left the room. He was soon back with Arwen in his arms. Placing her next to Legolas, he laid at her other side, his fingers brushing against his twins over the top. It was not long until they were all asleep. The power of love was going to pull them through, making each young one stronger…