"ERESTOR, ERESTOR STAY WITH ME, DON'T GIVE UP!" Screamed Thranduil, he tried to sound commanding like his mother, but the panic of losing his dear sister was taking over.

"Cirdan, we have to do something. I made a promise, a promise. I don't want to lose my her. She can't!" Screamed Thranduil at Cirdan, tears growing in his eyes.

"The ship, it's down there. If we hurry and avoid any attackers we can save her if we bring her aboard! We must hurry, before its set alight." Replied Cirdan with a stern voice.

It was at this point, Thranduil could sense the older mans authority.

So they hurried down the hill. Others, who saw their comrades rushing towards the ship, stopped fighting their attackers and joined in on the scurry to get to the ship. All the while Thranduil was trying to keep with Cirdan, who now held his little sister. He told her stories of amusing moments in their child hood together and begged of her, not to give up and begging her to fight, fight for her life.

The situation grew tenser as some of the attackers reached the boat the same time as most of the escapees did.

It then became a race, who could get on the ship first, Cirdan heaved Erestor aboard and tried to pull Thranduil aboard but one of the attackers caught hold of his leg. He kicked him in the face though and was about to get on the ship but then Thranduil could see that they had to leave, but couldn't. He then suddenly realized that if a distraction wasn't made, they could never leave. Everything became silent around him. Looking up at Cirdan that was begging him to come abroad, he then turned his gaze towards Erestor. Once again he remembered his mother's words- Thranduil…you must promise to look after your little sister. You must, promise to life a good live, and that she will life a good live. Promise to protect her, no matter what-please- .

He knew what he had to do. Quickly he untied a necklace from around his neck. It was a little folded flower, made out of silver; set in the middle of it was a dark green gem; its outline was golden, so it also could be perceived as a setting sun.

This he handed to Cirdan.

"Give this to Erestor when she wakes up." Cirdan wanted to protest when Thranduil said this, but Thranduil silenced him.

"Give it to her when she awakes, and when she does tell her from me, to her- that sometimes to save the ones you love, you sometimes have to be one step away from them, then next to them.

Please take good care of her, make sure she lives a good life. I trust her life to be save within your hands." Thranduil said the last words with the same sorrow but determination that his mother had said to him, when she guided them to secret passage.

This was how he was going to save her, he knew that if she stayed with him, she was going to not survive it; even if he could hide her from the attackers, he had no means to heal her wounds.

Being able to read his thoughts more clear then ever, Cirdan knew what Thranduil was going to do and he knew, that deep down inside this is what he had to do, this was the only way how Thranduil could save his sister.

Helping Thranduil off the side of the ship, Cirdan Took his over tunic off and wrapped Erestor in it. Then he aided his comrades and friends in sailing the ship away.

Standing there Thranduil, watched as the only thing that kept him going in life at the moment sailed away. All he could do was stand there, silent tears running down his faces and staining his cheeks.

There were no words useable for Thranduil, to explain how big the loss within him was. Within in him, he wanted to feel sorrow, but the truth he could not deny, he couldn't deny the relive he felt at the same time, that he was able to fulfill his mother's wishes. His dear Erestor no longer had to feel terror or fear because of him; Thranduil was able to offer her a new life, a life where she might find peace. The deepness of his sorrow of losing Erestor was deep, but that she might live on; was the only thing that gave him deep inside, peace of mind.

Then he remembered why he'd remained behind. Turning around he started to yell out, at the attackers that were starting to shoot the ship with burning arrows. The diversion sure did work, and he soon was running for his life again. Now he was running and scrambling along the sure line. Most of the attackers had left the young youth alone, but some had been driven blind with rage, rage of what Feanor, his sons and people had done.

He soon lost their interests to, and thankfully he had managed to distract their attention from the ship as well. Which he joyfully noticed was many miles away now.

The sun was starting to raise slowly, while the moon and stars were starting to retire for the day. As Thranduil looked up at the endless stars, he noticed how endless upon endless of stars were in the sky.

That's when he remembered something his play nurse, Meil once told him. She once told them, that when you lose a loved one, they retire to halls above, away from the confines of the world, but to reassure their family and friends left behind that they have not left them behind, and that they are still watching over them, a star is born for them. Then when a star disappears it means that who ever that star belongs to, no longer needs to watch the earth, because all their loved ones are with them. It was at this point one star shone particularly bright. Looking up, Thranduil wondered whether it was his mother's star- or even if it might have been Meil's star. He did remember Meil; she had always been there for him. Even when his mother was cross with him, she was there for him. If it was her, Thranduil thought 'well it's good to know she's looking over Erestor then'.

Hours passed by, and with each hour Thranduil grew more tired. He hadn't slept since last night.

Now he was just trudging along the beach. All around him, he saw brunt houses, ships and slain people. With this sight, he started to walk among the slain, in faith to find someone that might have survived the night that cost many lives, because of his father. His father, its then he felt a pang of guilt. All of this had happened because of his father. Before he could start to feel shame for what his family had done, he heard a low pained moan.

Rushing to over to find who it was, Thranduil spotted a deeply wounded young woman laying buried vaguely underneath some burnt planks of wood.

Has he dug her up, he noticed something about her. He noticed that she didn't look like most of the elves from around Valinor. She had darker skin, and brown eyes, and dark black but with traces of brown hair. Her lips were slightly fuller, and seemed almost taller then the women in Valinor.

As he further examined her, he found that she had two deep gashed wounds across her stomach and chest. Despite her wounds, she was still alive and conscious. Helping her up, Thranduil tried to tend to her wounds by ripping some of his under shirt off. Feeling the breeze against his arms he then realized that he had left his outer tunic behind in the tunnel. That's how the attackers must have found him.

"Who are you, young child?" asked a soft tender voice suddenly, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Me?" He asked startled. He hadn't counted on her being able to speak.

Nodding she replied his answer, her wounds obviously stopped her from having a extensive

"My name is Thranduil. I'm from around here." He said calmly back.

"What's about you? Do you have a name or home, here?" He had clamed down a lot, at the this point and time life made no exact path or mission for him. He was just relaxing strangely enough, and keeping this wounded Lady Company. She actually reminded him slightly of his mother, just that she didn't have this sorrow within her. That's one thing he always noticed with his mother. That she seemed to have some sort of sorrow within her heart that would not ever despair.

"My name is Ziza." She replied weakly smiling at him. Slowly sinking on the floor again.

Rushing to her side, Thranduil beckoned her to just relax. Slowly she laid down again, and Thranduil crawled to her head and start stroking it her hair.

The sun starting to slowly raise and the sea birds starting to sing as the sea's breeze carried them close to the coast.

Noon came by and Thranduil became sleepy once again. Suddenly Ziza started to sing. It was a strange but beautiful song. The language wasn't understandable to Thranduil, but the melody and words sounded peaceful and soothed Thranduils inner wounds mildly.

"Can you see it?" Asked Ziza peacefully from below.

"See what?" Asked Thranduil quietly, staring serenely at the ocean before them.

"Look to the right, your right." She said with a lace of happiness and relief in her voice.

Following her directions Thranduil looked to his right. There in the distance was a ship. It wasn't one of the ships from Valinor thought. It had huge red sails, but it wasn't a threatening red. On them was a symbol of two curved swords with a rearing horse in between them. The swords and horse where white. From it the sound of singing radiated, it was joyful and happy song.

"I can now see it." Replied Thranduil to Ziza, merrily.

"It's my family and people. News came to them yesterday of what happened, and they have come to rescue me and my friends." Said Ziza steadily.

When she mentioned yesterday's activities, a wound burst open in Thranduils mind and heart again.

He watched slowly as the ship approached mile by mile.