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I battled on. My arms were burning with the strain. We had been fighting for what seemed like an age.

I had to get to my wife but with every orc I struck there seemed to be five more. I could see the large door that would take me to her but in the forefront of my mind there was the knowledge that the cowardly bastard who had taken them was trapped within, waiting for somebody to kill him.

I wanted to kill him; there was an anxiety within me that was threatening to overwhelm me. Quickly I ducked before the sharp edge of a crude orc sword could take my head off. I stood up plunging my sword into it whilst berating myself for not paying enough attention.

A sharp pain exploded in my chest distracting me long enough to almost get myself killed, if it had not been for Glorfindel behind me I would have been dead before I'd had chance to gather my wits.

I felt as is somebody had stabbed me in the chest. I knew where it had come from. It had come from my wife. Our daughter was dead. I felt her panic and grief hit me hard and I stumbled.

"Legolas?"

I lifted my head to meet Glorfindel's questioning gaze as a cry came from across the courtyard, the door had been breeched, but with it had come at least another hundred orcs.

"Is she alive?"

It took me a moment to think about whom he was asking about and I shook my head, my wife was not dead.

"Then we will stay here until the end"

Nodding my agreement I twirled my knives, swiftly cutting the head off one them and slitting the throat of another.

I was trying to desperately to ignore Thalia's pain, as well as my own but it would not go away. Seeing a number of elves in trouble myself and Glorfindel made our way through the mass of battling bodies, killing what we could as we did so.

"Haldir, move your troops, we must get through the door"

Glorfindel's shout brought me back from the deep recesses of my mind and I realized that I had been fighting without a single thought; my body was merely reacting to the threat.

Pain exploded in my arm and I turned to see a huge bloody gash across my bicep. Ignoring it I continued to make my way beside Glorfindel to the door, leaving behind the fallen bodies of the enemy.

The steps leading up to the doorway was strewn with the bodies of both orcs and elves where both had battled fiercely. A feeling of relief and anxiety mixed with the almost wonderful feeling of revenge rose within my chest as my feet hit the bottom step and took me upwards.

We stood in the dark entrance hall; the only sources of light were the candles, which hung in large iron holders on the walls.

The floor echoed with the sound of the battle that was still raging outside but there was no sign of anybody in the hallway. I don't know why but that frightened me. It left far more questions than it answered and it made me extremely apprehensive.

"This is going to be impossible"

Glorfindel's voice was icy as he growled,

"The best place to start would be to find the main chamber, no doubt he is skulking somewhere close by"

I did not wish to think about what Glorfindel wanted to do to him, not did I wish to admit the foul thoughts which polluted my own mind.

The walls seemed to get taller but the space was becoming smaller. Making the two elves slightly apprehensive yet they did not show it.

They walked for what seemed like miles, never meeting anybody or anything, never hearing a sound. Every room was empty, as if nobody had ever ventured into them.

They came to a large wooden door that had been richly engraved in gold and encrusted with jewels.

Inside the room Lord Olanis stood in front of the large window, watching the elves cut down his army without much trouble whilst being very aware of the two elves that stood behind his door.

He sighed, disappointed in everything. That morning when he had ventured into the room that his prisoners were being kept one of them had died. The girl. Her mother was lying on the bed next to her, she had cut her wrists, the wounds were deep enough for her to have lost a lot of blood but they would not kill her.

He had checked her pulse and once satisfied that she was not dead he left the room. He would leave them for now; he had far more important things to worry about than dead elves.

His spies had informed him of a large army of elves marching toward them. He had expected this of course; however what he had not expected was the number of them. It seemed that they were not alone; the elves of Lorien and Rivendell had marched with them. This had not been an anticipated move. There was nothing left to do, however he had succeeded in doing what he had set out to achieve. He had split the royal family, bringing grief and turmoil. The girl was dead; it would not be long before the mother followed.

He had taken from Thranduil what had been taken from him. He had had his revenge and if he was to die by the hand of a spoilt prince he would die knowing that his wife and children had been avenged. Knowing that Thranduil' s son would feel the heartbreak that he had suffered only served to satisfy him further. He would not fight for his life. There was nothing left for him now.

The door opened and slow but sure footstep echoed behind him.

"You're a little late"

His deep voice broke the silence that had hung over the room like a heavy fog.

The two blond elves exchanged confused and frustrated looks.

Olanis turned to look at them a smile on his face. He opened his arms in a gesture of surrender and bowed.

"It would seem that you have found me"

Legolas growled deep in his throat, his hands clutching his knives tightly. Not knowing what to say. They had expected a fight, but it appeared that they were not going to get one.

"Why did you take such actions against us?"

"Revenge, you father and I were once close. I don't suppose that you recognize me. There were disputed within the kingdom and the people blamed me. Your father made the decisions but I was blamed and I was exiled. I was made to leave my wife and my children. My wife is now dead and now only my daughter lives thought I do not know her whereabouts"

Legolas and Glorfindel were somewhat shocked and rendered speechless,

"And now you will suffer as I have prince. Your daughter is dead and your wife will follow. Which is a great shame as they are both a credit to you and very beautiful"

Legolas looked infuriated, Glorfindel felt no better.

"Why did you do it? Whatever happened between you and my father is nothing to do with my family. You had no right and I will not stand for it. You killed my daughter!"

His voice echoed around the room as he shouted at the obnoxious elf.

"And you think that gave you the right to kidnap and kill my daughter"

his voice dripped with ice his eyes blazing with a cool and dangerous fire.

Seeing Legolas' hands shake Glorfindel stepped forward and took over the situation. The sharp edge of his blade touched Olanis' throat,

"Go on elf"

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed, knowing exactly what the other elf was doing. He was going to martyr himself. He firmly believed that he had done the right thing. It would only take one jerk of his wrist and Olanis' head would be separated from his body.

Unable to cope or think any more Legolas shook his head, hissing his disgust at the elf before nodding to Glorfindel,

"I do not care what you do with him"

Glorfindel smirked at the elf as Legolas left the room.

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Breathing deeply he leant against the wall outside the room, waiting at footsteps came closer.

He looked up just as Elrohir rounded the corner a grim smile on his face.

"It is over. Elladan and Haldir are outside helping to clear up"

Legolas nodded, unsure about whether or not he wanted an estimate of the fatalities. Standing up straight he looked at the dark haired twin,

"Come, we must find Thalia"

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They searched through the vast room finding nothing but vacant bedrooms, dusty dining rooms and dirty sitting areas.

The search was endless until finally they found a large door that stood locked.

They could hear nothing from inside but they both knew that this was the door that they had been looking for.

Legolas held his breath as he waited for Elrohir to pry the lock open. It hurt him to admit to himself that he didn't want to go into the room for fear of what he would see.

"Are you ready?"

Elrohir asked as he stood up, fear clearly shining in his own eyes. Legolas nodded and waiting as Elrohir kicked the door down. He almost halted as eh heard the sound of footsteps from behind him but he kept his nerve and entered the silent room.

His eyes studied the room, taking the large unmade bed that stood on the far side of the room. He heard Elrohir gasp and his eyes flew to the small bed behind the door.

His wife laid still, her body covering that of Eleni's and her arms were wrapped tightly around her.

The bright red bloodstain that had spread across both if their dress could clearly be traced to cuts on Thalia's wrists. He couldn't see Eleni's face and for that he was grateful.

His heart stopped in his chest and his breathing caught as he slowly walked over to the two figures on the bed. He knew that Thalia wasn't dead but he still didn't want to touch her for fear of breaking her.

He could even look at the form of Eleni. It would break him. Taking a deep breath he laid a hand on Thalia's shoulder and shook her gently.

Her eyes fluttered a little as if she was trying to wake up but she didn't move. He jumped as a hand fell on his shoulder and he looked up to see the distraught but still in control Glorfindel.

Legolas opened is mouth to say something but stopped when he couldn't find the words.

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My hands were shaking uncontrollably and I had to work to blink back tears. My body felt frozen with cold. I was numb.

My wife lay on her side, protecting the body of our child and for a moment I was relived that I did not have to see her. To see my daughter would be the final push over the edge and it would break my heart.

Thalia was awake but she wasn't aware of anything.

Thalia's face was so pale that it almost white. Her lips were cracked and her eyes were squeezed shut against the world

Her dress hung onto her thin frame in tatters and as she was lying on her side I could see the deep red and angry whip marks on her back. Infection looked as if it had set in and it would be painful to clean them.

My eyes travelled over the almost bare form of her injured legs and down the slender arms that held our daughter tightly.

I didn't want to look but I couldn't tear my eyes from Eleni.

Her body looked so small pulled next to her mother. Her head was pulled under Thalia's chin. Her blue eyes stared at the ceiling, her skin was a pale yellow colour and her lips were turning blue.

I was disgusted at myself for thinking like that but I couldn't think any other way.

She looked like a doll, her golden curls framing her face. Thalia's hand shifted and she began to stroke her hair slowly.

I couldn't move. I had watched them like this before. At night when the twins had gone to bed and we would kiss them goodnight.

I blinked back tears and fought the painful lump that rose in my throat so that I could sit beside her. Without thinking about it I had slipped my arms under her and tried to lift her body into my arms. But she would not let go of Eleni.

I steeled myself as out of the corner of my eye I saw Glorfindel bend down and begin to pry Thalia's hands form Eleni's dress.

I felt Thalia's body begin to shake as of she was crying and taking a deep breath I looked down at her. There were no tears. I knew how she felt. There would never be enough tears for this...never.

It was too much. It was overwhelming.

I watched and held her closer as she screamed when her father finally managed to pull one of her hands free. Quickly I reached out and grabbed it before she could latch back onto Eleni. I ignored the pain as she dug her fingernails into my hand and instead stroked her hand with my thumb.

She was so cold. I turned away as finally her other hand was pulled from Eleni's body and she gave in, heaving dry as she tried to cry.

There was nothing I could do. And so I did the only thing that I could. I watched Glorfindel pull a sheet over our daughter and lift her body into his arms, and I led the way out into the sunlight where our nightmare was only just beginning.

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I am falling apart. The world around me is fading away; all that is left is black hole. I cannot understand ...I cannot breath...I do not want to breathe. Still wrapped within the safe cocoon of darkness and death I am aware of Eleni's still body pulled tightly against my own. She is dead. My baby is dead. Why did it have to be like this? She had done nothing wrong, she was so young, to young. She was not supposed to die. In my head I had seen her grow and learn. She would be a beautiful maiden that would break many hearts. There was nothing to stop her doing what she liked. She was a princess and the keeper of her father's heart. She would have been refused nothing.

Somewhere in my head I felt somebody shake me gently making me panic as I felt somebody try and take Eleni from me. I tightened my arms around her. They would not take her from me.

I tired to open my eyes but I couldn't, my eyelids were too heavy, I couldn't see.

Gradually my eyes fluttered open but I couldn't see anything but blurry shapes. I thought I could hear the sound of somebody's voice but I didn't know whom.

My chest felt heavy and as the reality of what had happened hit me once more I found that I couldn't breathe. It was hurting me. I was trapped and I couldn't get out. I didn't want to get out.

Leave me alone.

I wanted to scream but I couldn't say anything.

I felt somebody hold my arms and pry my fingers from their hold on Eleni's dress. I held on tighter. I wasn't letting go.

As long as I stayed in the bed with her everything would be all right.

I heard a myself moan as they succeeded in removing one of my hands and I felt somebody grab it and hold it gently but firmly so that I couldn't hold on again. I felt my body begin to sob, but there were no tears. I could shed no tears for they were not enough to mourn the loss.

I was vaguely aware of somebody running their hand through my hair and talking to me.

Out of the dim tunnel of everything I heard his voice and I wanted to die. I could not face him.

My hand was hurting from holding on so tight. That was my last tie to her and I couldn't let go. Prying fingers were taking her away from me.

Go away!

My world was empty once more. I had come full circle. My little boy would be all right; I would leave him in the caring arms of his father. He would be all right.

The moment played itself in slow motion, my fingers slipped through the fabric of her dress and my tie was cut. This was it. The end of everything.

I heard a heavy sigh and felt her weight being lifted form the bed and I that moment I cried out. Everything hurt so much and my chest burned and heaved with an emotion that had no name and no escape.

Arms slid underneath me and I couldn't fight them off. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to go home. As long as I stayed her it would not be true. It was not true! I wanted to fight it, it was not fair!

I was being cradled like a baby in somebody's arms. I felt somebody bend down and stroke my hair and kiss me. But I didn't know who it was, nor did I care.

I let myself slip into the darkness that was my only comfort and let myself sob, wishing that I could cry.