Part two...

Discaimer: See Chapter 1

There was abrupt disruption throughout the camp, as the wolves began to split apart and go after their new meal. Elladan and Elrohir were left to themselves, but soon swords were in their grasp and were trying to fight off the wolves going after their brother.

Edomir and some of his men had ran away during the distraction and took a few of the wolves with them, leaving four of Edomir's men and the twins to fight off the other 7 wolves.

With the added adrenaline and the amount of food possible available to the wolves, these seemingly weak and drained beasts turned into a killing machine. They had already jumped atop two of Edomir's men and ripped open their throats. And the favour was increasingly turning towards the side of the wolves.

Elladan was having a hard time trying to beat back two of the animals and still try to protect his little brother, though Elrohir was behind him fending off some others. The wolves kept leaping up and kept opening their jaws wide trying to get some sort of hold of their prey. Becoming tiresome of their apparent tries, Elladan stilled and waited for the next leap of the wolves. Ducking low and rolling to one side slightly, he brought his sword up high and managed to skewer the wolf through the stomach. It stopped in mid air, gurgled a little and fell to the grassy floor, slowly easing up on its efforts to try and breath. After a few seconds it was dead. Scrambling up and running towards his brother once more, to protect him and Elrohir, Elladan didn't see the oncoming enemy until it hit him full pelt in the chest.

Elladan felt all the air he had leave him and felt a flying sensation course through his body until he came back down to Earth with a thud and skidded a few yards. Looking up into the beady eyes of the wolf and seeing that it was blind in one eye, Elladan mentally taunted, 'I can make it blind in the other one, if it don't get off me'. Though his chances of that were rapidly lowered when the wolf changed his position and applied pressure on his sword arm. Instinctively, Elladan tried to maintain his hold on his sword, knowing that if he didn't then he would be on tonight's menu.

But this wolf was smarter than Elladan would give it credit for. It brought up it's other paw and pushed in onto Elladan's chest. All the air left his chest for a second time and his grip on the sword was forgotten. Without a second to waste, the wolf knocked the sword away from reach with his snout and bent down for his kill. Elladan turned his head when the rancid breath of the wolf came raining down on him, and almost brought up his lunch from yesterday night up, when the saliva from the wolf's mouth began to drip onto the side of his face, and slipped into his eye. Fumbling for the dagger Elladan kept in his belt, he tried to keep his throat in tact.

He brought up his dagger just in time to stop his jugular from being pierced, but not in time enough for the wolf to howl out in pain and close its teeth round the nearest thing to itself. Elladan's arm. With a yelp of pain. Elladan stabbed the insufferable wolf in the eye, and tried to push it aside. The wolf gave a howl and shimmied off the elf's body and wavered into the bushes.

Gripping his arm, trying to staunch the blood, wiping the drying saliva from his eyes and recovering his lost sword, Elladan went back over to his brothers.

Elrohir tried to picture himself somewhere different instead of being locked in a battle with a wolf that just wont die! Elrohir heard a gurgling from beside him and thinking the worst he turned his attention to his brother, just see him jogging back into the fray. 'But, if it weren't Elladan, that means we're one man down, great just three of us left to take down five wolves. We're going to need extra help'. That was when the idea and a clawed paw hit him. Elrohir was thrown aside and in his momentary lapse of vision he cursed himself for being so stupid to let his guard down. Noticing his torn leg and breeches, he tried to ease himself back up, but his leg crumbled out underneath him.

As he looked around, at the carnage, he finally was beginning to believe that this fight they could not win. Elladan was tiring, and the last one of four of Edomir's men was up against frightening odds, and he, well he couldn't get his arse up off the floor. Quickly turning his gaze towards the oncoming wolves, he braced himself up against the tree with his sword in one hand and got ready for the looming assault.

Looking behind him, Elladan was quickly checking up on his brother's after dispatching his third wolf, and had to look twice before believing that Elrohir was gone. Scanning the small camp, he noticed his brother against a tree trying to fend of two wolves. He saw Elrohir kill the first one with a quick swipe to the front legs, the face and the a deep thrust into the neck. Though he was no match against the second one. Elrohir was holding his own no doubt, but he could see his brother tire very quickly, and he didn't truly understand why until he caught sight of his brother's mangled leg.

Looking in between brothers, he couldn't decide which one to stay with. Aragorn was curled up on himself and clearly not able to fight, and Elrohir was about to be eaten by a wolf. Charming way to die, Elladan evaluated. Glancing at the dead men, Elladan brightened when he saw a bow and arrow. Quickly swiping them from the corpse and apologising vehemently, he brought the arrow shakily up to the bow and winced when he began to pull back the string. His arm was protesting bad, but this had to be only way. Aiming on his prey, Elladan let the arrow fly true and hit the wolf, in the throat, if albeit awaked, and managed to fell it. Giving a short cheer, he ran over to Elrohir.

'Blast you Dan I had that thing in my sights'. Chuckling at his brother Elladan quickly retorted 'Well, you may have had them in your sights, but you were obviously too blind to attempt to kill that one', with saying that he kicked the wolf he was on about and gave his brother an arm up.

A soft thump came from behind them and they saw the last of Edomir's men fall to the prey of the wolves. The wolves must not have acknowledged the twins, as they fed on their newly claimed prize. Swallowing and trying not to gag, Elrohir hobbled over to Aragorn and was about to wake him up and help him away, but the wolves caught sight of them. Eyes widened and grins sneered, the wolves let another howl and move towards the brothers. In moments another pack of wolves appeared from behind the bushes and began to encircle the Peredhils.

Looking for some sort of escape route and finding none, Elrohir put his back put plan into action. With a loud shrill he waited until he heard the beating of horse hooves coming closer. The wolves, though did the opposite of what Elrohir wanted. They didn't flee, but they panicked. They began to run around in all directions. When the horses burst through into the camp, they reared up when a wolf shot out in front of them, and the spooked they, ran right towards Elrohir and Aragorn.

Having no type of warning, Elrohir was pushed aside by a wolf, and he had no time to recover, when Aragorn was trampled by the horse hooves.

Staring in complete shock, Elrohir froze on his seated spot on the ground. The brother he was just helping up a few seconds ago, was now further away and was laying still. He didn't recognise how long he sat there for, but the next thing he knew, he heard no more wolf howls, but he heard his brother come and squat next to him.

Elladan stared into Elrohir's eyes, and a mess of emotions ran through them: fear, doubt, anger yet there was forgiveness behind them as well, and when Elladan averted his gaze to Aragorn, timidly got up to go check him over. Elrohir knew with that single movement that Elladan didn't blame him. But that still didn't mean he didn't blame himself…