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Extreme Circumstances

Elladan watched as the bandit walked back to the trees and listened to it once more with a grave frown. Turning swiftly, Fury dropped in front of the older twin, "As loathe as I am to release you at this time, it seems a mutual enemy threatens both our people. I wish your word that you will not try to kill me until after these fell beasts are dispatched and I have had an audience with your Lord. Your choice Peredhil, my sword arm and your freedom or my leave-taking of you and your patrol with only one unbound? What say you?" the bandit asked in a chilly voice.

"Were it not for the fact that the scourge of Modor has trespassed upon our lands, I would kill you now! I will give my word," Elladan spat viciously, "no harm shall come to you until this threat is over and Lord Elrond has given me leave to have your head as a trophy for my wall. Untie me at once or we will not be ready when the Orcs arrive!"

Fury smiled with wicked delight. Watching the twin, she bent over him to first cut his leg bindings then leaned over him further, purposely brushing up against him, to cut his arms free. The feel of Elladan's fingers digging into her throat made the bandit smile wider as she looked straight into his dark grey orbs. With an oath the enraged twin let go of his wished for victim and pushed Fury from him. A low snarl of frustration crawled out of his throat as he snatched one of the bandits daggers from her belt.

Turning to the nearest elf, the older twin set about divesting his patrol of ropes and blindfolds with vicious mutterings barely heard. Glaring over his shoulder at the sight of the bandit releasing one of his elves, Elladan was met glare for glare by the lavender-grey gaze of his new ally. He was entirely confused when she spoke aloud, "We have thirty plus Orcs on the way to our position and only ten of us. You know your patrols capabilities better then I, so until this fight is over I defer to you as my captain. You had best come up with a good plan for if you get me killed by the foul spawn, I will return from the great Mandos' Hall and skin you alive before roasting your carcass for dinner! Think fast son of Elrond for we have little time!"


Elrohir watched in amazement as Shadow put his troops through their paces. The bandits were restless with their leader facing the fell Orcs without their backup, but they followed orders as well as any patrol the twin had ever led. It was a sight to see twelve warriors doing simultaneous exercises side by side in the confined space. Normally the graceful sight would have pleased Elrohir, but this was different because the warriors were different. Twelve children stood shoulder to shoulder wielding swords in perfect harmony. The oldest were just shy of their majority by a year or two, while the youngest was barely twenty-five years of age. It was unheard of to train such young children with anything but wooden swords, yet these children were using Elvish made metal blades that moved as if they were a natural part of their body instead of a lethal weapon. Glorfindel would have wept tears of joy to see the synchronicity of these warriors.

A sharp whistle stopped the twelve in mid stride. They stayed completely still as statues until a second whistle sounded and they turned as one to face Shadows with swords pointed to the ceiling held close to their chests. "Good job my troops! Now Lindrial and Waraduil take positions at the trail heads. If you see any threats alert us immediately! Do not and I repeat DO NOT engage the enemy! I will not explain why I am sewing you both up again," Shadow said frowning deeply at them, "Orcs are not toys to play with no matter how much fun you think it is to pit your strength against theirs. Fury will join us as soon as she is able. Until such time, it is up to us to keep our home and valley safe. Go now and relieve our scout so he may get some much needed rest." They nodded sharply before spinning on their heels and disappearing from sight. The other child warriors began cleaning their weapons with the single minded concentration of a seasoned warrior. It put chills down Elrohir's spine to see the evidence of their experience in battle at so young an age.


They stood ready within the branches. The Orcs approached their position with a foul order and heavy footfalls. Fury looked to Elladan for the signal to attack. At this moment, he was her captain and his orders were to be obeyed to the letter. It had been many years since Fury had been a guard in the Mirkwood army. She had been second in command under the young warrior prince, Legolas. There were times she greatly missed the Greenwood, but for now her charges and duty came first. She hoped to possibly return one day to the great forest, but knew it was highly unlikely due to the circumstances she now found herself in. Gandalf's order was paramount in her mind and Fury would fulfill her duty unto death if necessary. Tensing slightly as the Orcs came into view, Fury glanced back towards the twin whose order she awaited. Silver grey eyes watched the Orcs advance before piercing her own lavender-grey eyes with an intensity that stole her breath. They stared at each other as the orcs passed under the tree Fury had clambered into. With a feral look of perilous beauty, the twin nodded to Fury to begin the assault.

Arrows winged free as the three archers behind the Orc company released a barrage of death into their midst. Elladan watched Fury's face as she attacked the fell beast with a wild ferocity. She was deadly, beautiful and dangerously desirable. Elladan let out a vicious oath as the last thought skimmed his mind. Dropping into the fray from the tree he resided in, the Twin took out his blind hate on the fell beasts of Mordor. The killing rampage compensated the twin by lessening Elladan's frustrated desire to strangle the bandit leader who was slicing her way to him. Fury slammed into his back just in time to ward off a blow that was headed straight for the twin. With a growl of pure hate, the bandit cleaved the Orc's head from its body before snapping at Elladan, "Lose your head to these fell minions and I will gift it to your Lord as an early begetting day present. Watch your back Peredhil! I have my own to see to!" A short grunt was all the answer the twin gave before taking off the sword arm of an approaching Orc.


Glorfindel heard the trees screaming that Elves were under attack. Turning in the direction of the trees' warning, he pushed his patrol to a reckless pace. The sound of metal on metal greeted the patrol just before they reached the Elves under attack. Bodies of Orcs littered the ground; in whole or in parts. Blood was covering everything in the small glade. Without hesitation the newly arrived patrol swarmed into the fray taking down Orcs quickly. Glorfindel had a moment to take in the sight of Elladan fighting back to back with a strange female smeared in black and red blood. They moved as one within the circle of Orcs that surrounded them. Thrust, parry, slash and hack. Their combined moves were timed so well, that no Orc could breech their defenses and land a blow. It was a decidedly glorious sight of grace and skill. Glorfindel made a vow to speak to this deadly elleth at the earliest moment of safety.

Pushing forward, Glorfindel made his way to the two elves and cleared an area of Orcs, big enough for the two combatants to escape the perilous circle they had been trapped into. With a grateful nod, Fury took a diving roll through the breech in the circle followed, almost exactly, by the Peredhil twin. Whirling simultaneously, they brought their swords to bare on the dwindling enemy while standing shoulder to shoulder. At the sight of the patrol finishing off the remaining Orcs, both Elladan and Fury relaxed their stance. Glancing around, the two took in the damage done to their numbers. Growling in displeasure, Fury wiped her blade free of Orc blood on one of the carcasses and made her way to a wounded elf. Seeing the wide gash in his side, the bandit ripped off her outer tunic and tore it into strips. Making a bandage, Fury pressed it onto the wounded elf's side then ripped the sleeves off her under-tunic to bind it tight. With a nod of satisfaction, she moved on to see to the next injury with a swift experienced eye.


By the time she was done, the bandits clothes were in tatters, but all the wounds she had treated were wrapped. A disgusted sigh met her ears. Looking over to the source of the huff, Fury met flashing twilight grey eyes with snapping lavender-grey ones. She was surprised and a bit apprehensive when Elladan approached her doffing his outer tunic. "You need this more than I do at this point. Did you think we would be caught in the woods and not think to carry bandages in our supplies? You did need not have used your own clothing, my lady." The twin's amused yet chastising voice made her frown even as she reached for the tunic.

"Thank you elf lord, but you need not worry about me, as I have been know to run wild in much less then I wear now. How fair the wounded you treated? Did we lose any of our own? Why in the name of Arda are you smirking at me now?" her huffy voice grumped at the twin. Dragging the tunic over her head Fury watched as Elladan grinned down at her in a half mocking, half amused way that set her teeth to grinding. Shaking his head, the twin roved over the bandit's dirty, smelly, blood covered form before he began to laugh. The deep frown that wrinkled her forehead only had the effect of making the twin laugh harder.

She sat upon the ground covered in filth and blood. Her silvery hair caked and matted with black blood and gore stood out in strange places except for the part kept away from her face by the Mirkwood braids. Her clothing was hanging in tattered rags. Her breeches were missing cloth from mid thigh to ankle, she was barefoot and the borrowed tunic hung from her slight frame like an over small dress. Her shoulders were bare where the tunic had slipped free and her eyes shot lavender sparks in the twins direction. Elladan thought he had never seen such a desirable sight in his life. Leaning over her slight form, the twin had the delight of seeing her eyes darken warily before he whispered in her ear, "You are now my prisoner, wild one."

The evil glare and furious snarl was all the warning Elladan got before Fury launched herself at the twin's throat.