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Bridget woke up to see the face of Elladan peering at her.
"Um…Elladan, what exactly are you doing?"
"Making sure you are still alive, you just went completely limp," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I assure you, I am quite alive."
"That is good," he said.
"Elladan?"
"Yes?"
"You have your mother's smile, use it more often," she said with a slight chuckle. Elladan frowned down at her, looking confused.
"Pal-"
"I will explain later, Elladan. When this is all over, put me down, I'll be fine. I think I can stand. You need to save Legolas and Estel," she hissed. She struggled to get out of his arms, and slowly he began to set her down. She nodded her satisfaction and stood shakily on her legs.
And she didn't faint.
Bridget thought this was quite an improvement, not fainting all the time. She was inclined to believe Elladan agreed with her. With a soft sigh she ran a hand painfully through her hair. If its painful the custom usually involves not doing it, she thought wryly. Pay attention! He is going to kill Legolas…no. No he won't. Randir will come through, I know he will. I trust that elf, she decided. Her eyes fixed in the center of the clearing. She watched, heart in her throat as Legolas walked slowly towards Aragorn. Tears bloomed in her eyes as she saw Legolas kneel behind Aragorn for a second and rest his forehead against the back of the ranger's.
A slight movement in the trees caught her eyes and she looked at Elladan.
"Give me one of the dagger's in your sleeve!" she hissed quickly, her eyes not leaving the center of the clearing.
"Why?"
"Elladan! Just do it!" she snapped quietly, her eyes shifting to Linnor. The tall, dark haired elf stood with a smirk on his face. His shoulders were proudly squared, as though he were accomplishing some amazing feat.
"I hate you, you know that, don't you?" Bridget said loudly. She needed to distract them. Anything. Elladan's dagger was clenched tightly in her hand, hidden by a bloody sleeve. Her eyes were dark and she swayed slightly.
"Silence girl!" the elf snapped.
"No! You are horrid! You plot against those who would have helped you had you only asked! Yet you let your thirst for revenge consume you, and now look. You will die for this, Linnor. Mark my words!" she was screaming now, her carriage proud.
"You. Are. A. Mortal. Nothing. More. Than. That," Linnor replied slowly, his eyes alight in anger.
"Now!" she cried. She spun around and saw Randir and two other elves drop from the trees. She knew more were coming.
Her eyes moved to Legolas and Estel, the elf was looking bewildered, and Bridget saw that he was bleeding from a wound in his stomach. No, no, oh Valar, no! she thought restlessly. She began weaving through the growing crowd; it was Linnor's burly men who were fighting the elves. Linnor and Miniel were nowhere to be seen.
She began running, trying to force her way through the mass of bodies. She reached Legolas' side, her eyes wide as the elf collapsed. Aragorn looked horrified; blood covered his shaking hands…Legolas' blood.
"Estel, listen to me!" she said harshly. "I am going to slit your bonds, and you are going to take Legolas and hide, do you hear me!"
"Yes…sure…all right," the ranger said slowly. She nodded and smiled, carefully cutting his bonds. She watched with satisfaction as the dazed ranger dragged his friend off into the nearby brush.
The signs of a battle were dying down. Many of the attacking men lay dead on the floor of the clearing that had been designated as Legolas' murder site. She rocked back on her heels, relaxing slightly. But she didn't see Linnor's face among the dead. Bridget tensed, her eyes resting on Elladan.
The older twin leaned forward, one hand on Elrohir's shoulder. Neither twin saw the elf creeping up behind them.
Bridget didn't think, she raised the dagger she had yet to use and threw it with all her might.
It landed in Linnor's throat.
Elladan spun around.
Elrohir toppled forward.
And Bridget screamed.
Very, very loudly.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" she whispered, "I killed him. I killed him. Ohmygod! I killed an immortal, ohmygod!" she was sobbing and staring dumbfounded as Linnor stumbled to the ground, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Wench," he gurgled, blood dripping out of his mouth.
It was a sight that would haunt Bridget for years to come.
Elladan moved towards her, making soothing noises. He murmured quietly until Bridget stopped crying. He helped her up and smiled.
"If you hadn't done that, both me and Elrohir would be dead, thank you Bridget. Thank you for saving us," he spoke calmly. Bridget's red-rimmed eyes met his and she offered him a watery smile.
"I am sixteen Elladan, no sixteen year old is supposed to kill like that. I murdered someone, his blood is on my hands!" at the thought of blood her face paled. "Legolas!" she cried, running…or rather stumbling in the direction the elf and ranger had gone. Elladan and Elrohir followed her without question, exchanging a confused glance. What was wrong with Legolas this time?
As it turned out, a lot was wrong with the elven prince.
Aragorn was trying to stifle the blood flow through the wound in Legolas' stomach. His eyes were red and clean tracks showed on his face from when he had been crying.
Bridget blinked back her own tears and turned away, it hurt to much to watch this.
"We need to get him to Rivendell, it's the only way he'll live!" Elladan said.
"Rivendell! But we are in Mirkwood!"
"On the border of actually, if we cut through the Marsh-lands we'll be there in a week only!"
"Then we must ride swiftly, come!"
Within the hour Elladan, Elrohir, Bridget, Aragorn, and Randir (and of course Legolas) were galloping towards Imladris.
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A week and three days later they all sat in Legolas' room. The elven prince was pale, but alive, and resting comfortably in his bed.
Bridget sat sprawled over an arm chair, her arms bandaged and one of her legs wrapped tightly up. There were numerous bandages on her face, and a few stitches to close the cut above her left eye. But it would still scar.
The rest of them were sprawled hap-hazardly around the room, they were all talking and laughing as they once had.
Before.
But it was hard to ignore how thin Legolas, Aragorn, and Bridget looked, the shadows under their eyes. Or the thick bandage covering Randir's wrist where he had broken it in the fight.
Or the haunted look in Bridget's eyes when she heard about Linnor.
They were healing, but it was a slow process.
Okay! This chapter is done! I'm in a bit of a rush, but I must ask if you guys wanna see a sequel. You MUST review to have a say in this matter. If you don't want a sequel…or I don't get the reviews then I will post the epilogue soon. Thanks!