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A/N: I am so so sorry that this is so very late. /gets on knees and begs readers for forgiveness/ To say that I have been busy would be an understatement and to use that as an excuse would still not be right. I'm also having a lack of ideas. I know what I want, I just can't seem to write it that way. Well, anyway, thanks so much for every review. I will try to write quickly and update soon. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I wish everyone a Happy New Year. Here is the next chapter.

Chapter 7

In Safe Hands

'I'll never let you down

Even if I could, I'd give up everything

If only for your good.'

-Three Doors Down

Aragorn shifted in his saddle. His muscles throbbed and his back was stiff. They had been riding for almost two days straight, and Aragorn was weary. He had hardly rested since the long battle and his muscles still ached. His eyes felt heavy and slowly he let them close. He snapped them opened a second later. Blinking his eyes a couple times to try to fight of the weariness; he looked to his companions.

Legolas was weary as well and looked like he was about to fall of his own horse. Linriel trembled in his arms, her breathing erratic.

Elrohir did not look much better. Wearily he traveled on, clutching his brother close to his chest. Elladan lay unconscious against him. His eyes were closed and his body trembled in his sleep.

Aragorn sighed and patted his weary horse. Amothol had sweat running down his side and Aragorn could tell his horse was exhausted.

"Just a little longer, my friend." He said to his horse.

Elrohir looked over him. He could see the weariness in his brother's face; weariness that was around them all. He did not know how much longer Elladan would last. Elladan was running a high fever and his breathing and heartbeat were irregular.

Suddenly Elrohir looked up. His elven instincts alerting him of possible danger. He thought he heard something. He sat up some in his saddle and looked around. Legolas must have heard it too, for he was searching the forest as well.

Legolas' gaze pierced into the forest. He could hear a sound coming towards them. The sound was growing closer and it sounded like horses at a fast gallop. He was able to make out four figures on horse in the darkness.

"Elves from Rivendell!" Elrohir exclaimed!

Aragorn looked at his brother, his face resembling the happiness of the elf. He had seen Legolas and Elrohir begin to look for danger, but was overjoyed to hear that elves were coming.

"I believe Glorfindel is with them!" Legolas exclaimed.

He looked down at his sister, who was waking at hearing of the elves. He smiled at her.

Aragorn breathed a small sigh of relief. He was happy that Glorfindel had come for them and had most likely brought more medical supplies for the wounded. Suddenly Elrohir's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Estel!" His voice was almost a panic. "Elladan's not breathing!"

Aragorn turned his horse to his brother. Elladan looked like he was trying to suck in breath, but he was not getting any. His eyes were rolling back into his head and his head was limp.

Aragorn quickly dismounted and took Elladan from his brother. He laid him gently on the ground, keeping him slightly upright. Elrohir jumped down beside him and grabbed Aragorn's pack.

"Do you have any juniper oil?" He said as he searched.

"No, I ran out a while ago." Aragorn said as he unbuttoned Elladan's tunic.

Elrohir cast him a frustrated look. He cast the bag on the ground and placed his hands on his brother. He placed his hands near Elladan's sternum and began to push forcefully, forcing air into his brother's lungs.

Elladan began to cough painfully.

"Breathe, brother. Just breathe."

"I can't…" Elladan choked out. "It hurts."

Elrohir held him up in a sitting position trying to help clear his airway. He knew it was a combination of both the poison and the arrow wound that was making his breathing so difficult.

Suddenly, Elrohir felt another's presence beside him. Glorfindel was kneeling by him. He grabbed a container from his pack and began spreading the contents on Elladan's chest. Elrohir looked at the elder healer.

"The juniper oil will help clear his lungs, but it won't last long. I'm assuming poison?" The elf did not take his eyes from Elladan as he spoke.

Elrohir nodded. "He has a bad arrow wound as well. He is weak from blood loss."

Glorfindel moved Elladan's tunic to the side and checked the arrow wound. The wound was bandaged, but blood was seeping through. "How much blood has he lost?"

Elrohir shook his head. "He has lost too much."

Glorfindel sighed. He put a clean bandage on the wound and then lifted the twin in his arms. He walked to his horse and gently placed the twin on. Turning to Elrohir, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I will take him to Imladris. Asafoloth is fast and not yet weary. We will make it in time."

"I don't want to leave him." Elrohir protested with a shake of his head. "I will take him."

"You are weary as well." Glorfindel said as he eyed the companions. He smiled as his eyes fell on Legolas and Linriel. He looked back at the twin. "I will ride as fast as I can with Elladan. You and the others will follow."

"Please Glorfindel."

Glorfindel smiled slightly and mounted behind Elladan. "You brother will be safe. Worry not."

Elrohir looked up at him. He looked a Linriel and came up with an idea. "What about Linriel?" He asked quickly.

Glorfindel looked at her and noticed the paleness of her skin. "What is her condition?"

"The same poison that is effecting Elladan." Elrohir said.

Glorfindel sighed, knowing he was in a loosing battle against the younger twin. It was not easy to separate the twins, especially when one of them was hurt. "Take Erolden's horse. We will get Linriel and Elladan to your father."

Elrohir nodded gratefully. The elf known as Erolden dismounted and helped Elrohir place Linriel on his horse.

Legolas, who had been silent through the whole debate, placed a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. He hated parting with Linriel, but knew she was left in capable hands.

"I promise to protect her." Elrohir said, knowing what Legolas was thinking.

Legolas nodded. "Ride hard."

The twin nodded and mounted the horse. He looked at Glorfindel. The elder elf nodded and sped off into the forest. Elrohir followed close behind.

Legolas watched until he could no longer see them. Aragorn clasped a hand on his shoulder. "They will make it."

Legolas nodded. He looked at his friend and saw the weariness in Aragorn's face. "Perhaps we should rest for awhile."

Aragorn shook his head. "Nay. I want to get to Imladris as quickly as possible. Our horses are too weary to travel fast, but we can at least keep them at a gentle pace." Aragorn turned to grab his pack on the ground.

Legolas grabbed the man's tunic. "Estel, you look terrible. You need rest."

Aragorn turned around to face him. "I will be fine just as soon as we get to Rivendell."

Legolas glared at him. "You are no use to us half alive, Estel. If I am weary myself, I know you must be exhausted. One night of rest will not hinder our journey."

Aragorn sighed. The elf was right. Aragorn did not even have the strength to argue. With a sigh, he nodded. "You win. We rest the night."

Legolas smiled with a nod. With the help of the other elves, he began to set up camp. After making a fire, the friends ate a quiet meal together.

Aragorn then placed his bedroll near the fire and lay down. Legolas placed his own bedroll near his friend and sat down.

"Sleep well, my friend." Aragorn said to him.

Legolas nodded. "You as well."

Aragorn soon drifted to sleep, but the elf could not. By morning, Aragorn was rested, but Legolas had hardly slept. He worried for his sister and hoped she was okay. Almost every night since she had been captured, they had been together. In fact, all but three times he had held her in his arms, comforting her with his words. Unbeknownst to her, she was a great comfort to him as well. She was what kept his spirit alive for those two weeks. Holding her made him remember the things worth living for.

Now Legolas felt alone and worried. The nights when he had been captured and she had not been with him, had been the worst nights of his life. Two of them had been when he thought she was dead and the other had been equally stressful.

Linriel and Legolas were just sitting down in their cell to rest when two guards came in and took Linriel. Legolas had begged to be taken, but Linriel went willingly with the men as if she had known they would come.

The guards had grabbed her and forced her from the room. Though she walked willingly, her shoulders slumped and her head was down.

Legolas sighed. The whole night he had beat his hands against the door and paced the floor. He wondered constantly why they had taken her at this time of night.

The next day he wasn't able to see her until later in the evening. She didn't say a word about what had happened, but just said she was okay. She did not seem to be hurt so Legolas had let it go.

Legolas sighed again and looked up to the sky. The sun was just rising, creating a beautiful orange-red glow on the horizon. Legolas smiled. He knew his sister was safe this time. Yet, he could not help, but worry for her. He hoped she would make it to Rivendell in time and that lord Elrond would be able to heal her. He knew she was left in the most capable hands. Elrond and Glorfindel would do everything in their power to save her.