Legolas stopped, and took a step back, "Ada.."

His father was behind him in an instant, sword drawn, "I know. I feel it."

The creak of bows being drown was behind him.

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"Faster, please, Asfaloth." Somehow, thankfully his friend managed to go faster, scrambling up the side of the mountain.

For creatures that were supposed to have an infinate amount of time, Glorfindel often felt like he was constantly running out of it.

He glanced back to ensure the rest of his host was with him. They were.

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The goblin's grinned as they crawled from their caves like ants from their hole. Viscious grins dribbed and disformed hands held crude weapons or chains attached to trolls.

Legolas found an arrow in his hand before he could think, aimed for a troll eye. Waiting for the command to fire.

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"Oh Valar, help us." Elladan said, face scrunching up at the smell wafting from above and the morning sunrise in his eye, "That cannot be good."

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Arrow after arrow he shot until he had no more, and arrow after arrow another one of the elves that had come with him left for the halls.

A troll screamed with rage and came charging forward. He pulled his knives.

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Rivers of blood leaked from far above the mountain pass. Both red and black.

The horses tried not to step in it but did not always have a choice.

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He slipped in blood, and the rocks rolled beneath his feet.

He fell.

He was going to die. The troll swung its axe.

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It has been long years since he had last seen such carnegie, and the first time the twins ever had.

Next to him Elrond yelled, desperate and pleading, "Legolas? Thranduil?"

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"Ada! No!"

The troll fell.

So did the king.

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No answer came, the only sight was the dead.

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He tried desperately to fight his way to his father, but the goblins seemed to be multiplying the more he killed.

Something struck his head from behind.

He didn't feel his face crash into the rocks as he fell into them.

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Elladan and Elrohir both dropped from their horses and began scrambling up some of the bigger boulders, searching around for any clues to where survivors might be.

Would hopefully be.

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He knew when the tree's wanted him to wake. He also knew when the tree' thought something was urgent. And this, apparently, was urgent.

Regardless of the screaming agony in his head, Legolas opened his eyes.

Just in time to see a pair creeping slowly towards him in the night. Feeling the edges or a rock in his hand he grabbed it securely and prepared to strike.

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"Over here!" Elladan called, pointing the way where a small cloud of dust had been kicked up, "It has to be!"

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Seven strikes. It took seven strikes to take its life.

He found his knife, and then he searched for anybody that might still be alive.

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There was the sound of a sword slicing flesh, and Asfaloth charged for it. Glorfindel easily shot three of the goblins, and each twin got the other two.

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He bound the wound tightly, grabbed his sword from the ground next to him in time to deflect another blow and spill the guts of the goblin scout attempting to kill him.

He killed two others before they could come near those in his party that had survived the ambush.

The last got a slice onto his arm, and then it lost its head.

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Legolas almost looked as if he had been sentenced to death by a thousand scratches. He looked pale, hallow, and exhausted. A wound oozed from his forehead, and his hair at the back was equally red.

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Every hour or so it seemed more scouts were sent to check on the state of the ambush. To see if the elves had come through the pass.

Every hour it became harder to protect the others and himself. Every hour he wished more and more desperate for help.

Another head fell to the ground.

Every hour he grew more worried none of them would survive the night.

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"Oh good." He said, sounding entirely as dazed as he looked. Glorfindel threw himself off of Asfaloth and towards the prince.

Legolas turned mechanically towards a small barricade of stones, "Please help."

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The sun could not come up fast enough. He was too tired. His father was bleeding too much. Everything was happening too much.

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Elrond fell to the ground next to Thranduil and immediately began his work on the wounds while Elladan, and Elrohir began their inspection of some of the other incredibly injured elves secured away by their prince.

There were not many, not compared to how many Glorfindel knew would have been sent to escort their King.

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His arms felt like lead, heavier with every swing. There were hoofbeats in the distance.

The five goblins that had been scrambling across the earth towards him dropped dead. Somehow he managed to turn towards the noise, trying not to visibly sway.

It took him a moment to recognize it as Glorfindel, "Oh good."

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Thranduil opened his eyes, the fear in his heart still as ice cold as when he saw the troll swinging for Legolas with such deadly promises.

He made to move, to search, to do something, anything. Anything to help Legolas.

His son. His greenleaf.

"Peace, Thranduil, Peace. He is safe." Glorfindel appeared out of nowhere, leaning over him, "In the bed across from yours, asleep. Healing."

He tore his eyes away and moved his head to see his son, ignoring the pains from doing so. Cuts, scratches, and a few bites were visible already. Seeing him was not good enough.

He made to move again, to get up, to go to his son. Hold him. Touch him, just in case.

"Stop! Stop!" Glorfindel pushed him back onto the bed, "You will tear your stitches. Stop."

He would not stop.

"I will bring him to you."

He stopped fighting and managed to move himself away from the center of the bed. Watching with scrutiny as Glorfindel carefully lifted Legolas' frail looking form from his own bed and carried him over to his fathers and laid him down gently

Thranduil managed to lift one of his hadns to cup his little leafs face as he pressed his forehead lightly against Legolas' injured one; telling his son in every way he could that he had not left.

He was not alone. He would never be alone.

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