A/N Thank you to Neiroel, for the idea to this drabble!

#57 Anyone of Us

Elrond cursed his stupidity. How could he not have noticed the signs they were not alone out here? The weather had been horrible that day, pouring down rain, the wind howling around them. It had gotten so bad Elrond had to find a place for him and his entourage to stay until it passed.

However, what he failed to do was thoroughly check to make sure the cave he found was completely void of all enemies. Now, because of his poor judgment, he and several of his elves including his sons and best friend Glorfindel were being held captive by a band of orcs.

Caught off guard, the orcs quickly took all their weapons, but not before they managed to kill half of them at least. Elrond was thinking frantically; he had to find some way to at least get his children out of here. He had lived a good long life, but his sons were still young. Elrond was brought out of his thoughts by the approaching footsteps of one of their captors.

"Are you ready to meet your end elf scum?" The orc laughed maliciously, licking his lips.

Elrond glared back; he was not going to give this foul creature the satisfaction by answering him. He watched as several other orcs came forth each holding a long crude looking sword. He did not like the way they were surveying them as if they were trying to decide on something.

"Well, which one are we going to start with first?" a smaller orc asked starting to walk towards his younger son. "I'm starving!"

At those words, it dawned on Elrond what they were doing. They were deciding which of them they were going to eat!

The larger orc pushed the smaller one out of the way. "Keep your distance maggot; we will let their leader decide which of his people we eat first."

Elrond blanched, he had to decide? He felt the cave beginning to spin as the words sunk into his brain. He shook his head fiercely trying to defy the orcs. He would not play their games. He would die before he handed over one of his people as orc food.

Sensing the elf lord's thoughts, the head orc began to walk over to his eldest son. "Fine, have it your way. If you don't choose, then we will start with this fresh looking one."

Elrond screamed. "No!" Elrond knew he was going to have to pick and fast, so he looked around. If he had to pick anyone of them, then it would be him. "Me, you can have me just please let the other's go."

The rest of elves began to protest at Elrond's words, but the orc laughed and began to advance towards him. He saw the creature lift his sword and Elrond forced himself to look into his enemy's eyes. As the sword started to come at him, only one thought went through his mind: I am coming home Celebrían.