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Chapter 11

Legolas, Galian and Berthilion were still walking up the amazingly high
staircase, when they heard a female voice sounding a lot like Laeriel
scream. Immediately Legolas started running.

"Come on," he gasped, already near the top of the stairs. Galian and
Berthilion followed him, cursing.

They ran for what seemed like forever, until they finally got to the door of Thelion's room. Legolas stopped running and stared long and hard on the door.

"Any last words?" he whispered, looking at his friends.

"I'm sorry about the comment I said earlier, it just came out," said
Berthilion, looking at the floor, knowing very well that if he wasn't
forgiven now, chances were that he would never be forgiven.

"I'm not mad. It's ok," Legolas said, even though he sounded like someone with a load taken of off his mind. He then looked expectantly at Galian. "Any last words?"

"Yes," replied Galian, looking puzzled about something. "What's this ok you keep talking about?"

Legolas and Berthilion exchanged looks. Where did they learn 'ok' anyway?

"I think I read a book I liked, and they said ok," guessed Berthilion.
Galian nodded in understanding.

"Ah" Galian nodded, as if he understood.

Legolas stared at his friend, and then turned his attention back to the
door. He reached a shaking hand towards the doorknob.

"Ready?" whispered Legolas, his voice shaking as much as his hand.

"When you are," said Galian grimly, eyes fixed on the doorknob.

"Always,' replied Berthilion, mentally saying farewell to his family and friends.

Legolas drew a shaky breath in, and twisted the doorknob. The door opened…

"Ughh," moaned a drunken Thranduil. He was only starting at the second
bottle, and already he was drunk! How could that be?

"Ughh," Elrond copied Thranduil. He was really drunk. More drunk than
anytime in his long life. They drank the rest of their ale, and moaned
again.

"Want another drink, Thrandy?" rather stupidly, asked Elrond.

"No thanks, Elry" replied Thranduil equally stupidly. They mindlessly
chattered for about five minutes. Then Thranduil started nodding off, as Elrond described all the she elves he had ever taken a fancy to in his younger years.

"Boring you, eh?" asked Elrond smirking. But it was too late. Thranduil was already asleep. Still smirking Elrond followed his example.

When the servant came in, he noticed the two lords sleeping fitfully. Elrond with a smirk, and Thranduil with an interested but distracted expression on his face. The servant smiled, and went back to gossip about how the lords had drunk ten bottles of ale each. At the end of the hour, rumors had it that Lord Elrond and King Thranduil drunken two hundred bottles of ale between them.

"How long can you stay conscious after the torch touches you? An hour? Two?"

Laeriel was too scared to think much about it. Right now her biggest fear distracted her too much to think about anything. She screamed. She screamed and screamed until there was no air in her body. She took a big breath, and screamed again.

"No use screaming," Thelion grinned. "No one will hear you."

Legolas opened the door and braced himself. Sure enough, a woman's scream came out of the next door.

"Quiet," whispered Berthilion, already creeping towards the room where the screams were heard, while the other two were standing, looking around the rich room full of green, black and red.

Legolas and Galian took one last look around the room, and followed him. The screams were getting louder and more urgent now. Legolas, irritated by the suspension, ran to the door and flung it open, Berthilion and Galian hurried after him, simultaneously thinking that Legolas was crazy.

Then, everybody froze. Thelion in the act of burning Laeriel's cheek,
Laeriel in the act of slapping Thelion, Legolas in the act of gaping and breathing, and Galian and Berthilion in the act of following Legolas.

Thelion and Laeriel were shocked at Legolas bursting through the door.

Legolas was shocked at the state Laeriel was in. Burns all over her body were visible. In fact, he could count six burns in all.

Galian and Berthilion were shocked at the state Laeriel was in, and also thinking how to stop Legolas killing Thelion.

After about twenty seconds of frozen silence, everyone sprung into action. Legolas, in a rage, threw himself at Thelion. Thelion, startled, held his torch out in front of him defensively. Laeriel screamed. Berthilion, panicked, threw himself on her and carried her to the other side of the room. Through all that, Galian was standing there muttering unknown spells.

Legolas yelled as he hit the torch, his forward momentum propelling him into the burning flame and then into Thelion.
Thelion, still holding the torch in one hand, slammed his fist into the younger elf's nose and Legolas responded by tripping his brother over, both of them falling to the hard ground. Thelion flipped over so that he was now on top of his brother still holding the torch and moving it closer to the golden haired elf's face. Legolas grabbed Thelion's wrist and pushed the torch away from himself keeping the flame as far away from himself as he possibly could. Thelion, however, was far stronger than his brother and Legolas, quickly realizing this, pulled up his legs and kicked his brother in the stomach sending the older elf flying off his brother.

Legolas jumped up quickly moving far too fast, the strain causing him to savagely rip his stomach muscles. Thelion doubled over where he had landed, trying to ease his winded ribs. Legolas moved forwards to try and attack Thelion again whilst he was in a vulnerable position, but Thelion was too fast for him, jumping up and throwing a heavy punch at the side of Legolas's head. Legolas looked around dazed using every bit of strength he had not to fall over.

Just then the torch (still burning, magically) floated in mid-air and
burned Thelion. He yelled and muttering some spell under his breath, the torch flew towards Galian, scaring the living daylights out of him.

Through all that, Berthilion protected Laeriel, doing his best to keep her out of harms way.

Chapter 11 finished so soon! Wow! That's probably my record! And now,
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 Thank you to Elven Hope for editing this chapter.

And before I forget, I'm curious about who's your favorite character.

Thelion

Laeriel

Berthilion

Galian

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TobiasHawk13
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