He had come back.

"What are you doing here?" Angeli demanded shakily, trying to keep her sword against Galadriel's neck.

She heard footsteps behind her as Bard approached.

"I'm here because I care about you," he murmured. "Angeli, violence is not the answer. You are way better then this."

"Then you do not know me as well as you think," Angeli responded coolly.

"This is who I am."

Bard placed a hand on Angeli's shoulder.

"No, this isn't who you are. You are not a cold hearted, evil murderer. What happened to the sweet elleth whom my children loved so much?"

"She's gone," Angeli whispered softly.

"No," Bard's breath tickled her ear. "She's still there, somewhere. Hiding, perhaps."

Angeli's grip on her sword faltered for a brief moment, and Galadriel saw it as her chance.

Using all her remaining strength, she pushed Angeli away from her, sending both Angeli and Bard across the clearing, and Angeli's sword, well, it spiraled a good five feet away from them.

"You foolish, foolish princess," Galadriel spat, her magic practically swirling around her in a thick fog.

Angeli shivered without even thinking and found that she had instinctively grabbed his hand.

"Sorry," she muttered, pulling away.

"Angeli-"

Bard was cut off by Galadriel's voice.

"Enough!" she commanded, pushing her hand out.

Angeli and Bard rolled to the left and as Bard stop rolling, he noticed Angeli was on top of him. Her face flushed red and she made to get off him, but before she could move, Bard grabbed her hand. Angeli looked up at him, startled, then her eyes closed, and she fell off him lazily.

Now Galadriel stood over him with Angeli's sword in her hands, blood dripping off the tip.

Angeli's blood.

Bard's gaze shifted over to Angeli's body. She was lying on her back, and blood was pooling around her.

Galadriel looked at Bard and saw his hand intertwined with Angeli's. There was now fire in her eyes.

"You!" she threw her sword down and Bard rolled to the side again, narrowly avoiding being cut in half.

"You did this!" she pushed her hand towards Bard.

He tried to dodge, but Galadriel's magic was too fast this time. He flew a couple feet away, then landed hard on his side.

"At least...I am not...the one who killed her," Bard wheezed, breathing heavily.

"I had no choice," Galadriel responded coolly. "She was out of control. Imagine what she could have done had she lived."

"She was perfectly fine when she was with me!" Bard snapped, coughing immediately after. "She was wonderful," he whispered.

"Until you ruined her with your stupid peasant talk," Galadriel muttered. "You ruined my daughter," she drawled.

"How can you say that?" Bard rasped. "You sent her off to Rivendell. She was ruined long before I met her."

Out of the corner of his eye, Bard saw Angeli move. Galadriel saw it as well, and began to move towards her daughter.

"Do not touch her!" Bard warned. "Take me instead."

Angeli began to stir. "Bard...no."

Bard kept his gaze on Galadriel. "Let her live, kill me instead."

Galadriel looked hesitant, but after a few moments, her lips twisted into a small smile. She now moved towards Bard, Angeli's sword glinting in the moonlight.

Bard closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow.

"Galadriel, stop!"

Bard opened one eye to see a figure standing almost completely out of his line of vision. Galadriel froze and closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh.

"Put the sword down," the voice continued, as Bard shifted, squinting to try and figure out who it was saving them.

All he could make out was silver hair against the glare of sunlight, which did not help him out at all.

The figure made to move forward, before noticing Bard's curious gaze was trained on him.

"It's okay now," it soothed, moving forward as Bard's eyes began to drop.

"Esta, mellon min."

Those were the last words Bard heard as darkness engulfed him and he passed out.

Translations:

Esta, mellon min- Rest, my friend.