Emyra moved swiftly blocking the Orc's sword with hers swiftly slicing its throat with her dagger, she looked up for her brother and Father, relief washing over her when she saw both still standing fighting side by side, but even then their forces were being overrun, there were to many Orcs and not enough Elves. They were bound to be annihilated if aid did not come.

Emyra sheathed her sword pulling her bow from her back notching an arrow, firing watching hit an Orc in the center of the chest, she was decent with a blade but was superior with a bow, it had always been her weapon of choice. The sound of a horn drew her attention, another swarm of Orcs came running at them, but these Orcs were larger and much more aggressive.

"Mountain Orcs!" Emyra yelled, pulling another arrow from her quiver, they were in trouble.

~*~
The messenger ran into the throne room, panting to catch his breath, Thranduil stood from his throne looking at the Elven man his eyebrows raised.

"My Lord, I have urgent news from Estalian." Thranduil moved down the stairs from his throne taking the letter from the man. "They are being attacked by Orc armies, they request aid." Thranduil skimmed over the letter taking in a sharp breath.

"Where is Lady Emyra?" Thranduil asked looking at the messenger, Emyra could ride back with him and his army.

"My Lord, The Princess had returned home." Thranduil put a hand to his temple, his stomach twisted and a pit grew in his stomach.

"Very well." Thranduil replied he didn't know she had left, she hadn't even said goodbye but he supposed that was understandable, he moved to one of the Guards. "Relay orders to prepare the army, we ride out as soon as possible." Thranduil looked back at the messenger. "I am sending aid."

~*~

Emyra moved swiftly over the fallen Orc's and elves, she killed those she could as she moved, but she was growing tired as were the others around her, it had been almost two days and they were being overpowered.

"Rhydian!" Emyra cried watching the Orcs dagger fly planting itself into her brothers stomach, she let out a small cry firing an arrow killing the Orc, she moved to her Brother pulling him away from the battle the best she could.

Rhydian looked up at her taking in a shaky breath putting his hand on her cheek, Emyra closed her eyes tears slipping down her cheeks as she placed her hand over his.

"Your going to be alright." Emyra soothed looking her brother in the eyes. "I need to take the dagger out." she spoke softly as to not alert anyone of their location, she carefully put her free hand around the hilt holding Rhydian's hand with the other, she pulled it out as quickly as she could flinching as he cringed. "There." She smiled reassuringly putting her hand over the wound to stop it from bleeding, the blue sleeves of the tunic under her armor were soaked in his blood along with her armor.

"Emmy." Rhydian looked up at Emyra his eyes drooping slightly, Emyra just shook her head telling him to save his energy, he hadn't called her Emmy since they were children which scared Emyra beyond belief causing her to tear up.

"Your going to be fine Rhydian. Okay? Your going to be okay," Emyra looked down at her blood covered hands her heart beating like a drum in her chest, her hands were so covered you could barley see them. The blow of a horn caused Emyra to look over her shoulder, a swarm of elves dressed in the Golden armor of Greenwood flooded into the battle field.

Emyra sighed relief washing over her, she looked back at Rhydian, talking to him softly about what they were going to do after this was all over, how they were going to make time for each other, and laugh like they used to when they were young, she spoke about anything she could think off.

"Don't move, Don't scream or I'll kill you." An Orc growled in her ear pushing the blade into her neck, Emyra took a shaky breath standing up as he did blood trickled down her neck from the cut made by how hard he was pushing the dagger into her throat, he went to speak again but all that came out were gurgles and the orc dropped, Emyra turned looking up her eyes meeting the gaze of Thranduil, that familiar chill washed over her.

"Is that your blood?" Thranduil asked looking her over not seeing Rhydian on the ground. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Emyra replied a little more coldly then she had meant to, she turned from him kneeling back down beside Rhydian putting her hands back over his wound. "Thank you." She added but didn't look at Thranduil, she could hear him sigh from behind her but still didn't turn to look at him again.

As soon as his army came the battle seemed to end in minutes, Emyra and her family were informed Rhydian would be fine and was expected to make a full recover thanks to Emyra's fast reflexes.

"Congratulations on your Engagement Thranduil." Meikeena put a hand on her daughters shoulder, but Emyra simply looked away from him. She had changed and cleaned up on request of her Mother while her Father ordered able men to retrieve the dead. "We look forward to the wedding and give you our blessings."

Thranduil nodded his head glancing at Emyra once before looking back at her mother.

"Thank you, Meikeena." Thranduil replied, but his voice was weaker filled with a sorrow Emyra had never heard in his voice before, but she didn't dare ask, she didn't want to know, she didn't want to care for him anymore, then the next however long wouldn't hurt her, watching Thranduil love another or try too. Emyra wanted to careless about all of it, she was starting now.