This chapter is a little different, I threw something new in, which you will have to read to find out. :) Enjoy!
"Lord Elrond," Glorfindel said.
Elrond lifted his head. "Yes?"
"I am going out soon on border patrol, was there anything you needed?"
"No. Oh, yes... sorry." Elrond stood from the chair he had been sitting on, beside Celebrían. He reached behind him and picked up a paper from off the small table. "Can you give this to Erestor? I must have forgotten."
"Is that all?" Glorfindel asked. He noticed the lines of worry across Elrond's face, his gaze rarely leaving Celebrían. Glorfindel glanced over at her; she was motionless, her face pale and clammy. He could still see the pain that lined her face, even in sleep.
"Oh, one more thing, can you remind Erestor about Celeborn coming to visit? I almost forgot." Elrond sighed, and rubbed his forehead.
"Why don't you rest?" Glorfindel suggested. "It would do you a lot of good."
"I can't," Elrond said. "She needs me." He gazed down at Celebrían, sadness filling his eyes. "I can't leave her," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, my Lord," Glorfindel backed out of the room, and headed down to Erestor's office. Why had this happened? Why could he have not protected her? Wasn't that why he was here? To watch over them? His pace quickened, and he clenched his jaw. He had told Elrond he was going on border patrol, but that was only partly true. He wasn't being dishonest. He just... he felt like it wasn't best for Elrond to be informed of this matter at the moment.
Glorfindel came to a stop, realizing he was now at Erestor's office. The door was open a little, so he pushed it open the rest of the way.
Erestor was at his desk, staring at the wall. That was unusual; typically when he came in Erestor was writing, or something of the sort. He always looked busy.
"Erestor," Glorfindel said. He didn't know why, but he felt the need to speak his name softly.
"It's changing him," Erestor said, not breaking his gaze at the wall. "Why? Why her?" He glanced up as Glorfindel stepped farther into the room. "Can you see it?"
"Yes. Yes, I can," Glorfindel said quietly. He looked down at the paper in his hand. "Elrond wanted me to give this to you." He stepped forward and handed out to him.
"Oh, yes, thank you," Erestor said, excepting it. He stared at it, but he didn't read the words.
"Also, Elrond wanted me to remind you of Celeborn's visit."
"Celeborn," Erestor muttered, still staring at the paper. "Oh, yes! I had forgotten!" He set the paper down and stood, starting to step around the desk, but then stopped. He looked up at Glorfindel, his grey eyes filled with sorrow. "I don't understand, why would anything harm her? What vile beast could do such a thing?"
Glorfindel shook his head. "I truly do not know. The only answer is to slay them." Anger filled the golden-haired elf. "Kill them. Remove them from Middle Earth, forever."
"So you mean to carry out your plan," Erestor said.
"Yes. Elladan and Elrohir are going with me also."
Erestor sighed. "I guess there is no stopping you then."
-.-
Elrohir's gaze penetrated the land beyond him; beside him was his twin, and on the other side the famed Balrog-slayer. His keen ears picked up the sound of foul voices, and heavy feet. His gaze fell upon the trees from where it came. His hand gripped his smooth bow, as he reached over his shoulder for an arrow.
"They are here," Glorfindel said, just as the beasts burst from the trees. Orcs.
Two arrows twanged simultaneously from their bows as the strings where released, followed quickly by a third. They were a day out from their usual patrol, and beyond the close safety of Imladris.
Each arrow found its target, and three orcs fell to the ground. A roar and cackling sound came from the orcs, as they tried to find their attackers. With no sound, the three elf riders charged forward, firing arrow after arrow as they came closer. Upon seeing the warriors, the orcs turned to face their adversity, snarling and growling in their vile language.
Glorfindel spread out a little from the twins, replacing his bow with a sword. As the sword swung into the air, the sun glinted off the blade, momentarily blinding the orc nearest to him.
His horse slammed into the horde of orcs, as he took one's head. His sword swung around, slicing across the upper body of an orc, instantly killing it. Beside him, he could hear the twins' swords clashing, clearing a path of orcs in front of them.
Swords clashed, black blood gushed from wounded and dead orcs, until the battle field in front of them where littered with bodies. It was still not over. About twenty orcs burst out of the forest, taking in their dead companions, then the three elves covered in their blood. The lips of the leader orc curled back, showing brown and black stained teeth, and a black liquid drooped down from its mouth.
"Elves!" he snarled.
Elrohir swung off his horse, his sword ready to strike. "This one is mine."
Glorfindel noticed the look in his eyes, anger and hurt so deep no words could describe it. Elladan dismounted, following his brother, the same anger and malice on his face.
"Kill them!" The orc swung his crude-looking sword toward the twins, and charged toward them.
Elladan and Elrohir stood their ground, their swords meeting the orcs filthy flesh. Glorfindel charged into them, still on his horse, slamming his sword to the ones nearest to him.
The largest orc, charged at Elladan, who at the moment was fighting off two other orcs.
"Elladan!" Elrohir exclaimed, seeing the orc.
Elladan turned his head, just as the orcs sword clashed into his, shoving him backwards. Elladan slammed into the ground, his arms flying out beside him, he jolted as the ground met him. The sword loosened from his grip, and his hand reached to get a better hold.
Glorfindel saw the event, and tried to go to the fallen brother, but he was rushed upon by several orcs.
"Elladan!" Elrohir cried out again, just as the large orc brought his sword down for a killing blow.
Elladan swung his sword up in a arc, still not having the best grip on it; it felt a little uncomfortable in his hand. As the orcs' sword slammed on his own blade, he could feel the weight of it pressing down. Elladan kicked up, hitting the orc behind the knee, causing it to buckle. Then he jerked his leg back, and slammed it onto the orc's right leg, and jerked up. The action had surprised the orc, and it flew backwards off Elladan's head.
Before the orc had time to land, Elladan flipped over, and leaped to his feet. He swung the sword in his hand, then brought it down, right into the orc's head. Black blood gushed out, as Elladan brought his sword out, bloodying the ground around him.
Suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his side; he gasped, trying to catch his breath. He heard his brother's voice calling out to him.
-.-
Elrohir was trying to get to his brother's side. He had just seen him flip the orc over, and come to his feet. Bringing his sword around, he sliced through an orc's head, then kicked the body to the ground. Elladan had just jerked the sword from the orcs' head, when another orc came running up behind him.
"Elladan!" Elrohir shoved past an orc with an arrow sticking out of its back, probably from Glorfindel.
Time seemed to slow. He had to reach him! But it seemed as if weight were holding him back.
The orc slammed its sword into to Elladan's side, just as an arrow caught it in the neck.
"Elladan!" Elrohir exclaimed, rushing to his brother's side. His sword slid from his fingers, as he reached out to catch his twin. From the corner of his eye, he could see Glorfindel on his white horse slicing down orcs, as he neared the brothers.
"Elladan?" Elrohir said softly. "Can you hear me?"
Elladan's head turned over, his eyes gazing up at his younger twin. He coughed, and his body shook as pain shot through him. Elrohir lifted his brother's limp body, and grabbed his arm and slung it over his shoulder.
Elladan moaned, as Elrohir lead him to the horses. "Stay with me," he whispered.
Hooves pounded behind him, as Glorfindel came up beside them. He slid off his horse, landing lightly beside Elrohir.
"He will be all right, won't he?" Elrohir asked, his eyes filled with hope and worry.
"Yes," Glorfindel replied. He didn't know what else to say. As he saw the limp elf warrior, he remembered them as elflings, running and laughing through the halls. That had been so long ago, it had been a long time since he had seen them, laugh, or even smile. He couldn't let any harm come to them. He would never be able to live with himself.
He grabbed the end of his tunic, and ripped a long strip off the bottom. He pushed it against the bloody wound, that was staining Elladan's clothing. "Hold this," he told Elrohir.
Elrohir pressed his hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Glorfindel rushed up to the twin's horse, and lead it back to them
"Quickly," he said.
The two helped Elladan onto the horse, careful not to disturb the wound.
Elrohir mounted his horse, and rode up beside his brother, putting an arm out to help him stay upright. He whispered something to him, something only the twins could hear. Begging him to stay. He couldn't bear to lose another.
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