Glorfindel drew his sword, placing himself between the wolves and the twins; he cast a brief glance over his shoulder. "Do you have him?"
"Almost," Elrohir replied. "Elladan, can you hear me?"
A small groan came from Elladan, and Elrohir muttered something to his twin. "Ready!" Elrohir called out to the balrog slayer.
Glorfindel back up towards the twins, keeping his sword out in front of him. Just then, a huge beast bounded out of the darkness, snarling, while heading toward the golden-haired elf.
Suddenly an arrow flew through the night, striking the monster. It reared up on its back legs, then fell to the ground, inches from Glorfindel.
"I had that!"
"Yes, I know," a grim voice said behind him.
"Wolves from Isengard," Glorfindel informed the other elf. A howl sounded in the darkness, and Glorfindel swung his bow around.
"Come!" Elrohir called, "There are too many!"
Glorfindel turned swiftly, and leaped on his horse, as Elrohir backed up, his bow drawn back. Seeing the other elf was ready, he swung up on his horse in one swift leap.
"Go!" Glorfindel exclaimed.
Elrohir reached out with one arm, staying by his brother. As they raced across the plain, they heard the wolves behind them, snarling and howling, hunting their prey. Them.
-.-
Lindir glanced over his shoulder, to make sure no one was around, before knocking on Erestor's office door.
"Come in," A voice said inside.
Lindir pushed the door open, and quickly stepped in. Erestor was behind his desk, and looked up at the minstrel, setting aside the paper he had been reading.
"Do you need something?"
"They have been gone far too long, something must have gone wrong," Lindir said.
Erestor was silent for a moment, looking out his window, thinking. Finally he spoke, "I am worried too, but there is nothing I can do."
"We must tell Lord Elrond," Lindir insisted.
Erestor nodded, "Yes, but not at the moment. If they do not return by the evening meal, we will inform him on the matter."
"Thank you," Lindir said bowing, and turning to leave.
"Lindir."
"Yes?" He asked, swiveling his head to see the adviser.
"I understand your worry, and you are a great friend. I know how little I ever - well, never mention these things. But I just wanted to let you know, even though I may not pay that much attention to you as much as some would, or well... really to anyone. I still consider you a good friend."
Lindir was shocked; he just stood there, not knowing what to say. "W-well, I-"
Erestor blinked, "Are you just going to stand there all day?"
"W- oh, no. Thank you."
"Yes, well, I may never say anything like that again," Erestor said. "Can you go now? I have work to do."
Lindir grinned, "Yes, my lord." Erestor was starting to get back to his normal self.
-.-
Elrond could have sworn Lindir was avoiding him, as well as Erestor. Well, Erestor avoided everyone most of the time. He came to a stop right outside the healing halls, he just needed to grab something real quick and head back to Celebrían. As he did so, he spotted Arwen walking down the hall; she stopped as she saw him.
"Ada?"
"Arwen."
Arwen rushed forward, and threw her arms around Elrond, "Where have you been?" She asked.
"I am sorry," he replied, returning her hug. "I have been so busy I had forgotten about you. Forgive me."
"Of course," Arwen replied. "How is Nana?"
"Not any better I fear," Elrond replied.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Arwen asked, her eyes pleading.
"N-" He stopped himself before he let the word slip out, she needed him, and Celebrían. She could not be left alone in all of this, "Come, there are some things I can show you."
-.-
Glorfindel muttered a curse under his breath, hoping Elrohir hadn't heard him. He knew it did not matter, but he never forgot the incident when they were little.
"They are gaining!" Elrohir exclaimed, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Elladan stir.
"You go ahead!" Glorfindel told him, "I will hold them off!"
"There are too many!" Elrohir said.
"Go on! I killed a balrog, I think I can handle them for a few moments!"
"Bu-"
"GO!" Glorfindel commanded, "I am telling you to as your commander. You need more time!"
Grudgingly Elrohir obeyed, urging his horse into the trees. Behind him Glorfindel swung his horse around, bringing an arrow up. As soon as his keen eyes spotted the first warg, he let the arrow fly. It hit the beast, but it continued on. He shot another arrow into it, then let a third one fly into another oncoming monster.
The two beasts slammed into the ground. But it was far from over. More poured out of the darkness, and he knew he could never take them at that short of distance.
He didn't need tell his horse, it was already turning and running, away from the twins. Leading off onto a different path. Glorfindel slipped an arrow onto his bow, and turned, pointing it behind him. Without a second thought, he let it go, the arrow catching a warg in the chest. The warg stumbled, but leaped back up, charging after him, and then slammed into a tree.
Arrow after arrow he shot, but they kept after him. Snarling and growling, refusing to give up their prey.
From under him, he could feel his horse starting to tire. It was a good horse, and took a lot to make it start to wear down. But they had been riding hard for hours, not leading a straight path back to Imladris for several reasons. Glorfindel knew the horse could last a while longer, but the wolves where fresh, and would go for longer.
He let an arrow go, taking down one of the beast. He hoped the twins would make it to safety; they were almost like little brothers to him. They image of a wounded Elladan surged through his mind, and a fresh flash of anger shot through his body.
Trying something he hadn't in a while, he pulled back two arrows on the string. Half standing, half sitting, while turning, he let them fly. Casting up a quick prayer to the Valar to let his aim be true.
He let out a sigh of relief as the arrows found their targets.
Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.