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Estennil. The memory of her face was so vivid in Gwaenor's mind. It gave him strength. How could he leave her? The very thought of her in any sort of grief pained him. His body ached as he quickly rolled from his position on the ground. The vile beast's weapon came down with a crash that would have surely gave him a slow painful death.

Gwaenor excruciatingly picked himself off the washed out path. The troll smiled cruelly. Not quite believing it had lost the upper hand when Gwaenor decided to keep fighting. How utterly stupid these creatures were was unbelievable. Gwaenor rolled behind the troll and leapt onto it in the blink of an eye. He thrust his sword out and made a shallow cut across its filthy throat. He kept his weapon in place and pulled it through the troll's neck. It roared shrilly and threw him madly about. But the more it moved the further the blade cut through its neck until finally it rendered the creature to the ground in a motionless heap. He could feel its last breath leave it smelly body.

Gwaenor staggered off the bloody mess and collapsed beside it in not any better shape.

…

His face. His eyes. His voice. It was like nothing had ever happened. Like the time we had been apart meant nothing. It only made the reality of seeing him all the more agonizing. The way he said her name stirred something within. Thranduil stroked the side of Ivoriel's cheek with his cloved hand, I couldn't help but flinch. Thranduil opened his mouth to say something, he looked hurt. But he was not injured as far as I could see. He wanted to tell exclaim how much he loved her or what in the Valar was she doing here?

But he was abruptly interrupted by the oncoming of Orcs. He stepped out in front of the underbrush pulling me behind him protectively. Elves rushed up to our defence from behind. They battled against the onslaught of the enemy. Thranduil attempted to drag Ivoriel to safety, only she adamantly refused.

He worried about her and he feared he was the cause of her anguish. The light had faded from her eyes leaving nothing but ruin. The destruction of her soul and spirit distinguished. She broke away from his grip and engaged in deadly combat. She was slowly losing the fight, and as far as he could see she already seemed resigned to her fate. Like Ivoriel wanted the quick death the orc's blade would inflict.

Thranduil did not want this at all. He needed her to live. He loved her, he charged into the chaos. He killed the bodies of filth in a matter of seconds. But Ivoriel had already turned away from him in search of more Orcs. An air of melancholy surrounded Ivoriel. She had a shallow cut on her forehead and wounds all over that were slowly healing. Thranduil would not have her risking her life. He did the first thing that came to mind and grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder. She gasped out loudly in surprise. Thranduil's guards slew all Orcs that attempted to follow their king.

The battle was almost over. The enemy was almost slain. Thranduil thought it amusing as Ivoriel started kicking, though she never said anything other than yelling to put her down and a few idle threats. He eventually put her down against a stone alcove. No words could ever describe how he was feeling. He wanted to tell her he loved her but the very words themselves were inexpressible verbally.

"Please believe me! I am sorry." Thranduil said desperately. He held back on kissing her just yet, he did not wish to drive her away. He would make everything up to her. Later. A spark went off between them when he touched her. To Thranduil it felt like butterflies fluttered against the insides of his stomach. But he had something else he had to do before he and the rest of his kin returned home. Thranduil knew Legolas would not return with him. The thought pained him considerably but he accepted his son's decision. He was almost as stubborn as himself.

In Ivoriel's heart she had already forgiven him, but her conscious became disconnected from this fact. Her mind refused to acknowledge her heart. Though she had slowly begun to realise how much the elven kind meant to her. What he had said was hurtful yet perhaps there was truth to his words. She had just never wanted to hear it. Did the Valar give her purpose to be here once more?

… (After the scene where Thranduil speaks to Tauriel)…

Thranduil stepped back from the weeping Elleth. She cried over a dwarf in her lap. The sight was heart wrenching to see. It was a sight all too familiar to witness. He felt something on his arm, a gentle feather light touch. He peered down behind him.

"Let her fade in the comfort of home." Ivoriel said as she went to comfort Tauriel. Though Ivoriel knew she could never heal a broken heart. Thranduil nodded in agreement. He would set Tauriel's banishment aside. Her intentions had never meant to hurt anyone. He understood this.

Thranduil left to look for Legolas or his body.

…

"You have always loved her." Thranduil looks at him slightly puzzled.

"She never left." Legolas said, turning away. Thranduil bowed his head no longer seeing his son's expression as he walked from the deathly ruins. Hope grew in him, entangling itself within the sadness and fear. Legolas had no desire to be the heir of Mirkwood.