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Title: In the Name of Faith (12/?)

Pairings: Glorfindel/Legolas, Glorfindel/?, Legolas/?

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just borrowing them.

Warnings: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think of)

Author's note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! If you do not like it, do leave.
SORRY. I've made two fatal mistakes in chapter eleven : 1. It was supposed to be Thranduil's palace that was near the river, and not the borders. 2. When Lindir said "the river is a few paces away" it was supposed to be "a few leagues away". SO SORRY!
Thanks so much Morgana for beta reading.

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Chapter Twelve

Lindir made his way into Elrond's tent after the Elven Lord had bid him in. The three Lords of Rivendell were sitting on their chairs, discussing battle strategies over some papers laid out on a small wooden table. They lifted their heads when the tall Captain made his entrance.

"Yes Lindir?" Elrond greeted the elf.

"My Lord." Lindir bowed slightly, "Something unexpected has occurred. Mirkwood has sent a messenger, and the Elf demands for you to read this."

Lindir handed his Lord a small rolled parchment with the royal emblem of Mirkwood on it. Without saying a single word, Elrond took the paper from his Captain's hand and hastily unrolled it, wincing occasionally, as he read through the contents of the letter.

"What is it, Ada?" Elrohir asked impatiently once Elrond had finished. Elrond threw the r onr onto the table and stood up straight. "Glorfindel is still alive."

The three other elves instantly breathed in relief.

"Thank the Valar," Elladan sighed, watching his father. "And now what, Ada? What is it that Thranduil wishes?"

"He summoned me to attend a meeting with him." Elrond returned. He rubbed his chin, pondering the matter deeply. "But there is a condition. He allowed to bring only twenty of our soldiers and requested that they are unarmed, myself included. He will only negotiate with me when I am willing to come to him in peace."

"Nonsense!" Now Elladan became angry, jumping up from his seat. "Then he will be able to capture you without a fight. Thranduil must be insane if he thinks we will do as he bids."

"That he wants to capture me in that way is likely," Elrond replied quietly, and then added. "Or not."

Both Elladan and Elrohir froze, looking closely at their father.

"What do you mean?" Elladan asked in trepidation, his voice trembling slightly. "You � will not go, will you Ada?"

Elrond's answer instantly brought shivers to both brothers. "Aye, I will." "Surely you are jesting," Elladan exclaimed in shock. "You can not go!"

"Elladan is right, Ada," Elrohir followed, but with a much calmer voice than his elder's. "It is too dangerous."

Elrond folded his hands across his chest, gazing at both twins.

"I apologize for this, my sons," Elrond said patiently. "But you are both aware that I am no longer fond of war. I have had my fair share of many battles before this, and I have tasted the bitterness of it. Therefore, if there is a way where I am able to gain Glorfindel's freedom by negotiation, without having to shed any blood, then I will try everything within my power to do so."

He paused and smiled reassuringly before continuing his explanation. "However, Thranduil gave us his words that he will not harm us if we follow his instructions. Stubborn Thranduil might be, but I know for certain that he has always held true to his words. He will not lie about this."

"And you trust him?" Elladan raised one of his dark eyebrows questioningly.

"It appears that I do not have any other choice, do I?" Elrond asked back.

A moment of silence fell among them, as both twins gave their father horrid stares, until finally the expression on Elrohir's face softened and his voice broke the air.

"I understand clearly what you are saying, Ada. But still, I am worried," Elrohir's eyes were dark with concern, as he ran his fingers along his black tresses. "I only hope that Thranduil will not try anything foolish."

"At least let us come with you," Elladan cut in quickly.

"Nay, you will." ." Elrond shook his head. All of a sudden the sternness was back in his voice, and on his face.

"But Ada...?"

"You will wait in the camp with Elrohir and the others," Elrond reasoned, not giving his sons any chance to speak. "Lindir will come with me. If we are indeed taken captive, I want both of you to take charge here. It won't do us any good if we are all captured."

Elladan wanted to protest, but instead swallowed it down, as he realized the truth behind his father's words. It was understandable after all. If all their leaders were captured, their army would be nothing but one great chaos, and should the wood Elves attack, their troops would easily be defeated. Hiding their frustration, Elladan and Elrohir watched, as their father turned to address Lindir, who stood waiting in silence.

"Prepare twenty of oun,"n," Elrond commanded. "We will leave at dawn. Inform them to leave their weapons behind. And yours too, Lindir."

The disdainful look on the gray haired elf's face indicated that he was not too happy with the decision, but he complied and only bowed in respect. "Yes, my Lord."
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As planned, at the next dawn, Elrond, Lindir and twenty of Imladris' finest warriors departed from the camp. All were on horseback and all were unarmed. With Elrond's approval, Elladan and Elrohir, along with another twenty warriors followed closely behind. The two groups would separate once Elrond had met with the wood Elves.

They rode quietly through the eerie forest, until they came across a small meadow surrounded by massive green trees. At the other end of the field, Felenduir, along with a handful of Mirkwood's elite guards, already sat waiting on their horses. Dozens of blond Elves stood on the ground around them, all were clad in the green and brown uniform of Mirkwood's soldiers, and all carried bows and quivers. At the first sight of the enemy, the twins tensed slightly, but managed to keep their hands confined to the reins of their horses. Elladan held up a hand, signaling all the Elves in their group to come to a halt. He then continued to watch in silence, as Elrond and his companions broke away, crossing the meadow to approach the waiting Elves.

Sitting restlessly on his horse, Felenduir studied the lines of Noldorin Elves before him. The Prince was trying, and failing terribly, to suppress the disgust on his face.

If it were his choice, he would advance toward the Noldor right there at that very moment, to chop their heads off. However, he had direct orders from his father to escort them to the palace, had even been given a clear warning to hold his temper in check. And even as an ill-natured Elf as he was, Felenduir knew better than to dare himself to defy the King of Mirkwood.

Inhaling a deep breath as if to calm himself, the blond focused his attention on the upcoming delegation of Rivendell Elves. When they finally halted in front of him, the Prince of Mirkwood bowed his head slightly, a gesture which Elrond did in return.

"I am called Felenduir, and Thranduil is my father," Felenduir greeted through clenched teeth. "You must be Elrond, I assume?"

"Mae governnen, Prince Felenduir," Elrond replied as politely as possible, ignoring completely the intense hatred that shone from the prince's blue eyes. "I am Elrond Half-Elven. These with me are Lindir, my Captain, and the twenty soldiers who will come with me. The others were only escorting us here and will go back to our camp."

"Very well," Felenduir commented, and waved his hand, signaling for his soldiers to come forward. His gaze then fell back to the Imladris' Lord. "If you are y, Ly, Lord Elrond, my men would like to check your party for weapons."

It was to be expected anyhow, Elrond mused to himself. "By all means."

At a silent nod from their Lord, Lindir and the twenty soldiers dismounted and stepped aside; presenting themselves to be searched by the Sindarin soldiers. Elrond quickly followed suit. He slid from his horse and held up both hands, as one soldier searched him thoroughly for any weapon.

It could be considered as an insult, for an Elven Lord to be treated in such of appropriate manner, but at that moment Elrond had not any slightest desire to voice any protest. Glorfindel's life lay in his hands and Elrond had promised himself that he would do anything to free his captive friend. He could not risk offending the Sindar in any way. Patiently, Elrond stood, holding his body passive as he waited for the soldier to finish with his duty.

The inspection was done within seconds, and once it was over, Elrond and the others swiftly remounted their horses.

"Please follow me," Felenduir addressed the company. "I will lead you to my father's palace."

The blond was just about to turn his horse around, when he caught sight of Elrond's sons. The twins were starring at him, and even from this distance, it was easy to detect the raging hatred that blazed from their dark eyes. Felenduir's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes intly tly burning with equal fury, as he briefly returned the challenging looks that came from the two brothers.

"By the Valar," Felenduir swore to himself. "Noldor, I will have your heads."

He bade his men to start moving, and the two groups of Elves left the meadow, heading directly to Thranduil's palace.
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Legolas perched on one huge branch of a giant tree and slowly rested his back against the tree trunk. He had been travelling for hours, moving from one tree to another, and now he was tired. Sweats clung to his face; his clothes were heavily dampened, and he could feel the first signs of exhaustion that were starting to assail him. The young Elf closed his eyes as a weary sigh escaped his lips.

His condition amazed him. He was a warrior, used to be very enduring and strong, and wasn't supposed to grow fatigued this quickly. For all he knew, it seemed that all the tortures that he had suffered in these last few years had finally taken its toll on him, because although his instincts and agility were still sharp, his strength was beginning to fail him.

But Legolas was far from giving in. He had been successful in sneaking out from the palace by leaping from tree to tree, hiding himself among the thickness of the leaves, with no one, not even the border guards, had spotted him. He had to go on with his plan and could not afford to fail.

Legolas drew his hood tighter around his head and crouched along the branch. He then leapt into the next tree; his footfalls left neither mark nor sound, as he disappeared into the denseness of the green leaves.
TBC...

Mae governnen - well met
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