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When the sunrise came once more, there was unease in the air. Elrond felt it, and knew that there was trouble even as the morning came. Coming out of his tent, having gotten as much sleep as he could after spending so long healing his friends, he sighed as he looked at the sun.

It glowed red in the sky, and he knew that was a result of the fighting the night before. There was also the chance that it did so because of what was going on in Eregion. I hope you’re still alive Celebrimbor. It would not be good if they got there only to find out they were too late to help those who needed them.

The group of warriors rode on, moving quickly though the lands they knew. Those who had been injured had not been thrilled to have another task thrown before them, but they had accepted that they would be of no use in the fighting. Elrond knew they had been gladdened to know that some of the warriors would be accompanying them to finding a place they could all settle. It had given them a new purpose to follow, and that had always been his plan. Wounded warriors needed something to do, and this had been the perfect task.

They could smell smoke now, and that made the large force of elves only move faster toward Ost-en-edhil, that was the direction the smoke was coming from. Soon they would know whether Celebrimbor was alive, and how bad things were in the city. While it was unlikely that the city still held against the orcs and other things that Sauron had with him, there was still hope in the warriors. Celebrimbor would have been waiting for them, holding his gates against those who assailed them as long as he could.

Over the last ridge between them and the city, the group started.

There was smoke in the air, and that pungent smell was never a good sign. Elrond knew they had to hurry, if things were already bad in the city, it would be even harder for them to save anyone who needed their help. Soon they could see the city, but what was more worrisome for the moment was a pack of orcs and wargs coming toward them once more. Everyone had weapons in hands a few seconds after they were seen.

It seems we will not have an easy time getting to the city.

The gates, from what Elrond could see of them seemed to have been smashed to the ground, and there were great plumes of smoke rising from the city. Ost-en-edhil was in a bad state, and things would only get worse as time went on. Wargs drew closer and Elrond called out for the archers to fire. As the arrows rained overheads, the elves kept carefully out of the way of their own arrows, using their shields if they had them to block orc ones.

For they had indeed been made noticed, and many enemies were coming toward them, ready for the fight that would surely cause many of them to die.

“Swords out!” Elrond commanded as the first wave of enemies were upon them.

Hhadafang sang as he attacked those who came too close to him. It was a hard, tiring fight, and he did not enjoy it. On the horses, it was hard to manoeuvre without hurting someone else, but they were elves. They managed to defend themselves, slowly making their way toward the crumbling city.

At one point Elrond noted a group of riding off in another direction, and he spotted what had drawn their movement. A group of elves attempting to get out of the city. It was fortunate, that they had the horses now, as it made it a little quicker to get over to them without any of the troubles of being on foot.

He knew his warriors would get the e into the mountains where they had camped the night before. It was the best place for the refugees to wait for him to come to them.

At last, Elrond was near the gates, and there seemed to be no fighting in the immediate vacinity of the city.

Time to try and find Celebrimbor. Elrond rode through the streets carefully, listening for sounds of fighting. At one point he saw an orc moving toward an elleth who had two elflings with her, but no weapons.

She must not have been able to keep up with the refuge seekers. Urging his horse forward, Elrond headed for the orc that was approaching the three elves. It did not take long for him to reach the orc and slay it, now that there were so few others about in the city. He blinked though as he realised who the elleth was.

“Lady Barieth, what are you still doing here?”

He knew this russet haired elleth was Celebrimbor’s mate, and worse he knew the elflings were their son, Glassion and daughter Milhel. This was not a good sign, to see the three of them still within the walls.

“You need to get out of here, as quickly as you can. It’s not safe.”

Barieth sighed.“I know it’s not, but we got separated from the others who were escaping. Now we’re trying to find another way out of the city, but we’re not having much luck.”

Elrond shook his head. “If I might make a suggestion, head for one of the side gates, heryn-nin. The main gate has too many orcs between here and there, from what I’ve seen. I came from that way; you would surely fall if you went that way.”

There was little more he could do other than make that suggestion. Elrond hoped that she would listen.

“We will try,” Barieth replied. “Thank you, Elrond.”

Elrond watched her hurry off with her two elflings, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had no way of knowing how the other gates into Ost-en-Edhil fared now.

Knowing Barieth’s fate was out of his hands, Elrond rode back toward the fighting. There was no more that he could do for them, aside from look for them when his warriors retreated. It did not seem that they would be able to reclaim Eregion from Sauron, and he was not looking forward to having to retreat.

There has been no sign of Celebrimbor.

Elrond could hope though, that he had managed to escape in some way or another. Slowly, the elves were driven out of the city, and Elrond knew there would be no chance to reclaim it. These orcs were simply too many, even with the forces he’d brought from Lindon.

We are too few.

He had to fight his way back to the gate he’d originally entered through, the orcs were everywhere now. Breaking down doors and entering the buildings. There was the occasional scream as someone who had not managed to flee was found by orcs. Many of the buildings were on fire too, from the attacks of several catapults that Elrond had sent warriors to destroy.

At last he was out of the city, and heading for his camp. While there were a few orcs chasing elves away from their city, he noticed that they did not follow them far, before retreating back to the stolen city.
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