Pan ned annan (all in time)

Chapter 10 - Army of me.

Elrohir moved around the Last Homely House like a caged tiger. Eagerly awaiting any news from the Fellowship, he had learned of Boromir's death and of Mithrandir's fall into darkness. With only Estel and Legolas left as the warriors, Elrohir became more worried. He patrolled the borders of Imladris with Glorfindel, and he flung himself into every fight with an equal amount of despair. The Elda was growing worried; Elrohir was getting un-careful.

He had spoken to Elrond about this, who had promised to have word with his son, for he had news for him and needed a word with him anyway.

So Elrohir found himself in front of his father's office once more. "Ada? You summoned me," he said softly as he opened the door.

"Yes I did; I have news for you," Elrond said and laid down the pen on his desk.

Elrohir moved over to the chair in front of his father's desk, swallowing hard. "I-are Estel and L-Legolas…?" Elrohir couldn't even finish the sentence. But he needed to know.

"They are fine. It is Haldir, my son." Elrond frowned. "Haldir fell in the battle for the freedom of Men; he fell in Helm's Deep."

"Haldir is d-dead?" Elrohir whispered. He had never cared much for the arrogant Marchwarden, but still memories of their one night togethere bae back to him. Perhaps he in reality had misjudged Haldir.

"Aye," Elrond said. "I was not sure if you and he were friends, so I thought I would give you the message before you heard it from someone else."

"That is very thoughtful of you, Ada," Elrohir whispered.

"But there is more, my son" Elrond said calmly. "All good and evil are seeking towards Minas Ithil-"

"-Gathering for battle?" Elrohir finished his father's sentence.

"Yes. I am afraid this is the time where all free Men of Middle- earth are to stand up to the evil forces of Sauron," Elrond whispered.

"And Elves?" the young Elf asked.

"No," Elrond said, "I have already tried to make Arwen seek shelter in the Undying Lands."

"You did?" Elrohir sounded more startled than offended. "She refused? And now you're asking me the same?"

"Yes, she refused, but I am not asking the same from you unless you wish to leave," Elrond said and looked saddened.

"Elladan," Elrohir said dreamily. "Elladan would be there."

"Elladan would be there," Elrond repeated.

"Ai, Ada, you cannot ask me to make a choice," Elrohir said and looked up at his father with a hurt look in his eyes.

"But I am, my son. You have to make a choice, and you need to make it now," Elrond said with a desperate edge to his voice. He hoped that Elrohir would go to the Undying Lands, for then he would be spared the horrors of battle.

/Please leave for Aman./

"I will join Estel and Legolas." Elrohir said with a determined voice.

The defeat in Elrond's face was readable. "If this is your wish."

"Ada, you must understand me, I need to do something-I need to avenge both Mother and Elladan." Elrohir stopped and looked away from Elrond. "These vile creatures took both from me; I want to see every single one of them dead and mutilated," he said with an icy voice.

"I cannot oppose your wish, for I feel the same," Elrond said and leaned over the desk to gather Elrohir's hands in his. "Did you hear me? -For I feel the same, but I am afraid they will claim your life also."

"They won't Ada, I am skilled," Elrohir started, but Elrond cut him o
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"So was Haldir."

Elrohir hung his head, seeing his father's point. "I am going, Ada," he whispered.

"Yes, I can hear that; Lord Glorfindel will not be going with you. You will lead your escort yourself," Elrond said and kissed his son's knuckles.

"Of course," Elrohir said softly. "Thank you Ada."

"Then they will be ready for departure within the hour" Elrond said and looked away.

Elrohir seized Elrond's chin and turned his face towards him, just to discover his father was crying. "Ada? Oh, please don't cry…"

"I am not," Elrond said through a smile. "Go, my son, go and meet your destiny."

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Later that day Elrohir had finished selecting weapons and making sure they had provisions. He walked to the stables; his sword felt heavy and right. Finally he was to avenge his belo He He fingered the pommel of the sword. This was Elladan's sword, the damned sword he had forgotten to bring that night in the plains. And the sword Elrohir had used to kill Elladan's killers with. Now it would kill once more, he thought, darkened.

He walked over to his horse. "Suilad Fanuilos," he whispered, and the horse let out a little greeting noise. He had not touched this horse since Elladan had died. Elladan's own horse Tarien had died years ago. But not Fanuilos-he lingered on, old and tired, almost as if he was waiting for something. "Come, my old friend," Elrohir said and petted the horse's forehead gently. "We are going to war, you and I."

He let the horse out and mounted it, riding out into the courtyard to meet the Elven soldiers that would go with him. "Let us not tarry-Estel might need aid," Elrohir said briefly and spurred his horse.

Elrond stood on his balcony and watched his youngest son ride out of Rivendell. "Oh sweet Elbereth, watch over my son, let him not fall victim to revenge…"

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Elrohir and his escort had been riding towards Minas Tirith for 3 days. The closer they got, the more frequent the Orc attacks became, until they could all feel that they were riding into the actual battle.

"For the fallen!" Elrohir cried as the little battalion of Elves charged into the battle.

/And revenge./

They fought for a long while to get into the actual centre of the battle Elr Elrohir's distress, he watched as some of his soldiers fell before Orc blades, yet this only served to make him fight harder and wilder. He would kill every single one of this creatures, or die trying!

Suddenly his eye caught Estel; he was about to be attacked by an Uruk-hai from behind. "Estel!" Elrohir cried out, and to his terror his foster brother did not hear him, nor see the danger. /Estel's life will depend on you,/ Elladan's voice sung in the back of his head. /Oh no! I am too far away!/

He spurred Fanuilos and made all the effort he could to reach Estel. Suddenly the horse collapsed, rolling onto its side and throwing him to the ground. Elrohir quickly got to his feet, seeing a large blade sticking out of the horse's side. That must have been what killed the creature-but then he saw several arrows penetrating the horse. "Thank you," he whispered as he plunged Elladan's sword into an attacking Uruk-hai. The amount of pain the animal must have felt while still carrying him in battle was amazing… And then in a fluid move, Elrohir threw the sword in the back of the beast that was about to kill Estel.

Estel turned around and spotted Elrohir. "Elrohir, you came!" he shouted and jerked out the sword from the dead Uruk-hai, quickly handing it to Elrohir, who had managed to get closer. And so back-to-back they fought on.

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The Battle of Pelennor was over; the enemy of the free people was defeated. Sauron was dead. Elrohir looked around and found that only one of his companions he had brought from Rivendell had survived. He grabbed a Man that walked past him, saying, "Excuse me, good man, have you seen Aragorn? Did he come back from the battle?"

The Man turned and smiled. "Yes, the King has returned."

And just when the Man was about to walk off, Elrohir jerked hiseve eve once more. "He had a companion here, a blond Elf. The Prince of Mirkwood." Elrohir looked pleadingly at the Man. "Would you know if he…"

The Man shook his head. "There are only two surviving Elves as far as I know; one is you and the other has brown hair," the Man said and looked away, feeling somewhat embarrassed by Elrohir's obvioorroorrow. "I am sorry for your loss, friend."

Elrohir blinked and tried to keep his tears, but failed. He let go of the Man. "Thank you friend, please tell Lord Aragorn that Prince Elrohir is alive and unharmed."

"I will," the Man said and left Elrohir to himself, standing amongst the carcasses.

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The sun was almost setting as Elrohir began to give up on searching more. He had turned all the not-Orc bodies he had seen, fearing every second that it would be Legolas with wide, staring, questioning eyes. But until now he had found none but dead Men.

He had learned that King Theoden had fallen in this battle, which had made most Men attend in a silent grief back in the city. Onlfew few were out looking for survivors. He could see two dragging a stretcher after them not so far away, apparently also looking for wounded.

But Elrohir had given up, although he was not ready to admit it to himself. He had lost faith in finding Legolas alive.

/Legolas will call for you in his hour of need./

This was what Elladan had said. Could it be he had not just heard him? This possibility made him shiver. It could not be! He would have heard Legolas. "LEGOLAS!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "LEGOLAS, for the sake of the fair Elbereth! Please answer me…" His voice dropped to a whisper.

Then suddenly his Elven hearing picked up on something, and he yelled for the two Men with the stretcher. "Someone here is alive!" He hoped it was Legolas, but even if it was not, it was surely someone hurt and badly in need of a healer.

He got closer to the little noise and found its origin. Under a great carcass of one of the Nazgûl's flying beasts lay a mass of golden hair. "Legolas!" Elrohir exclaimed, and now he could hear the ragged breath that had been the little noise.

"Elrohir," Legolas whispered, and tried to turn his head.

"Don't move, beloved," Elrohir said and hurried to his lover's side, grabbing the hand that was free and kissing the bloody knuckles. "Thank you Elbereth," he whispered.

"W-where were y-you?" Legolas whispered. "I c-called a-and called…"

"Forgive me, my love, I did not hear," Elrohir whispered back and watched as his tears rolled off Legolas's hand. "I did not hear."

Legolas let out a ragged breath and Elrohir paled; he was being crushed to death. "Lie still Legolas, it is important that you do not move," Elrohir said, and then looked up on the two Men. "Will you help me remove this beast?" The Men nodded, and together they used swords and the stretcher as a lever. Finally they were able to slide the beast enough so that they could pry out Legolas. After much labour, Legolas was lying on the stretcher. Elrohir smiled at the pale form.

"I never s-saw it c-coming" Legolas whispered.

"It could have happened to any; the dragon beast fell from the sky," Elrohir said and took Legolas's hand, walking alongside the stretcher as the Men slowly dragged it towards the White City.

TBC

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I am aware that this fic changed style in the middle, I stopped writing it, cuz I had to be in a certain mood to write this, and when I picked it up again, my writing style had changed. So the start of this fic is alot different from the end. I just wanted to let you know- thanks to Milly for not letting me give up this fic :
- This is Betaed by Miriel, thank you woman for jumping to my rescue.
I want to stress out that this is NOT canon, I did not intend it to follow canon, just don't flame me
-Az