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Title: Sacrifice Myself for You 1/10

Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.co.il

Beta: Manon. What I would do without you? Thank you!!!

Summary: The night before the council, Elrond stood face to face against his biggest fear.

Rate: NC-17

Warning: Angst, slash, cliff-hangers...

Pairing: Elrond / Legolas.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien, I just borrowed them. Lines from the film belong to New Line Cinema, and only have been borrowed for this story.

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Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay

“Even In Death” – Evanescene
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Chapter 1: Dying Love.

As Elrond and Gandalf watched Frodo and Sam from the balcony in Elrond’s study…

“Gandalf,” said Elrond, as he turned to the Maia, “the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east-- his eye is fixed on Rivendell.”

Elrond saw Gandalf moving away, deep in thought.

Turning back to Elrond, Gandalf tells him of the new breed of orc that Saruman is breeding at Isengard. “Saruman is coming for the Ring,” Gandalf stated to the Lord.

“This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard!” the Lord said.

Elrond looks at Gandalf. “Gandalf, the ring cannot stay here,” he said. Coming closer to his friend, he watches as the visitors arrive at Imladris.

‘The Prince of Mirkwood! What in the name of the Valar are you doing here?’ Elrond asked himself as he saw Legolas and his companions arrive.

Unaware he was being watched, Legolas dismounted from his horse and, looking around him, is once again stunned by the beauty of Imladris.

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Later that evening, the Prince of Mirkwood was in the gardens of Imladris when he spied Aragorn and Arwen Evenstar, standing on the bridge, holding hands. He overheard their conversation; heard how Arwen declared that she would rather spend one lifetime with Aragorn, than face all the ages on this earth alone; heard that she forsook her immortal life, declaring her love for the future king of men.

Love. Legolas wished he could cry, but he couldn’t. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the flowers surrounding him. It was then that he heard the sound of orcs in the distance – Arwen and her lover had not heard them, they were too caught up in each other.

Legolas ran to the stables and quickly mounted the horse that his father had given him, and rode on the shorter path that led to the borders of Imladris.

Unfortunly, the twins didn’t see Legolas ride out alone, having returned from the border by a different route as they went in search of their father.

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Elrond saw his sons running towards him, wondering what made them leave the border.

“Ada!” they shouted, coming closer.

“What happened – why are you not guarding the borders?” Elrond asked. He was feeling nervous, as he knew how close the enemy was.

“Yrch!” Elladan said, gasping, his breath short from the running.

“Gandalf,” Elrond said, turning to the Maia who had arrived as soon as he heard the twins’ shouts, “they came sooner than I thought.”

The Maia nodded in agreement, concern on his face.

“Elrohir!” Elrond caught the young twin, “get the warriors ready – we must stop the orcs before they breach the borders.”

“We will do as you ask Ada,” Elladan said to his father.

Watching his sons leave, Elrond went back into the house to prepare himself. Gandalf followed him, as he wanted to retrieve his staff that he had left in Elrond’s study.

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Elrond was taking up his weapons. “My Lord.” Elrond turned and saw it was Galdor, one of the Elves that came with the Prince of Mirkwood. “Have you seen the Prince?” Elrond could hear the fear in Galdor’s voice.

“Nay, I haven’t seen him all day. Why?” Elrond asked.

“We started to get ourselves ready for the attack, but we have not been able to find him. I thought you might know where he could be.” This was spoken by another Elf, Galdor.

“Ada, do we have to wake the dwarves?” Elrohir asked, before he saw Erestor and started to make his way over to him to ask for help.

“We should. If we don’t wake them, they’ll complain that we would not let them fight,” said Elrond. He looked over to Glorfindel, who nodded his agreement.

“Come, my friend,” Elrohir said to Erestor, and left to go and wake the dwarves.

“Ada,” Elladan turned to his father, hearing the sounds of battle in the distance. “Have the others left without us?”

“Nay, they are waiting for us, my son.” The Lord said to his son.

“The battle has already begun, father,” Aragorn said as he entered the weapons’ room. “It is outside of Rivendell, so we are safe, father,” Aragorn continued, smiling at Elrond.

“So, who is out there? Our warriors are still here,” Elrond asked, looking around him. He only saw confused expressions on everyone’s faces, and looked out into the direction from where he heard the distant sound of fighting. But the forest blocked his view, and he could see nothing.

“Come Glorfindel, Aragorn, my sons,” he said, “we need to bring our warriors to the border and help who ever it is that is fighting the orcs.” Elrond then looked at the Maia.

“Who ever he is, you will have to thank him for saving your realm.” Gandalf tried to comfort the Lord.. Suddenly he looked around. “Is anyone missing?” he asked.

Before Elrond could answer him, the warriors were ready and were waiting for the twins and Elrond to get on their horses.

“Where are the dwarves?” Elrond asked, searching for the dwarves, but there was no sign of them.

“We couldn’t wake them, ada,” the younger twin said. “You know dwarves – once they sleep, it is hard to wake them up.”

They rode quickly. The whistle of arrows could be heard in the distance. As they got closer, Elrond could see the dead orc lying on the road just beyond the border of his realm. There was much orc blood, but there was other blood as well – blood that did not belong to an orc.

Elrond got down from his horse. He knelt down to take a closer look at the blood. It was still warm – whoever’s blood it was, they had only just been wounded.

‘It is elf-blood,’ he thought and wondered whose it could be.

He got on his horse again, and followed the trail of blood, hoping that whoever it was they were still alive.

“Do you think he is alive?” Elladan asked.

“Who?” Gandalf asked.

“I have no idea,” the Lord said.

Elrond saw his foster son move ahead to scout, but did not say anything.

After several minutes, Aragorn returned. He looked stunned.

“What is it, my son?” Elrond asked, worried by the look on Aragorn’s face.

“There is only one there – he stands alone and fights, father,” Aragorn said, still not believing what he saw.

“Who is it?” Elladan asked.

“I couldn’t see his face, but he was barely able to move,” Aragorn said.

“Let us hurry, his life is at stake,” Elrond stated, as they hurried after Aragorn.

As they rode, they saw orc after orc dying on the road. Some of them had been cut down by arrows, others by blades, torn to pieces.

‘I recognise these arrows – it cannot be!’ Elrond thought.

He saw the face very clearly now, and could not believe his eyes.

‘No. Not him’ Elrond got down from his horse, and drawing his sword, started to run to the lone warrior. ‘I can’t lose him too, not again.’

“Charge,” the twins cried.

The warriors spread out and killed the rest of the orcs that were left.

Elrond stood next to the Prince, fighting and killing the orcs one by one. He could see the Prince had been struck by an arrow, was barely standing.

Even though the Prince had been shot close to the heart by an arrow, he was determined to keep fighting before the Halls of Mandos claimed him.

In the end, the Prince fell to the grass, as the poison began to spread through his body.

‘No…I can’t believe it,’ Elrond thought and ran to the fallen Prince.

The Prince lay there, not moving. His pale skin was waxy, and blood seeped from his wound.

“No…” Elrond said out loud.

Elrohir heard his father cry out and came closer to him. He saw the Prince lying on the grass, and feared the worst. Elrohir watched as his father knelt next to Legolas, and saw his father’s hand shaking as Elrond reached out to the Prince.

Elrond felt for a heart beat. It was there, but barely.

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