Between Two Worlds

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Something hits me. I fall to the ground sideways, hitting the dirt with my shoulder. All of a sudden I can hear things again. My head flashes upwards when I see... my king... my family... my father-in-law pull an arrow from his chest, covered in blood, and drops it to the ground carefully, a calm look in his eye.

He tries to breathe.

I can't. I can't even heave or choke. All I do is stare as he falls on his knees.

At last my body moves. It lunges forward, grasping his shoulders when he leans back. My right hand clings to his chest as I hear the wailing of my throat come forth.

I don't feel tears. I feel pain; physical pain.

I start to scream. I think I am saying "No!"

He looks into my eyes and all I see is Ryohnin... he looked so much like his father... and that's when the tears come.

My mind is in panic mode. But it can't be. I can't panic.

"Elrond!" I call out in a frantic cry. Though that is pointless. He will never hear me. But I scream it again, my eyes searching the battle field. "Legolas!" I choke.

I try to heave in a breath as my hand holds his flawless cheek. His eyes... piercing. This is the most vulnerable I have ever seen King Thranduil. He looks scared... not in the coward way but the genuine way. Though he seems proud that he saved my life... he loves me. I really was like a daughter to him.

"Did I ever tell you that you reminded me of my wife?" he murmurs.

I smile but not wholeheartedly; not with my eyes that shed tears. "You have been like a father to me. You gave me so much."

"Oh my dear," he chuckles with a tear lingering on his lower lid. "I was blessed to have your company."

That's when I break down and shut my eyes, my forehead touching his chest. God I don't know what power I have in me but anything I do have take it. Let. Him. Live. ...Please just let him live.

Just then I feel a hand touch my cheek. It is soft but older... wiser I believe.

I look up at the panicking eyes of Lord Elrond as he looks at Thranduil's wound.

"My lord please so something—" I beg.

He shushes me gently and takes Thranduil in his arms as he loses life.

"Ada?" I head the concerned voice of Legolas enter the area.

"Legolas," I say looking up at the shocked and frantic eyes of my husband.

I pick up my sword and stand to my feet. "Legolas we have to give them time," I say worriedly. "Protect them. Hurry."

I give him a determined look.

He finally looks into my eyes after looking so sorrowful at his father. But now he shows anger, not towards me, and fury in his eyes. He pulls out his double knives and thrusts one left as an orc runs for them.

I turn around and swing my sword in front of me, hitting an orc across the side of the head and causing him to fly to his back.

I twist my blade to a different angle and knock a sword from another demon with a battle cry. I thrust my weapon down into this one's leg, breaking it.

I slash my sword, sending blood into the ash filled air as I hear the words of the healing spell behind me.

But there are many. They close in on us. My blade tears through the flesh of mutants until I see Gandalf to the right of me, standing with his back to the two sitting elves behind me.