And Imladris rides, the horses thundering ahead like an unstoppable wave.

And the only thing Elrond can hear is his own heart beating.
As long as it beats, he thinks, she lives.

The clearing is a nightmare. Red blood screaming against the green grass, the glint of steel, the stench of orcs heavy in the air.
There are so many.

But Elrond only sees Celebrian. Like a white flower in the sea of violence. He spurs his horse and it leaps over the orcs rushing at him.
He does not fear for the others. His sons, the ones following him. They have Glorfindel.

He is grazed by a arrow and he doesn't even realize it.