Blue swords|| Legolas

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"Thranduil!" Gandalf yelled over the war cries of the dwarf army. "This is madness!"

Thranduil ignore him. He raised his arm and pointed it at the iron army. "Release!" Hundreds of elvish arrows soared through the air. Luin had to veer very sharply upwards to avoid the volley. One stray point flew through his hair, knocking it loose from the fragile tie Luin had held it back with. The sharp tips fell down and Luin was prepared to watch the dwarves fall.

Much to his surprise, the dwarves had prepared for this. They had machines. Huge things of creaky metal that launched large poles with spinning wings that flew out to meet the arrows. The wooden shafts were shattered in midair, leaving the dwarves unharmed below. The poles continued their path, landing amidst the elves. Luin watched as several were knocked back and thrown to the side. There were shocked cries as people were injured. The ground quickly descending into chaos.

"Thorin!" Luin called out. He turned and desperately made eye contact with the company on the battlements. They were watching the battle from their safe vantage point. Luin's hair whipped around him in the wind like a bad omen. Black against the grey, rapidly darkening skies. He turned to them beseechingly. Hair wild, blue clothing billowing around him. The blue coat Thranduil had replaced been torn at by the wind as people fell below him. He made a striking image amidst this chaos.

"Thorin! Stop this! Don't cause more death!"

"No death is a fault of ours!" Thorin called back, eyes colder than Luin had ever seen them. "They brought this on themselves".

"They didn't and you know it!" Luin screamed back. His voice broke on the last word, anger and frustration colouring his face.

"How did ya like that, you twiddly diddly", Dain laughed at Thranduil. "Hehe you buggar!"

Thranduil responded with another volley of arrows. Luin cut any that came near him in half with his sword. The dwarves responded once again with their machines. A pole descended bellow him and Luin swiped at it. He was too far away to actually touch it. But the Qi he had channelled into the movement shot out like a wave and sliced the machine in half. The elves which would have been killed by it dodged safely out of the way as it fell in pieces around them.

"You are a traitor!" Thorin yelled as he watched Luin's actions. "Taking the side of the elves!"

"I am your friend!" Luin shrieked in frustration. "I have asked for nothing from you! I accompanied and helped you out of friendship and sympathy. Even when I asked for something, I offered to give you something in return. And this is how you treat me! I thought we were friends!" He turned his pleading gaze to Fili and Kili. Both of the younger dwarves were looking awkward. Fili shook his head at Luin sadly. He laughed as his chest stung with the bitter taste of betrayal. "Dragon sickness has you in its grip Thorin!" He called. "I hope you die with a sane mind, spare you the fate of your grandfather!"

Thorin visibly bristled at his words. "You have no right to speak of my grandfather!" He bellowed over the noise of battle. "You are not a child of this world. You are a outsider who has no right to act as if you're one of us! Nothing more than a orphan with no kin! You have no place on middle earth!"

Shock was displayed on the company's faces at Thorin's words. They were looking at Luin with a mixture of pity and surprise. Luin knew that his own face was a picture of betrayal. He froze in the air, looking down at Thorin's cruel grin as hurt lanced his ribs. He had heard those words before, of course he had. No matter how many times it had happened, it always hurt . He just hadn't expect them from his friends. Gathering himself, Luin let his expression become closed off. "If that's your thoughts", he replied in a blank voice. "Then this one has no more business with those of Oakensheild". He gave a stiff bow before gliding down to the fray bellow.