Loki kissed her softly, using that moment of her distraction to teleport to her place.
"It’s getting late, my love."
Arwen looked around and saw that they were in her place. She smiled softly, “I do not wish to leave your arms.” She smiled softly and hugged him.
Loki smiled and started leading their dance to the rhythm of Arwen’s song as he stared into her eyes.
Arwen smiled sweetly and pressed her body closer, humming more. She opened her eyes and leaned in to kiss him.
Loki sensed them, of course he did. He was a god. These creatures were more beasts than mortal, horrid and monstrous and deformed. He was a prince among the mightiest race in the universe. And he had more than sufficient magic at his disposal to engage these amassed creatures.
He inhaled, linking with a passing bird and looking through its eyes to see what lay ahead of them.
"It’s an ambush," he murmured to the elf nearest him as he watched the orcs through the bird’s eyes. "Form ranks. Prepare. There are much more of them than we thought. But we can fight them. Ready your weapons."
The other elves spurred their horses to gather in a defensive formation in the clearing.
"We make the first attack," he whispered to the elves, "And take the surprise ourselves. They are fearsome but take heart. There is sorcery on our side."
He summoned his illusions and created enough images of other mounted elves to more than triple their number. He set his heels in his horse and led a charge over the hill. The elves followed him and took the hidden orcs by surprise. The elves, driven with righteous fury, cut through the orcs easily and few were felled themselves. Loki threw spells into their midst and none could touch him. He quickly located the orc who had stolen into the elven palace and chased him away from the rest of his companions.
Vaulting off his horse, Loki landed on his feet and strode carelessly toward the orc, who growled.
"Oh none of that," Loki cooed. "I have to ask…how stupid are you? Sneaking into the haven of the elves in some terrible attempt at assassination? Pathetic. Though, I do suppose I have to thank you. Had you not injured the Lady Arwen, I would not have been called to save her life and would not be trusted with control of Rivendell whilst she recovers. So, thank you."
The orc growled suspiciously and Loki flashed a smile before lunging forward. It was his first instinct to strike the creature dead, but he stopped himself from murdering it. Rather, he struck it down and bound it, slinging it over the horse’s back before mounting up again. And he watched from the hilltop as the elves fought the orcs. They fought bravely and they fought nobly and most of them died.
It was a massacre and Loki watched as the elves’ thin blood spread across the forest floor. There were some who still lived but Loki gathered his magic around him like a cloak, he waited, allowing the green light of his power to charge and grow while he impassively watched the conflict beneath him. He inhaled. It was a sacrifice he had to make. And one he was more than willing to make. He exhaled.
The wave of magic exploded outward from his body and the hearts of all the living creatures before him exploded at the touch of his magic. Elves and orcs alike collapsed and the clearing became still. As still as death. There were no survivors. Only the god and the captive orc slung across his horse.
Mounting his horse and ensuring the captured orc was still fastened tightly, Loki rode back towards Rivendell.
Gandalf had rode into the valley of Rivendell to see Arwen. He sensed a magical imbalance and needed to warn her it was hear her. He couldn’t see the massacre Loki had caused but saw the wave of magic. “Impossible.” He said and continued riding through the hills which was miles away from the battlefield. He arrived in Rivendell and made his way to the throne room.
"Arwen!" He called her. Arwen walked with the young guard and heard Gandalf.
"Gandalf?" She walked into the throne room. She saw Gandalf and looked at him. "What is wrong, my friend?" She said softly.
Gandalf told her about the wave of magic and decided to stay by her side until Loki would come. He wanted to meet this ‘Loki’. He was suspicious of this newcomer.
Arwen blushes, “I do too…”
He placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her in closer to him
Arwen leaned in and kissed him slowly.
"I am soo sorry Arwen.." he said rubbing her back gently.
Arwen said nothing, just holding onto him, holding him close.
Hal knew what she meant and went and hugged her. “I’m so sorry Arwen..I know the feeling..” he said softly.
Arwen rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his midsection, trying her best not to cry again.
Arwen blushes, “I do too…”
He winked at her, “glad to hear it”
Arwen blushed more and looked away him him, trying to calm her blush down.
Hal looked at her. “What happened Arwen?” he said walking in.
"My grandmother….She passed on to the Undying Lands…" She frowned and and looked away from him.