A/N: ah… a sequel. This one is gonna be the best I think. It's gonna have the fight between Ohtar and Yrinvan (yay!!) and a big revelation of something you couldn't even guess. You excited? I am. Wow, I love writing this. Anyway, for those of you who didn't read Son of Sauron Part I: The Threat, you can either go back and read it (it's 20 chapters) or just read this nice little summary-type thing. Those of you who did read it, this summary is pretty pointless.

Legolas found out that something (let's call him SOS, Son of Sauron) is after Arwen, so he went to Gondor and took her and her children to Mirkwood. Then Aragorn back in Gondor found out that SOS somehow found out that they were in Mirkwood and that he was now turning his army that way, so Aragorn took off to Mirkwood. After he warned them, Legolas, Aragorn, Arwen, Aragorn and Arwen's daughters Zerameth and Laesien, Legolas's children Ohtar, Anywien, and Galia, and Yrinvan took off to… um, no one knows for sure. Yrinvan is an orphan who is looked after by Arwen and Aragorn. Anyway, they passed through Lórien and met an elf-girl named Elviondel who wanted to come along because she has an order from Celeborn to find out about the Ums, which make up about half of the army chasing our nice big group here. She also tells Legolas that Galadriel disappeared and that no one now knows where she is. Now they're in Rivendell to see Arwen's daddy and beloved brothers, and Ohtar ran off cause he got mad at Legolas and he ran hard and "fainted." Anywien was with him and brought him back to Rivendell. I think I covered it all. Whew! That was a mouthful!

Oh, and some of the elvish stuff I had to kind of twist because my elvish dictionary is very limited. Most of it's right on, but I think there was a sentence or two that I couldn't literally translate so I had to change it a little, but it eventually means the same thing! =) If it bothers you and you have a more reliable source, feel free to email me (my address is on my bio) and we'll talk.

Son of Sauron Part II: The Evenstar

Zerameth came in the room slowly, almost carefully. She gazed upon the prince that lay on the bed; his eyes closed. Maybe he was asleep, but she did not think he was. She thought that maybe he was trying to get to sleep, or maybe pretending so that if his father came back in he would leave without another word. She'd seen Legolas walk out of Ohtar's new room in Rivendell in a hurry, a bit sad and a bit surprised, and maybe a bit angry.

She walked up to the handsome elf, smiling slightly at the sight of him. He was indeed handsome, and kind and well-mannered. She found herself gazing at him for nearly fifteen minutes, when he finally turned in the bed and opened his eyes to see her.

"Hello," he said, a bit surprised. He'd sensed her presence while he'd been pretending to sleep, and the whole time he'd been waiting for her to leave. Of course, he thought she was Legolas.

"We were incredibly worried about you," she responded. "I'm glad you're all right."

"Me, too. I've never been sick like this."

Zerameth shook her head. "You aren't sick. Father says you only need water, and to stay cool for a day or so. You'll be fine."

"Still…"

"Are elves immune to sickness? I know that they're immortal, but that's almost the extent of my knowledge."

Ohtar nodded as best he could in the bed. "Yes."

The princess found herself smile as she launched into something she'd always wanted to do: ask an elf some questions that she'd always wondered. She found herself jump at the chance.

"Can you teach me elvish?"

Ohtar laughed. "I'm not the greatest teacher, my lady. Nor do I know many forms of elvish."

"There is more than one form?"

"Of course there is."

"What do you speak?"

"Normally Sindarin, but I also know Quenya."

"Say something to me in elvish," she said, beaming now.

Ohtar inwardly smiled, because he knew that this was his big chance to win Zerameth's heart. For he had one advantage against Yrinvan… he was an elf.

"Brennil Zerameth i daer baini ned Enedh-Amar."

Zerameth let his smooth, gentle words soak into her ears, then finally asked with a deep breath, "What did you say?"

"Lady Zerameth is the greatest beauty in Middle-Earth."

Zerameth tried not to blush. "Thank you."

"Belegpant lle," Ohtar replied.

"What?"

"Belegpant lle. Thank you."

Using her best accent that she could pick up on such short notice, Zerameth tried at saying the elvish words. "Belegpant lle."

"Althang. You're welcome."

Zerameth took the glass from the night-stand next to the bed and handed it to Ohtar. "You must drink. You'll feel better."

"But the longer I stay in this bed, the longer you can enjoy Rivendell," Ohtar replied, reluctantly taking the glass. "And be with the elves."

"I am fortunate enough to travel with a few elves, I do not need to be here."

"You do not need to lie to me, I know that you enjoy it here."

Zerameth paused, then finally nodded. "Yes, it's-"

There was a knock on the door frame and Zerameth's father came into view with another glass in his hand, filled with water. He smiled at the two and stepped into the room. Then he glanced to the almost-full glass in Ohtar's hand and shook his head disapprovingly. "Ohtar," he said. "I was hoping that you would have drank all of that water by now."

"No, I've been sleeping," he answered, half-honest.

"Well, I have more water for you when you finish. Is your head pounding?" The prince nodded. "Then you need to drink."

Ohtar glanced to Zerameth. The romantic mood was shattered, much to his disappointment. He'd been hoping to even press for a kiss if possible while she was there, but now with Aragorn by his side it was hopeless.

"Yes, sir," he said.

Zerameth smiled at Ohtar and touched his hand. "Thank you, Prince Ohtar, for talking with me."

"Thank you, my lady, for keeping me company," Ohtar replied, taking hold of her hand affectionately.

Their hands slid away from each other as Zerameth walked away out the door. Aragorn looked at the prince, and though he was troubled he didn't want Ohtar to see it. He and Arwen had always thought that Zerameth would marry Yrinvan, but it looked as if the children had different plans. Not that it mattered much if she loved Yrinvan or not, because if the kingdoms sent to help Gondor accepted his offer, she would be married off to a prince of Eriador or Rhun. But no matter who she loved, or even if she loved no one, she would not be happy about his promising her to another kingdom. He would be lucky if she spoke to him again.

Ohtar looked at Aragorn expectantly. "I'm not dehydrated, am I?" he asked.

Aragorn paused. "It's the only explanation for what could have happened. It happens to Men sometimes, in the heat of summer if they don't drink enough water, they faint. Sometimes it's less severe, but-"

Ohtar shook his head. "You don't understand. I'm an Elf, I can't faint. It isn't physically possible for one of us. You lied to my father and told him that's what happened, but I know the truth."
"What's that?" Aragorn answered.

"It was the spirit. He made me unconscious."

Aragorn paused. "Anywien tells us you were running towards the army. It is possible he would do something like that, to maybe stop you. Or tell you something. Did you have a dream when you weren't awake?"

Yes, he had, but Ohtar didn't want to talk about it. What use could it be, anyway? Dreams were purely fantasies, they were the imagination running wild. He knew that it would be of no help. "No, not that I remember."

Aragorn sighed. "Well, you get your rest, and drink plenty of water."

Ohtar nodded and Aragorn turned to leave. When he was almost to the door, Ohtar muttered, "Mul-caun." (Slave-driver.)

Aragorn turned. "I speak elvish, young prince."

Ohtar looked away. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Aragorn shook his head. Ohtar was not sorry, and that much was clear. But he wasn't about to lecture him, so he simply turned and left.