Disclaimer: See Chapter one for the whole thing.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. They are the only things that keep me writing. For all who are enjoying this story, you may be happy to note that I am NOT going on vacation next week. It's a long story, but just don't ask. So, here is the next update, and there will be updates next week. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Aragorn was trying desperately not to pass out. He did not want to be in Rivendell anymore. Memories of the last time he was there came to mind and his hope that he would be accepted again because of his injuries vanished. He did not believe his father would take him in after what happened that day. The conversation would remain forever imprinted in Aragorn's mind.

"I have no choice. I must banish you from Rivendell."

Aragorn's shocked eyes met Elrond's cold ones as the terrible words were uttered. His mind refused to believe it. This could not be the same man who told him when he was a child that nothing he could ever do would cease his love for him. Elrond would always be his ada no matter what. When the young elfling children did not accept Estel's friendship because he was human, who dried his tears? When he broke his arm because he tried to prove to his supposed friends that he could climb a tree as fast as they could, who mended both the pain in his arm and the pain in his heart? When he felt lost and alone when his heritage was revealed to him, who reassured him of his identity? This could not be the same man.

Aragorn was hurt…hurt more than he ever thought possible. 'Is this what it is like to feel your heart break?' His confused mind wondered. The world seemed to be crashing down around him. His worst fears of rejection were coming true. Maybe, in his mind- a small part- he knew that he never truly had a home. He tried to stop himself from thinking such nonsense. He tried to tell himself that it was not his fault. He tried to wake up from the horrible nightmare, but it was real.

He barely noticed that someone was talking to him. When he looked up to see his father standing there, the image was blurry. For a minute he thought he was going blind until he realized that his eyes had filled with tears. One even managed to trace its way down his cheek. Trying to find his voice, Aragorn cleared his throat and quickly asked Elrond what he had said.

"You may stay the night, Lord Aragorn, but I expect you gone by morning. Remember: do not ever return here on pain of death. The guards will be informed that you are no longer welcome." Elrond turned to leave the room, to give the human time to accept what he had just been told. His robes were flowing behind him as he moved quickly to leave. Aragorn could not accept it yet and he refused to believe it. He grabbed Elrond's arm before he walked out and pleaded with him.

"Ada…Lord Elrond, do I really mean so little to you? Why are you doing this to me? I-I never meant to bring pain and suffering to your house. Surely you believe me?" His eyes pleaded with his father. "What have I done for you to hate me so?"

His last question hung in the air. The tension grew as Aragorn awaited his answer. He searched his father's eyes for any sign of remorse, of love, or even pure hatred. But there was nothing there. No emotion could be deciphered whatsoever from the blue orbs that were but a few inches from his own face. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Elrond softly whispered a reply. The words seemed to echo forever in Aragorn's head after that moment. The world shrunk away and left him in darkness. He felt his heart break in his chest. He could no longer hold himself up. He let go of Elrond, who quickly walked out of the room. Aragorn sunk down to his knees as tears cascaded down his cheeks. A wound was made that day on his heart, one that left a scar so great that nothing would ever erase it. He was shocked; he denied the truth. What had he done to make Elrond hate him so?

"You, weak human, were born."

The words rang in his head as clear as if they had just been spoken. That was the one day he would never forget as long as he lived. He barely noticed that tears were falling from his eyes and onto the wounded elf in front of him. Quickly, he wiped his face when he heard footsteps hurrying towards them. It was now or never.

Four elves hurried around the corner: Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel, and Elrond. Worry was etched on their faces. 'No doubt that they are worried more about Legolas' welfare than my own,' He dismally thought.

"Estel! What have you done this time?" Elladan questioned good-naturedly. His smile fell when he looked at his brother. He hung his head in shame and refused to meet anyone's eyes. Aragorn's silent reply was, 'What have I not done?'

"What happened, Estel?" Elrohir asked breaking the silence.

"I met Legolas in the woods. We ran into orcs and tried to hide in a cave. He was caught and they shot him with an arrow that held some kind of unknown poison. I have the arrow here." He handed the arrow to Glorfindel, who hurried inside to prepare the things that Elrond would need. "I tried to help him, but we had no herbs since they were left at the camp." Aragorn made sure to leave out the whole part about him falling through the floor, getting hurt, and having to walk halfway back to Rivendell. Elladan knew that his brother was hiding something, but he refused to press the matter in front of his father.

Elrond had yet to meet Aragorn's gaze. Through the entire story, Elrond made sure that he was checking on Legolas' injuries. When the story finished he nodded, picked up Legolas in his arms, and proceeded back into the house. Before he walked back inside, he came to a stop, turned around and faced Aragorn for the first time.

"Are you injured, Lord Aragorn? I will not deny you treatment. After all, you managed to keep the prince from dying."

"I am fine, my lord." Aragorn nodded his head in reverence. He did not miss the backhanded compliment at the end of Elrond's statement. That was the last of his self control. He could take it no longer. He definitely was not going to stay in the house even if he was dying. It was not that he was angry, but he knew his heart could not take it. He spent that last night in Rivendell, studying ever aspect of the house, every detail, including his room. How cruel it would be to see it all again and then be cast away.

Elrond nodded to Aragorn and then hurried with Elrohir on his heels to help the dying prince. Aragorn was completely transfixed as he watched his father and brother walk away that he almost didn't notice that Elladan stayed behind.

"Where do you think you are going, brother?" Elladan asked as he grabbed Aragorn's horse by the reins as his brother tried to depart.

"Let go, Elladan. I have no place here."

"That may be so, but you are far more wounded than you let on. That was not the whole tale was it?"

"I'm fine." Aragorn was becoming annoyed. Why wouldn't his brother just leave him alone? It's not like he even cared.

"Despite what you may think, I hold no grudge against you and I find no fault in your heart. Elrohir and I were actually going to come looking for you after we had a nice long talk with ada about why he would banish his own son." Elladan was still angered by the whole thought of his father being that cruel.

"Please, Elladan. Do not feign kindness. My heart could not take it." Aragorn's emotions were out of control, and his body was starting to break down.

"Estel, you are pale, sweaty, most likely feverish, and you would accuse me of pretending to care. You are my brother as much as Elrohir. I would defy my father if it meant that I could show you how much I care. Please, gwador nin, stay and let me heal your wounds. I know I made you promise me and I may seem hypocritical, but I will beg on my hands and knees if it will make you stay."

Aragorn could no longer hold it in. Tears streamed down his face and the events of the last few days replayed in his mind. He was exhausted; he hurt in both body and mind. Aragorn slowly and clumsily dismounted from the horse. He would have fallen if Elladan hadn't caught him.

"Help me, gwador nin. Help me heal." With his last words whispered, Aragorn fell unconscious in his brother's arms.

A/N: Poor Aragorn. I hope you all liked it. Please review and cheep me up since the family vacation just went down the tubes.