The air, the floor, the world was twirling like a warrior expertly spinning his blades. He couldn't feel solid ground, or any source of gravity. All he knew, was that something was pulling him and shoving him into an invisible tornado. At least, that was what it felt like. He fought to brace himself and make the world around him stay still for at least one minute!

He could taste blood on his split, dry lip. His limbs felt nearly numb. Numb, but oddly positioned. His healer instincts told him that his ribs had to be very bruised. He arched his upper body forward but to no avail as something, something sharp and large jerked his wrists back. And, he was shivering. He didn't feel cold, but his body was trembling.

Aragorn blearily opened his eyes. It was dark, purely dark save for one weakly lit torch out of his right peripheral vision. Aragorn struggled to adjust his eyes to the darkness so that he could take in his surroundings, but his eyesight refused to cooperate. He could only see double and it hurt his head to concentrate so hard. He could hear water, or some type of liquid dripping nearby and the air felt stuffy. He must be in a dungeon most likely. But wait! A dungeon? How did he get here? Why was he here? "Uhm...hello?" Aragorn whimpered, but his voice felt foreign to his own ears.

Other voices and faces were filling his head. Very familiar faces. He heard his father Elrond scolding him severely. He must have committed some major household misdemeanor to get a lecture that harshly! But what had he done? Aragorn struggled to remember, but his memory would not speak with him.

"You stupid ranger." Elrond frowned deeply. "How could you let yourself become so easily swayed?"

"A-A-Ada..." Aragorn spoke weakly. He didn't know where he was, or why he was even here, but his instincts showed him that he was in thick darkness, with a thick, cemented wall to his back.

"I warned you, Aragorn. I told you what would happen! But you just would not listen." Elrond snapped.

"A-Ada, what did..." Aragorn whimpered, blinking in confusion. Next, he saw Faramir, Eowyn, and his subjects. They had surrounded him and were looking on him with absolute disdain.

"We trusted you! And you failed us." Eowyn told him, the disappointment thick in her voice.

"You broke your word. Aragorn, you have failed this city!" Faramir growled down at him.

"I-I-I didn't..." Aragorn tried to speak. His subjects morphed into the last people in the world Aragorn would want to hurt! He saw Legolas, glaring at him darkly. "Legolas, what-" Aragorn pleaded.

"You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot! You and all your kind." Legolas snarled at him. "I helped you take back your throne. And how do you repay me? You abandon your own people, who looked up to you! Leaving me to protect your precious city, while you wallow in self pity, and expect us to come rescuing you when you got yourself into this scrape. Well, no more! From now on, you're on your own, Estel."

"No, Legolas! What are you talking about? No, wait. Please!" Aragorn begged sadly. His head was buzzing so hard and his stomach churning from motion sickness that he couldn't understand these voices were all inside his mind, and not real at all! The concoction still in his bloodstream that had kept him comatosed for days was coming back with a wicked vengeance now that he was conscious enough to feel the after effects of it!

Then Aragorn shuddered. He saw Alasse's face before his eyes. She looked at him so hurtfully, as if he'd betrayed her trust and the thought alone was enough to make his heart clench painfully. "Alasse..." He whispered helplessly. "Help me...please..."

"Why, Estel? Why did you do it?" Alasse asked painfully. "You gave me your love, and it seemed so real. It was real! It had to be! Why are you doing this to me? You have no conception of the deep pain it has caused me."

"No, Alasse. Great Valar, what have I done? You must tell me!" Aragorn cried.

"I gave myself to you, and you tossed me aside, as if I were an old dishrag, useless to anyone anymore! Do not come to me for pity after the way you have treated my great love for you. I am rather enjoying watching you suffer. Now you will know what it feels like!"

"Alasse..." Aragorn moaned wearily. The drug that had been drilling into his mind had worn him out, feeling his head relentlessly spin and pound. Aragorn couldn't think straight, too disoriented to focus and try to comprehend where he was in the first place!

Just when Aragorn had thought things couldn't possibly turn any more hurtful and frightening, another face entered his brain. An infamous countenance that could freeze Orcs without uttering a word! Aragorn's pulse escalated when he looked up into the eyes of the great, intimidating, icy, very displeased Elven king Thranduil! "Wake up, Aragorn! Wake up!" The ranger/king vigorously shook his head, trying to regain his senses.

"I told you. I told you to stay away from her." Thranduil grunted slowly. "I knew it would only bring about pain and ruin, allowing my only, precious daughter to give her love to a mortal." Thranduil curled his lip, as if the very word was poison in his mouth. "Your plight looks bleak, ranger. Very bleak. Do you know what I do, to scum who break my little girl's heart?" Thranduil asked coldly, drawing his sword and pressing it up against Aragorn's chest.

"My lord, I..."

"I eliminate them!" Thranduil hissed, digging the blade in a couple inches, causing Aragorn to whimper. "Silence!" Thranduil thundered, his blue eyes burning with an impenetrable fire in them. "I wish to hear none of your lame excuses. Hurting my daughter, betraying her heart, is best described in only one word: unforgivable. You miserable wretch! You are nothing to me." Thranduil said icily.

"I would never..." Aragorn tried to plead his case.

"You are nothing. NOTHING!" Thranduil bellowed. "It will give me delicious pleasure watching you suffer as you die, the same way you made my daughter suffer." And with that, he thoroughly thrust his sword straight through Aragorn's heart! "You...are...nothing." Thranduil whispered creepily as he stepped back from his victim, watching him bleed to death.

Around the corner of Aragorn's confinement, an evil chuckle snickered to himself at the ranger's suffering.

Aragorn, snap out of it! You gotta wake up, man!