ARAGORN

½ an hour later Legolas and Radona came into view. For the first time, I felt no hostility towards her. She had puffy red eyes and streams down her cheeks, showing where tears had fallen. I felt nothing but sympathy for her.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Say nothing to me," she snapped, turning towards the dark cave. "Come."

Everyone entered after her without hesitation. I don't know why we felt as if we could trust her, but we did. That much was a mistake.

About five minutes later we realized our error, as an ambush popped out. We couldn't see them well in the darkness, but we could tell they were their. For one, they had battle cries that pierced our ears. For two, they grabbed each of us except for two. Radona took Legolas herself.

"Traitor!" Arwen screamed. "Aragorn was right! You've given us none but lies since the beginning!"

"Yes," Radona said. "It is as you say." She lifted her leg and pulled a knife out from her boot. "I'm sorry, Legolas. So sorry. I really do love you. I really do." Then she cut his throat wide open. Arwen screamed.

"No!" I said. "I knew it!"

"Yes, you did," Radona said. She turned to the Kerlil. "Nidu says to kill them. Now." Then she ran off, her face buried in her hands.

The Kerlil pulled out their own knives. Ohtar let out an explosive yell seconds before he fell. Arwen was the next to die.

But I was determined not to fall. I kicked the Kerlil holding me and he was taken off-guard, for his knife fell. I grabbed it and slit his own throat, then pulled out my more useful sword and slayed the rest. They were easier to kill than Orcs – they were dumber and slower. Stained a dark green by the Kerlil blood, I took off to find Radona.

I found her in another "room" within the cave. It was lit with torches. I saw her sitting on the ground hugging herself and crying.

"Traitor," I said as I entered. She looked up.

"I loved him," she sobbed. "I truly loved him!"

And I knew she did.

"But I killed him. I didn't mean to… it was so easy…I never would have… but, I… I couldn't… I loved him!" she cried.

I pointed my sword towards her. "I'm sorry. I'm sure that deep inside, you have a good soul. But this good soul has not been shown to me, I have seen nothing but a traitor's black heart. So I must kill you."

She looked up at me. "Please," she said. "Please kill me. I cannot live with myself."

That's when I had a sudden thought. It was crazy! I don't know why I had never thought of it before, or why Arwen and Legolas didn't notice. "Radona," I said. "It is not an elvish name."

"Kill me," she repeated.

"How…?"

"KILL ME NOW!" she screamed. But I put my sword away.

"I don't intend to, not anymore. Your name is familiar. Radona. Have I ever known you? Who are you?" That's when she grabbed her knife – stained with Legolas's blood – and cut her own throat