Alright, this is very short, I'm aware of it, and I apologise. It's not usual for me to be so stuck on a story. But don't worry, we'll get there. In fair warning though, this chapter, however short it may be is quite evil *g* The end of it that is.

Also, very sorry for the fact that I'm STILL taking some things for granted in the fanfiction world, I meant for this to be almost completely original but some notions are peeking back in my brain. I've got one word for you. Twins.

Damn them.

For full disclaimer, please check chapter one.

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Another Look

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Aragorn pulled himself on the lowest branch and hurriedly grabbed the next one. He knew the exertion wasn't helping his wounds any, but he simply gritted his teeth and ignored the pain, telling himself there would be time enough to care for them later.

With a steadying breath, Aragorn started the climb to reach the pile of rocks sitting on top of the cave, waiting to be pushed down.

The problem with spiders, Aragorn mused, is that they can climb as well as any elf. He kicked out bellow him, sending the spider reaching for him to the ground. They were already moving in after him and he knew he had very little time to reach the cave-top.

Spiders... faster than orcs.

Definetely.

He climbed steadily, surprised that his body followed, clearing the spiders with a few kicks and some dirty fighting... Aragorn didn't think he could be blamed for using every means possible, be they disloyal, in his present situation. And so, he kicked, pierced eyes and pulled antennas when the spiders got too close.

He managed to make his way up, enough so that he could feel victory in his blood. The cave-top was within sight, he could reach it and make it crumble should he extend his arm and gather enough strength to knock some of the bottom stones away.

He reached out, touching stone, searching for an opportunity. He noticed for the first time the nasty burn upon it as he searched for purchase on the rocks. As a healer, he knew this meant his body was overcompensating, making him immune to pain and exhaustion for a limited period of time. Limited being the key word.

Just as he thought this, his vision narrowed, black spots dancing in his eyes, leaving only the centre clear. His hearing started to tune out, muting the spiders' shrieking as though they were far away while in truth, they were mere feet below him.

Not now. Valar, please not now.

His right hand, which was supporting him on the tree and helping him lean over to the cave, loosened up slowly on its own. Aragorn's head was spinning badly and his hold diminishing, but he would not let himself lose consciousness. He somehow managed to tighten his hand upon the tree and once again extended his arm towards the rocks. He cursed as the burnt part of it rubbed against stone, realising with this that he would soon have to count with the pain he knew would come from generally every part of his body.

But not before he took those damn spiders with him.

He succeeded in knocking away some of the stones, but nothing that would make the other rocks piled up on top crumble.

He suddenly had the thought that, should he succeed, the rocks could still crumble on _him_ if he wasn't fast enough.

A smile and a chuckle made their way past Aragorn's lips. Only thing that would make sense really, with his luck. Get himself buried under a big pile of rock. He wondered which of his brothers would win the bet.

Elrohir had bet on a cliff, Elladan on Spiders.

How would they settle that?

Another chuckle and he realised that he was slowly becoming hysteric. He stopped the reaction immediately, iron will conquering the mounting hysteria with no more than a thought.

*You will NOT.*

As he regained control on himself, he realised that he had found the weak point of the rock pile. It was there. The stone that would save his life. He pushed on it, hard as he could, moving it some, but it wasn't enough.

He strained to push a second time when suddenly, a spider grabbed onto his leg and pulled Aragorn down, making him lose whatever weakened hold he had on the tree, the rocks, and any hope he may have left.

End Part 3

Review Responses:

Dshael: You know, I kept wondering where I'd seen your name before. And then I realised. 'The Middle Days' Ring any bell? Wanna help me hunt down the Eugenides? *hands gun and rope* *g* Oh, and I'm on a favourites list! Thanks. *bows*

Leggylover03: Yes, yes I believe it IS always good. Hell... what am I saying? I'm making the poor man suffer! *glances at Aragorn* bah. He can take it.

Jadelyn Rashwe: 'Lean on me' correct? *pats self on back* I seem to remember everyone today! Lovely stories and lovely concept as well. I like the writing a lot. And I'm glad you appreciate mine! *bg*

Mbali: Legolas... I have issues with Legolas. I seriously wondered whether I would use him or not, simply because when writing a friendship story in LOTR with Aragorn, Legolas is the one who'll ALWAYS be there. *g* I don't really like walking in other people's paths. But I also decided I was only going to characterize him as I saw him. And it makes me glad that you see him that way at all. I was afraid I'd be the only one!

Estelcontar: I think I'll always wait till the end to answer your coms. Keep the best for last, nay? Here's a little spoiler for you... In 'Another Look' the point is to get Aragorn in as much trouble as he can get, and have him get himself out of it. I WILL NOT use Legolas to save him. I simply refuse to consider the option. He might be helpful, but he shall not save the day as he always does. Which I'm afraid is going to take my popularity down some! Gandalf says something about Aragorn being the best traveler and woodsman of our age, or it's in the same spirit anyway. Definitely not a weakling. I'm mixing up the movieverse with my bookverse characterizations. Must be some sort of crime. *g* I'm not sure whether I'd use the term 'wimp' for the other stories... but hell, it's as close as we're gonna get! *g*

There will be another, longer chapter within two days time, hopefully. However, you must take into account the fact that I am starting Uni again, and that I'm a very busy bee.

And YOU! *points at Aragorn-muse lying on the grass near a river, staring at the moon* Could be more helpful.

Aragorn-muse: Do you SEE what you put me through? You want me to HELP?

Wolf: *thinks* huh... yeah.

Aragorn muse: *heavy sigh* Why do I put up with you?

Wolf: Because you love me. And if you don't I'm going to torture you.

Aragorn-muse: Oh that's a big threat. You do know that I'm about to fall off a tree, from a rather high branch, with a wounded leg, torso, stomach, a burned hand and freaking spider venom in my body? What more can you do?

Wolf: *evil grin*

Aragorn-muse: Shit.