SilverKnight7--Hope this update is soon enough for you :)

Deana--Can he.can't he? We shall see :D

Sirnonenath--Lol, thank you! I don't think anyone's ever said my writing is "intense" :) Yep, sorry, only one more after this, but it's one of the longer ones because I have to wrap it up. I agree--I like character development and such as opposed to fight scenes and stuff. Um.I was actually throwing around the idea of doing a sequel type thing where Traemire's story is told, but I'm not too sure. And haven't started anything with it yet. I realized that they said that his story was a long one and they didn't have time right now to tell it (or something to that affect), but I never got around to writing it :) Hope you like this ending :D

Traemire stepped out onto the balcony, this time on the first floor. He observed the battle. It had not seemed so at first, but the army from Imladris was too outnumbered to think of victory easily.

"Traemire! Your evil ways have run rampant for too long!"

Traemire turned slowly. Gandalf stood behind him. Traemire smiled.

"Well, if it is not Gandalf. White is a new look for you."

"You never enjoyed small talk."

"No, I do not. So let us fight, old man." Traemire shot out his hand, letting loose a bolt of power.

Gandalf waved his hand, and it deflected. Traemire's smile widened.

"This is going to be fun. And once I defeat you, I will enjoy draining you of your power. It will be nice to get an upgrade."

Another bolt flew at Gandalf, who smacked it back. Traemire dodged it and raced at the wizard, yelling. They collided in a heap of electricity.

The two tumbled and took shots at each other before untangling themselves. Gandalf ended up looking out into the battle as before.

"There is no hope, Gandalf! My army outnumbers yours at least 15 to 1."

"Miracles can happen."

Traemire sneered. "And where is a miracle when you need one?"

"Coming up over the hill."

Traemire stared before whipping around to look at the continuing battle. And at the top of the hill stood Lord Celeborn tall and proud, a large army of elves behind him.

"Take aim!"

"Fire!"

Arrows rained down once more. The remaining warriors from Imladris let out a cry of adrenaline rush as they saw their much appreciated back up.

"I thought you could use some help!" Celeborn shouted to Elrond as he joined in beside him.

"Your timing is as good as always!"

Aragorn realized with now so many blonde's he stood no chance of spotting Legolas. Out of somewhat desperation he started calling out his name. An elf with dark hair called back to him.

"Aragorn! At the very start of the battle, I saw the prince enter the castle!"

'Surely not! Why would he...' Aragorn ceased his line of thought and instead took off for the castle. The doors were open from when Gandalf entered. Aragorn halted when sounds of their own battle reached his ears.

The two magic users had switched positions once their fighting resumed. Aragorn saw his opportunity when he realized Traemire's back was to him. Drawing nearer, Aragorn came up to where the dark elf stood. Due to his distraction by Gandalf, he failed to sense the man's presence until it was too late.

Traemire turned in time to receive Aragorn's sword through his heart. The dark elf was unable to do anything but fall to his knees, spewing blood from his mouth. Aragorn pulled his sword back out, and Traemire fell to the ground face first, dead before he hit.

Gandalf nodded to him. Aragorn walked to the edge of the balcony where the wizard stood. Then--

"Estel!"

Gazing around wildly, Aragorn could not find the source of the voice which he swore was Legolas's.

"Up there!" Gandalf pointed up the castle's wall. Aragorn followed his finger.

Legolas stared down at his two friends from the broken out window. "Legolas!" Aragorn moved to go back inside the castle.

"Nay!" The frantic sound of the elf's voice stopped him. "Listen to me! I am trapped in a furnace! Where is Traemire?"

"He is dead!" Aragorn yelled back. "Legolas--"

"Listen to me," he shouted. "I do not know if you have felt it yet or not, but I think this castle is about to implode!"

"What?! Are you sure?"Aragorn's alarmed voice rang back to the elf.

"Positive! You need to get everyone back! No one knows of Traemire's death! The orcs will think they won, and you are retreating! Get everyone as far away as possible! Then the castle will blow up, and it will take care of the orcs in the process! Gandalf, quick, go tell Elrond to retreat!"

Gandalf hesitated a split second before turning and leaping from the low balcony and racing off into the fray.

"I will not leave you!"

"You must! Estel, I never thought it would end like this, but I will not have you die needlessly. Go now!"

Aragorn was absolutely torn. 'How can I just leave my best friend here to die alone?' A horn call filled the air. The army of elves, though surprised, obeyed immediately and made a hasty retreat.

"Go!"

Aragorn closed his eyes.

"Estel, listen to me. You are my dearest friend. I love you; please do not let me die with the knowledge that I killed you too."

Aragorn suddenly knew what he had to do.

A/N: Sorry that it's kinda short. Yay, cliff hanger! I had to do one last one. The next chapter's the last chapter. It's a bit longer, because I decided to finish what happens here and then the wrap up all in one installment, rather than separately.