A/N: This chapter has the potential to be very confusing. Sauron is sort of in Aragorn's head, and Aragorn is struggling with the decision. I'm sorry it took so long to put up! And also, I wanted my readers to know what I do for them. I was happily playing with my Aragorn action figures, when I realized I should write this chapter. So I very reluctantly put Aragorn away, and here's the chapter. Huge sacrifice, you see.

Chapter 3: Decisions of Sacrifice

The dull pounding in my head turns into a suffocating roar. I can see nothing but Sauron's Eye. Arwen can be saved. All I must do is drop Anduril and join Sauron. Join the Enemy.

"Elessar…" The Eye calls again, waiting for my response. Knives pierce my mind at the sound of his voice, making my head throb.

"I do not want to join you," I think, and my words are as clear as if I had spoken aloud.

"So you choose instead to leave Arwen to die?" More knives cut my mind and my heart, tangled with fleeting images of Arwen.

"I cannot leave her," I whisper.

Sauron responds with the fiercest assault yet. Countless images of Arwen flash through my mind, each one accompanied by intense pain that threatens to drown me. Arwen laughing, Arwen smiling, Arwen as I first beheld her. Arwen crying, growing sicker, and finally the most terrible image, the one that holds the most pain and guilt: Arwen, as she is now, lying nearly dead in Rivendell.

My vision is restored and I am surprised to see that I am still standing. I turn to Gandalf and the soldiers. I hope he understands. This last attempt to allow Frodo to destroy the Ring cannot go on.

Thinking of Frodo sparks a realization. Frodo can save- but Sauron is still in my head and he snatches the thought away.

I watch as Gandalf's expression slowly changes, from an expression of hope to one of dismay. He knows he has lost me.

I begin loosening my grip on my sword. Sauron recedes from my head, confident that my decision has been made.

The sword begins to shift, and my eyes roam over the crowd of men. My thoughts are my own again, and they come back to me in a frantic rush.

I cannot join Sauron with hopes that he will save Arwen. It is his Ring that kills her, and will only continue to kill her if it is not destroyed. I must fight to give Frodo the chance he needs.

My glance falls onto my slipping sword. Arwen gave it to me because she believes in me. She would not want me to abandon these men. She would rather die than leave the world to suffer.

Frodo is everyone's only hope.

I look Gandalf in the eyes, gripping my sword tightly. "For Frodo," I say haltingly, then charge into the hoard of waiting Orcs.

Just before I slash the closest Orc, Sauron enters my mind once more. Before I can push him away, he shows me one last, horrible image. Tears stain Arwen's face as she draws her last breath.

And now it has come to pass.

Arwen is dead.

Fury explodes in me, showing itself as I stab an Orc. Anger lends me speed as I race through the throng of enemies, slashing and thrusting Anduril into any opponents in my path. Blinded by my rage, I do not see the troll until he attacks me.

The troll swings his sword at me, and I duck, slamming my sword into his thick leg. The wound does not hinder him, only makes him mad. He stomps forward and knocks me to the ground, then puts his huge foot on my chest. I shove my dagger into his skin, but like the other wound it does not affect him. Legolas shouts and runs to aid me, but many Orcs are between him and I.

The troll stares down at me and I can feel him start to press down on my chest. My ribs will soon crack under the weight. As my breath is squeezed away, I think of Arwen.

Arwen, I will join you soon.

I hear a noise like thunder and the troll looks up. The pressure on my chest is lightened and I take a shallow breath. Orcs squeal in fear around me. At another noise, some start to run away. The troll that holds me lifts his foot and lumbers off, as fast as he can, a wild terror in his eyes. I haul myself up and look towards Mordor.

The evil tower of Barad-dur shakes, then collapses to the ground agonizingly. It takes a moment for the meaning of this to register.

"The Ring has been destroyed!"

So you succeeded, Frodo, I think wearily. Now the Free People can live in peace.

But it is too late for me to find peace. It is too late for Arwen.

Ok, who wants to kill Sauron for hurting Aragorn? raises hand Well, did you like it? Please review! I'll reply again. I think there will be one more chapter, so Aragorn will have a happy ending. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go play with my Aragorn action figures again. Victory at last!