A/N: Again, shall I die by my own hand for the disgraceful shortness of this chapter. Errr...

Part 53

Aragorn dueled with yet another Uruk Hai. His sword clanged with the barbaric piece of metal that the Orc used,before he finally drove it through the beast's middle. He was inside of the Tower of Orthanc,finally. The combat outside still continued but had died down somewhat. He had not seen any of his close companions for a while now.

Aragorn ran down the stairs,quickly engaging himself with another Orc. Strike, turn, block, parry, and start over. It reminded him of the breath taking Knife Dance Legolas mastered so beautifully. He remembered a night long ago when he had woken in the late hours of a summer evening and had wandered to the dark main hall of Elrond's, his father's, house. There, he had found Legolas, blindfolded and soundlessly sweeping across the open space, twirling his twin blades with seemingly no effort. It was a sight to see indeed.

Legolas. It was then that the ranger remembered his best friend. He had not seen he Elf prince for at least an hour now and still had absolutely no idea where he was. Aragorn suddenly became worried about the Elf. He needed to find him.