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Chapter 2

A Memory and a Premonition

"Come on Estel! Hurry up!" Elladan shouted back to his human brother. Aragorn ran up behind the elf lord carrying his bow and arrows.

"I'm here now. There's no rush is there?" the human asked, grinning.

Elladan felt annoyed. "We're tracking Orcs. They are not to be taken lightly!"

"I'm not stupid you know." The human said.

"You think," Elladan rolled his eyes. "The Orcs will get away soon."

"Stop wasting time then." Aragorn whined. This was his first hunt involving Orcs and he was anxious to get going. His enthusiasm and excitement had caused him to get ready faster but somehow Elladan was waiting for him.

Aragorn woke with a start. He sat up in the bed breathing hard. Though the memory he had dreamt had caused no harm to him the later encounter with Orcs had. He could see it in his minds eye now as he fought against the hideous creatures that were determined to kill him and Elladan. That first time hunting Orcs had nearly cost him his life. If it hadn't been for the intervention of Elrohir and Glorfindel he would have been killed. He could remember the Orcs sneering in his face as their leader had pulled back the bowstring and if the Orc had released the arrow seconds earlier then Aragorn would've been killed that near fatal day. It had been pure luck that Elrohir and Glorfindel had been in the area. He shuddered at the memory.

A few weeks had gone by since his return to Gondor and since then Aragorn's condition had improved but only slightly. He refused visitors apart from Eldarion and Arwen. They were the only ones he could trust with the knowledge of what had happened to him.

Gandalf had left nearly two weeks ago claiming he feared the Knight's still existed and Aragorn's illness was connected to them. No word had been sent since. If it was the Knight's then to Eldarion it meant they were feeding upon his father's broken spirit.

Most of the time Eldarion and Arwen were able to control Aragorn's dreams preventing him from seeing anything dark and evil, but on the rare occasion the dark power seemed to worm its way through into the King's mind and ensnaring him for the night, making him impossible to control. Both knew Aragorn was suffering when that happened. The attacks were getting rarer though which revealed that however or whatever was issuing the darkness was gradually dying. If that were the case then soon Aragorn would have no more trouble and be able to heal properly.

Yet that was not to be the case.

Due to her elven heritage Arwen kept having visions but she couldn't understand them. Her visions made no sense. They were broken up and different parts happened each night. She needed to make sense of them. It was one night that the vision presented itself to her in all its glory.

And it frightened her.

She found herself seeing black shapes emerge from the darkness. Her heart leapt as she recognised the Knights. They seemed to had grown in power. But what scared her more was the fact of Aragorn begging in front of his enemies. Begging them to take the pain away. Take his life. The Queen watched in horror as the Knights grabbed Aragorn by the shoulders and a bright light seemed to encircle him. She gasped. Aragorn's begging turned into a hoarse scream and he fell to the floor not moving. She heard the laughter of the Knights as they carried her husband's body away. A faint blue light continued to shine round Aragorn, and Arwen realised that the Knights were using Aragorn as an energy source to hold their destructive power.

Ever since the vision had come clear to her, Arwen had been afraid that it would come true. So far nothing had happened but she feared losing her husband to the Knights once more.

TBC

Sorry it's short but its necessary. R&R please.