Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 because I still don't own anything except Sarkáhn and Mistad.

Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews. I know this may be a short update, but the next part was too long to put into this part, so I had to cut it short. Hopefully you like this because our floating friend who attacked Legolas and Aragorn in woods has returned, and it is not Sarkáhn. So, here we go.

In the middle of the night, the peace had ended. An entity was about again, the same one that Legolas and Aragorn had encountered just the day before that had caused so much stress and conjured up so many questions. It drifted past Elrond who was sleeping in the chair. He began to stir, but the being touched the side of his face causing Elrond to drift back to a seemingly undisturbed sleep. Then he drifted by Legolas's bed, but he had not stirred for the sleeping draught was too strong. Finally, the entity reached Aragorn's bed. With the slightest touch of the being's hand, Aragorn turned restless and disconcerted.

He was drifting in a formless world of swirling figures and shapes. All was well…then everything changed. The world turned as black as night, not a sound could be heard in the background. A chill seemed to be sent through the darkness. Then the world changed to the most frightening and melancholic scene Aragorn had ever witnessed. All the elves, Glorfindel, his father, his brothers and even Legolas were… dead. The whole world he thought he knew was destroyed. Rivendell, which had once been a magnificent and exquisite landscape that looked almost as if it were a painting, was empty. The trees had lost every leaf, every flower was shriveled and withered, and all else was abandoned. It looked as if no one had been there in years. The silence surrounding the eerie scene was deafening. No sound could be heard, not even the slightest chirp of a bird. The only thing that could be felt was the lingering of lost souls wailing because of the injustice of it all.

Aragorn could not stand to see another sight from his forsaken dream. But more was yet to come. Another flash and a room appeared. It was his room. Sitting on the bed, crying for those lost was…he. Heart wrenching sobs tore from his throat because he had been the one left alone, despite his family's and friend's fears of surviving through his death. Then, something caught his eye. A note was in his hand. An old looking paper, tinted a light brown and yellow. Written on it in black ink was a beautiful penmanship with perfectly formed letters. It stood out clearly against the light colored paper that it was on. In clear and concise words, the most puzzling and disturbing words of all were written on it:

Darkness has blinded, tricks have deceived

Caution deserted, death was received.

M.

Aragorn felt trapped within his own mind; he felt restrained by the darkness that surrounded him. Just then, he felt an arm reach down and pull him out of the dark abyss and into the luminescent light.

"Lasto beth nin. Tolo dan na galad. Come, ion nin. Awake from this dream."

He could hear the persistency in Elrond's voice and could not help but obey. He opened his weighted eyes and looked into the concerned eyes of his foster father, best friend, and his brothers.

"Ada?" Aragorn's faint voice inquired. "What happened?"

"You were in the grip of a nightmare. You were constantly rolling around and calling out our names. We were afraid that you would hurt yourself, so we had to hold you down while Ada tried to revive you," Elladan answered.

"What happened, gwador nin?" Elrohir asked.

"I had a horrible nightmare. You were all in it…you were all…dead." Aragorn was having trouble talking normally because his thrashing caused his ribs to hurt a great deal.

"Easy, ion nin, take slow, deep breaths."

"It was awful. Everything I knew was gone. You all died! I was alone. Rivendell was completely desolate. The whole city looked completely lifeless. Not a tree could be seen growing for a mile away. It was almost as if something had destroyed it. My world…my life was shattered!"

"Calm down, Estel, we are here for you."

"No! I will not be calmed. You do not know what I saw. You do not know what images will haunt my waking moments. You do not know what the note said!"

"What note, Aragorn?" Elrond rarely ever used his birth name unless he was impatient and needed to know something extremely important that Estel would not reveal the answer to. Aragorn understood the seriousness in his father's tone, so he relayed the cryptic message to him. Legolas was the first to grasp the gravity of the situation, for he was the only one at the moment to know of the past encounter with the black robed creature. Legolas and Aragorn then conveyed their strange tale to Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir who listed attentively and seemed to absorb every word. When the tale was finished, stillness enveloped the tent. Finally, Legolas broke the silence.

"So, he has returned then. He has come back to fulfill his devious plan. I had always thought that he was just an iniquitous character created in a story to scare little elfings into not getting into mischief. This is most dreadful news, indeed."

"Who is this Sarkáhn, and why have I never heard of these tales? What was that creature that attacked Legolas and me in the woods yesterday? What are you all so afraid of anyway?" Aragorn asked in complete bewilderment.

"Those are many justifiable questions that deserve honest answers. Well then, I shall have to tell you the full tale for I am one of the few who knows it in its entirety."

"Ada, how do you know all of this?" Elrohir asked shock that he had not known of this in the past.

"Because, my son…I was the one who caused his death."

AN: Dun, dun, dun…Well, I know that was short, but it will get better. I hope you all like it and please review. ; )