Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 and a few of my other chapters.

AN: I am so so so so sorry that I haven't updated sooner, but I had a lot of work to do for school, and now that I have a week off for Easter vacation, I can finally work on finishing my story and posting it. I am sorry for the long wait. Thank you to my reviewers and to all those reading it and who waited patiently. Here is the next chapter!

Elladan and Elrohir were tied to each other, lying on the floor. They had numerous cuts and bruises all over their bodies. Their shirts were mangled and they seemed to be unconscious. Elrond though was nowhere in sight, and neither was Glorfindel.

Leaning over them was the last person that Aragorn wanted to see…Sarkáhn. He was grinning menacingly over the twins, completely absorbing their pain and allowing it to wash over his very being. He reveled in their discomfort. Without turning around, he began to talk to Aragorn, for he already knew that he was there.

"You see? This is what you have brought upon yourself. You have caused much unnecessary pain for yourself and your family. Had you only heeded my words, this would never have happened." Sarkáhn turned around as if to face Aragorn and put more emphasis on his next words. "You will be the reason for their deaths. Their blood is on your hands."

These words pierced Aragorn's heart. He could barely breathe as he began to believe what Sarkáhn was telling him. He knew that he was only trying to break his calm and rattle his thoughts, but he could not help but feel a pang of guilt. Aragorn had spent most of his time blaming himself for his family's peril, but his family and Legolas kept informing him otherwise. But now to have someone actually come out and say that it was his fault made him rethink his family's advice and begin to doubt their words of comfort. Pain welled deep within his heart, a deep feeling of regret and despair.

Legolas saw how much Sarkáhn's words were affecting his best friend, for he could see the pain deep within Aragorn's clear blue eyes. Eyes that once sparkled and held a great vigor for life and a great hope for all was now clouded with doubt and sadness. He whispered gently to his friend hoping to break through his friend's turmoil.

"Do not listen to him, Estel. There is no fault upon your soul. Had you not have done what you did, Sarkáhn would have come and destroyed us all anyway. Sarkáhn is the destroyer of elves, remember. One does not simply give up that title because you do as they say and not interfere in their plans. You have done the right thing, regardless of the affects upon everyone else. No one blames you."

He emphasized his last words hoping that he had reached his dearest friend. Aragorn turned his eyes toward Legolas and seemed to grasp what his friend was trying to tell him. He nodded his head as if he understood what Legolas meant. However, once the seed of doubt was planted in Aragorn's mind, he never quite fully believed Legolas. Because of this slight disbelief, Aragorn was not prepared for what was to happen next.

Elladan began to awaken only to hear Sarkáhn addressing his brother and Legolas. He heard the whole conversation and could not help but wince as he felt his brother's pain. He knew what Aragorn was thinking and he knew exactly what Sarkáhn was trying to do. Sarkáhn was trying to weaken his brother because he was…afraid. Sarkáhn knew that Aragorn was not weak and would undoubtedly discover a way to defeat him with the help of Mistad. All Aragorn had to do was contact Mistad and ask for help and Sarkáhn knew that he would uncover his mystery. Unfortunately, Elladan did not know the full extent of Sarkáhn's fear, for he did not know that Aragorn had discovered many things including who Sarkáhn really was.

Elladan tried to break free of his bonds, but found his efforts futile as his constant struggling began to irritate his many injuries. His movement though seemed to draw Sarkáhn's attention toward him again. He did not want to go through another one of Sarkáhn's little torture sessions again so his struggling became even more rapid, causing his brother to awaken as well.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? I see my two little friends have awakened. What shall I do with you?" Sarkáhn asked sarcastically.

Aragorn's temper rose and he could barely control himself and his arms began to shake in rage. Legolas tried to assuage his friend's temper but to no avail. Aragorn began to make his way toward Sarkáhn, but Sarkáhn turned around and froze him in place.

"No, no, that will just not do. You cannot harm me this way and you know it." Sarkáhn put up his hand and sent Aragorn flying back against the wall with a thud. Legolas ran over to help his friend up. 'He is never going to fully heal at the rate he's going,' Legolas thought to himself. Aragorn gave a moan of pain as he tried to stand up again with the help of Legolas. 'This is really getting annoying,' Aragorn thought.

"You two," Sarkáhn said raising his hand to Legolas Aragorn, "sit down over their."

They were both raised into the air and none too gently placed in two chairs in the back of the room. They were restrained by invisible bonds that held as tightly as if they had been held by two hundred men.

"Now, what am I going to do with all of you? I cannot allow Elrond to interfere. Although I do believe this time, he will take Sarniâ's side. Tell me, Aragorn; did your father looked surprised when he found out that his best friend was innocent? Did he have guilt written all over his face?" Sarkáhn seemed to shake with laughter as Aragorn gave him a cold glare that would have killed Sarkáhn where he stood if looks could kill.

Elladan was confused. He had no idea what they were talking about. "What does he mean, Estel?"

"Oh, you mean you have not found out, nor did you figure it out. Well, I do understand. After all, you are such brainless race of beings. Even Aragorn figured it out before you. I am not Sarniâ, nor would I ever want to be. I am Nacrás, better known as the little elf child slain by Sarniâ all those years ago. You were all so blinded by the rumors just like all the other witless residents of Rivendell. You could not see beyond the pretense nor objectively rationalize everything. I have to give it to Mistad or should I say Sarniâ, for he put up with your pointless ramblings and natural stupidity." Sarkáhn laughed even harder as he saw the looks of shock on everyone's faces especially Elladan and Elrohir. All of a sudden, Sarkáhn seemed to turn serious again.

"I guess I will have to make my move now. This all is rather boring. I think maybe I should torture you're little blonde companion for a while," Sarkáhn said pointing to Legolas. "Maybe have a little fun with him, seeing as how he has been left out." Seeing the look of horror on Aragorn's face, he continued. "Or else I could just finally carry out my plan and just kill you now. Decisions, decisions…" Sarkáhn knew the suspense was killing them as he floated here and there around each person laughing menacingly muttering, 'which one, which one'.

"Ah, I have a very good and exciting idea. I have just discovered a way to work both my plans. I will kill you, Aragorn, and torture your little friend at the same time." All their faces looked puzzled for they were not quite sure what Sarkáhn meant by his words. Fear crept into their features as they realized his meaning as soon as Sarkáhn stood Legolas up with a dagger in his hand. He was going to have Legolas kill Aragorn!

Legolas was forced to stand up, dagger in hand, and make his way over to his best friend's chair. With a look of pure horror, Legolas was directed to stand right in front of Aragorn. Slowly, the dagger went toward Aragorn's heart. Elladan and Elrohir kept screaming for him to stop and to fight back, but Legolas could barley hear them. Sarkáhn looked upon them with great anticipation as he awaited the final plunge and the end of Aragorn, the greatest nuisance and threat to his mission. Legolas fought with all his might against the invisible force that kept his hand moving. He began to shake as he used all his energy to break Sarkáhn's hold.

Aragorn, though filled with fear and sorrow, did not close his eyes. Instead, he focused intently on Legolas, looking into his eyes, wanting the last person he saw to be someone he loved…part of his family…his brother. His eyes held no grudge or blame in them.

Legolas had tears in his eyes, as he knew that this would be the end of Aragorn, and it would be his fault. He would be the cause of his best friend's death. He kept his eyes focused on Aragorn's trying to capture his image and force it all into memory. They both waited for the final moment, when the dagger would find its final resting place in Aragorn's chest.

AN: Dun, dun, dun…I'm evil I know. I am sorry about the cliffy but it could not be avoided. I would never hurt Aragorn, would I? (tries to look innocent but fails miserably) I will update soon, I promise. The conclusion is coming soon. Please Review, I love them. Until later ; )