Disclaimer: Still not mine only Sarniâ, Sarkáhn, Mistad, and Nacrás.
AN: Thank you so much for your reviews. I am not having a good day, so this is kind of short. Here is the next part of my story and I hope that you all enjoy it!
Sarkáhn was the least to say furious with Elrond's attempt to stop him from finally ridding himself of Aragorn. The dagger which Elrond had used to stab him in the back had caused some damage to Sarkáhn, but not enough to destroy him. Elrond knew there was something special about the dagger but he was unsure of exactly what it was. However, he did know that he would not be able to kill Sarkáhn so simply, for the words of Mistad troubled his mind to no end. There was more than just a quick stab in the back that would end the dreadful creature's life, but what?
Sarkáhn looked menacingly upon Elrond and seemed to shake with uncontrollable rage. "You are a fool, Elrond. You know that a mere dagger cannot kill me." Sarkáhn however was slightly fearful, because for the first time, a weapon had actually injured him! "You have interfered for the last time. I will break your spirit and destroy your soul. I will kill you in time, but not before you have suffered unmercifully, and I do not make idle threats." At that point he threw Elrond hard against the wall. Then he sent a few random objects cascading towards him, injuring him more. Sarkáhn watched with sinful joy upon the scene in front of him.
Aragorn, who was leaning against Legolas somewhat heavily, seemed to snap out of his daze as he mustered more strength than he thought he still had left. He stood upright on his own and took a tentative step forward toward Sarkáhn. He motioned for Legolas to go and untie his brothers while Sarkáhn was preoccupied.
"You will leave him alone. You know that it is me you want so badly to destroy. You can have me…but please leave my father alone!" Aragorn yelled with determination in his voice.
"You call this worthless creature your father. A despicable race of beings such as his deserves to be obliterated."
"You were once an elf too, Nacrás," Aragorn pointed out with disdain at the thought of this malevolent and vile creature at one time being an elf.
"Yes, I was once pretending to be an elf. And I was sickened by it. Sickened by the fact that I had to play a little charade being the race I despise most. But I will make up for that. You will all see my wrath when I finally annihilate every last elf. But as you have made so clear, it is you that I want more desperately than anyone to destroy. You have interfered and caused much trouble for both me….and my master. It is time fore me to stop beating around the bush, as they say, and go in for the kill. Never allow someone else," Sarkáhn said while turning his head to look at Legolas, "To do something that you should have done yourself."
Aragorn looked with fear in his eyes upon the blazing figure before him. He knew that he said too much, but at least he was able to divert Sarkáhn's attention away from his family and onto him. Protecting his family was all that Aragorn desired, and if giving his life would help his family and friends escape, then so be it.
Sarkáhn pinned Aragorn against the wall, while still retaining his hold over Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir. He began to viciously choke him, taking all the breath out of Aragorn's lungs. Then, growing bored of the redundancy in his attempt to kill Aragorn, he let go of Aragorn's windpipe. Aragorn coughed and gasped attempting to regain his breath.
"That seems a bit unfit for this execution. Maybe a little a blood will be needed to satisfy me." He lifted the same dagger that Elrond had used to stab him into the air. "Goodbye, dear Aragorn." With that he sent the blade speeding toward Aragorn's heart, and this time he did not intend to miss.
Elrond started to become aware of his surroundings as consciousness fully returned to him. He put a hand to his aching head only to come back with blood stainedfingers. He winced with pain as his head began to pound and his body began to hurt as his senses came back.
He looked around only to find Sarkáhn prepared to kill his son. He watched Aragorn be pushed up against the wall and choked to death. He tried with all his might to stand up, but found that all his energy had expired and weariness overcame his mind. He watched helplessly as his son was slowly being killed. Then, he watched as Sarkáhn all of a sudden stopped. 'This cannot be good', Elrond thought to himself.
Then he saw out of the corner of his eye, the dagger which he had used to stab Sarkáhn in the back was slowly being raised into his right hand. As Sarkáhn talked, the dagger was being laid in his hand behind his back. 'Oh, no! He's going to kill my son', Elrond screamed in his mind. He watched as Sarkáhn prepared to throw the cruel dagger at his son, ending his life in the process. Elrond, determined to saveAragorn at all cost, watched in slow motion as the dagger made its way toward Aragorn's chest. With renewed energy, Elrond gained his footing and with the thought of only his son's well-being in mind, he leapt with all his might into the path of the dagger, while pushing Aragorn to the ground. The knife imbedded itself in Elrond's chest; critically injuring him…causing irreparable damage…Elrond was dying!
AN: I know that was very cruel of me to leave it there, but I had to. I promise I will update soon; ) I'm going to go hide now. LOL