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AN: I know this is short but I wanted to update. I have a lot of things going on right now with the end of the school year coming not to mention softball. I hope to update as quickly as I can. I hope there are no hard feelings. Thank you to all who are reading and my reviewers! Here's the next chapter.
Mistad stood silently in the room in front of the two shocked friends. His head moved from side to side as if taking in the appearances before him. In one swift movement, Mistad removed the hood that shrouded his face to reveal the most unexpected sight.
His face was that of a relatively young elf, as far as young is concerned in Elvin terms. His hands were not skinny and bony. Long blonde hair that was smooth and shiny lay softly on his shoulders. A long braid held most of his hair away from his face except for two blonde strands that hung on either side of his face. His eyes were blue and captivating except for the slight pang of sadness that was reflected from the inner turmoil deep within his soul. He smiled forlornly at Aragorn and Legolas.
"I am sorry for your loss and for everything that has happened to you." His voice was soft and melodious like a breath of wind that caresses one's cheek on a breezy day. "I should probably introduce myself more properly. I am Sarniâ, advisor and friend of the late Lord Elrond."
Neither Aragorn nor Legolas could speak. They were taken aback by Sarniâ's candid use of Elrond's name. They were still mystified even by his very presence. Aragorn found his voice first.
"What…I mean…How…?" Aragorn stumbled over his words as if trying to form the right question. Sarniâ smiled as if he understood Aragorn's plight.
"I am here because Sarkáhn has been destroyed. Do not forget my riddle. I said that a 'soul would be free'. Here I am. I am no longer a wandering spirit, for now I can rest in peace, but not before I finish my final task." Both friends looked questioningly at him. "I know the price that was paid for the death of Sarkáhn, for I knew long before it happened. I can see the grief in your eyes and I can feel the pain in your soul, young Estel. I cannot rest until all is well again. I am here for the last time to tell you that I will bring Elrond back, and you, Estel, will help me."
Aragorn felt a spark of hope come alive in his soul. He was almost ready to finally give into the fact that Elrond was lost forever, but now, Sarniâ was telling him that Elrond would be back. The only thing that troubled him was how exactly he was supposed to help. As if reading his mind Sarkáhn continued.
"You are the heir of Isildur, and therefore, 'the hands of the king are the hands of a healer.' You have great power within you. I will help you through this step by step, but right now we must make haste. Your father has almost crossed over completely. You see, when a body dies, they spend much time waiting for Death to come and take them to where they belong. Right now, Elrond is walking with Death to his final and eternal resting place. Now, come. Let us bring your father back." Sarkáhn vanished from the room. Aragorn and Legolas have each other a puzzled, yet excited look, and proceeded quickly out the door. Aragorn ignored his previous injuries, because at the moment, they didn't matter.
AN: Well that was pretty short and I kind of left you hanging but I will update soon! How about that Mistad/Sarniâ? Pretty nice elf if you ask me. Well, thank you for your patience and please review! ;)