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AN: I am so sorry for not updating sooner but I had a huge English project, Algebra project, and softball all running together. Now, assessments are next week, and I have a lot of studying to do, but hopefully I will be able to update sooner, if I can log in which was giving me difficulty. But now, things have calmed for a bit and I have added more to my story. Thank you for your patience and all those who have reviewed. I do not expect it to be too much longer now maybe two or three chapters. Now without further ado, here it is!

"Place your hand on your father's chest, and hold his hand in your other," Sarniâ instructed Aragorn. "I will do the rest."

Sarniâ told Aragorn to close his eyes and focus only on his father. He chanted a few incoherent words and both seemed to drift into another world.

Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel could do nothing but watch at the scene that lay before them. No one dared to interfere knowing that if their interruption caused their one chance of Elrond's return to diminish, they would never be able to forgive themselves.

Aragorn's world vanished in a flash of light andeverything seemed to dissipate before him. He found himself in a peaceful field. Green, flowing fields spread out as far as the eye could see. Life was abundant. Birds sung softly and sweetly, while squirrels gathered nuts and hurriedly climbed up into their home in the trees. There was a stream running nearby for Aragorn could hear the trickle of water lapping against its banks. All the world was serene. "So this is what death looks like," thought Aragorn to himself.

"We must find Elrond quickly for he is fading," Sarniâ said drawing Aragorn out of his trance.

They walked along a path searching for Elrond, calling his name. Finally, they came across him walking alongside what they deemed to be Death.

Death was a woman. She was beautiful and slender, wearing a long, pale pink robe with intricate patterns of flowers and stems that were embroidered around the ends of her long what seemed like endless sleeves, and also around the neck and the bottom, which dragged ever so lightly against the ground as if she were floating. Her whole aura emitted peace and friendship, a very comforting thought for those who have just died.

"Ada! Ada, it is me, Estel!" Aragorn ran to his father; his hope renewed at seeinghim again. "I cannot believe it!"

"Estel? My son? What in the Valar are you doing here?" Elrond asked astounded but ecstatic at seeing his son again.

"I have come here to take you home. Sarniâ helped me."

"Hello, my old friend. It is good to see you again," Sarnia said with a smile.

Legolas watched the scene as it unfolded before his eyes. No words could be spoken before Aragorn and Sarniâ decided to delve into Elrond's mind. Legolas looked with anticipation and worry, especially about his friend's health.

Aragorn seemed to grow weary as his energies were focused on helping his father. Perspiration appeared on his forehead while his shoulders slumped and his breathing became heavier as deeper breaths were taken.

Sarniâ looked absolutely flawless as if he had done this so many times before. He looked like he had been trained in the advanced healing arts as Elrond had been. Of course, he was also dead so he had energies to spare and strength to lend.

Legolas knew that Sarniâ was the only person keeping Aragorn from losing control and lapsing into unconsciousness, possibly a deep coma fromthe expelling of most of his energy which he could not afford to spend since he was injured and emotionally exhausted. It took great willpower and strength to keep Legolas from stopping the whole procedure on account of his best friend's health. He did not believe anything was worth Aragorn's life, but he knew that Aragorn would do anything for his family, especially his father.

Elladan could not bear the sight before his eyes. So many questions raced through his head, so many feelings. He could hardly bear the loss of his father, and the sight of Aragorn, made him think of the possibility of loosing his brother too. He turned his back and fled the room, not wanting to face anyone should either his brother fail in his task and shatter his hopes of having his father return, or he would see his brother expend to much power and energy in order to save Elrond.

Elrohir saw his brother leave the room. He felt great pity and sadness for he knew what his brother was thinking. Elladan had always been one to keep his emotions bottled up rather than allow them to be released. He longed to be by Elladan's side, but he thought better of it, knowing that his brother wanted to be alone. He could not bear leaving Estel in the state he was in or his father for that matter.

Glorfindel, well-trained in the healing arts by Elrond himself, looked upon Aragorn and Sarniâ with great worry and amazement. He knew thatbecause of Aragorn's lineage he had a great capacityfor healing, yet he did not quite know the full extent of his gift. He knew Sarniâ well enough that he felt better about Aragorn's safety. Glorfindel knew exactly what Sarniâ was planning on doing through the connection.

With both healers in the deep trance, they sought to draw Elrond away from the light and the comfort of death. Sometimes, this worked, but only with advanced healers. Should an inexperienced person try to attempt it, they stood the risk of completely expending all their energy and actually dying in the process. Glorfindel silently prayed to the Valar that everything would work out well in the end and that Aragorn would not have to sacrifice his life to save his father.

All three elves stood in the room, looking worriedly between Sarniâ and Aragorn. They hoped that they would both be successful in their attempt to bring Elrond back. None dared to speak; they only watched patiently with great expectation and anxiety.

AN: I know it was a little short, but I have a bad case of writer's block right now but I hope to update soon. Please review!