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AN: Thank you for your reviews, those of you who are reading my story, and all of your patience. I am sorry for not updating sooner, but I had writer's block as always, but I managed to break that when I finally wrote another poem last week. Then my last day of "school" was Friday, since I had to go to a three hour class for Distinguished Scholars for the last two weeks, which made me stay after on school days and come in on days that I had off. But summer has begun, and I have almost finished this story. There will be one more chapter and then I can honestly say that I have finished my first fanfiction story! Anywho, without further ado, I give you the next chapter!

"Sarniâ, my dear friend, is it really you?" Elrond asked barely believing his eyes. "Oh how I have missed you. I blamed myself for so long for your death. But now, here you are standing in front of me."

"Yes it is I, Elrond. I have come here now with your son to bring you back to where you belong. No longer shall you dwell in this eternal darkness for you are an immortal. You deserve an everlasting life with your family. All that you have to do is come, take me hand, and follow us home." Sarniâ stretched out his hand in a friendly gesture to Elrond. However, to Aragorn's and Sarniâ's dismay, Elrond silently shook his head.

"I cannot leave with you. I have lived my life and I hold no regrets. I am content enough to say that I do not have to return."

This remark put great confusion on both of their faces. Aragorn could not fathom why his father refused to return with them. His heart broke once again as he felt all hope of his father's return shatter in that instant. If he returned without his father, how could he face his brothers knowing that it was his fault? He could not seem to grasp the reason for his father's choice. Elrond had so much to live for including a chance to see his wife again. Aragorn knew that something was holding his father back or else something was not quite right. When he looked up into his fathers eyes, he saw something there that completely took him by surprise. They were not the eyes of his father! Only one person he had ever seen had eyes filled with so much deceit and malice and that person was Sarkáhn, or Nacrás. Aragorn turned his head away from his "father" and looked at Sarniâ. He recognized in Sarniâ's eyes that he, too, saw the difference. Aragorn decided to confront Sarkáhn and end the being's control once and for all.

"Sarkáhn," Aragorn said in disgust, "what is to going to take to destroy your soul forever?"

Sarkáhn began to laugh maliciously. The laughter coming from Elrond's body made Aragorn sick. He could not believe that such a vile being would possess someone so compassionate.

"I see that we meet again," Sarkáhn said with an evil smile. "This is getting tiresome. But I knew that this was my last chance at revenge. Entering another being's soul, especially Elrond, is so much more…entertaining, because now I can destroy your mind rather than your body. Not to mention, I can torture Elrond for all eternity. So much more fitting, would you not agree?"

"You are nothing but a leech," Aragorn yelled unable to control himself any longer. "You are so twisted that you have to feed off of everyone's despair. I feel sorry for you because you are pathetic. You have no soul, no heart… But, I have had enough of your cruelties and all of the pain that you have caused both my family and me. And you know what, I am glad that you are not just dead and that you are right here in front of me, because I plan to make sure that you spend eternity suffering for everything that you have ever done, and I mean every word of it. I will make sure that you are treated the same way that you have treated everyone else even if I have to die to do it."

"Such rage," Sarkáhn said unfazed, "for one so young and doomed to die. I believe though that at least one thing you said will happen. You are going to die and I will be the one to do it."

"Try me!" Aragorn exclaimed with steadfast determination.

While the two of them were having their verbal battle of threats, Sarniâ was silently standing off to the side with his eyes closed, meditating. As soon as Aragorn yelled his last statement, Sarniâ's eyes shot open and sparks of light flew from his physical frame. His eyes were filled with pure light and his robes were nothing but gleaming white. His voice sounded full of power and wisdom, a voice that one with complete omnipotence and knowledge would possess. It was deep and sonorous.

"Nacrás, elf of evil and born of darkness, I condemn you to exist forever in the presence of an everlasting sun, wreathed in fire. Flame will forever devour your flesh and the light shall ever blind you. You shall dwell in the darkness no more for you would only find comfort there. You will release Lord Elrond from your hold, and you will give back his life that you so viciously took. You will hold no power from this moment henceforth. Now, leave this mind and never return or else a far worse punishment will be awaiting you."

At that moment, Elrond's eyes closed and he began to fall forward, as a black mist seemed to leave his body, screeching as it departed. Aragorn quickly went ahead and caught his father before he fell. Within moments, everything seemed to turn black for Aragorn as Sarniâ's light extinguished and everything surrounding him went out of focus.

Aragorn found himself back in his own body again in his father's room in Rivendell, still holding onto his father's hand. His whole body ached and he could not stophimself from violently shaking due to the amount of stress thathis bodyhad endured. His breath came in quick,shallow gasps as if he had been held under water for a long period of time and was just now breathing inmuch needed air. He felt completely and utterly drained and his exhaustion, he believed, would probably keep him asleep for a month. Even his old wounds seemed to cause a great deal of pain at the slightest movement. He felt someone slip their arms around his shoulders keeping him from falling on top of Elrond. Aragorn could tell from the grip and the soft, calming voice that it was Legolas.

Everyone ran over to the bed, including Elladan who had been coaxed into retuning into the room by his brother. Glorfindel knelt down next to Aragorn and put a hand to his forehead, feeling an increase in the man's temperature. He had a cool cloth in one hand that had come from a bowl on the floor beside Aragorn's chair, which he used to cool his head and wipe the perspiration from his brow.

Ignoring his protesting body, Aragorn looked at his father's face. He saw Elrond's chest rise and fall and he could tell that he was only sleeping, recovering from the whole ordeal. Elladan and Elrohir had tears streaming down their faces as they looked at the miracle before their eyes. Their eyes were filled with gratitude as they looked at their little brother. But they were also worried about his condition. Then all eyes turned to Sarniâ.

He was sitting there with a smile on his face and tear ran down his cheek. He looked at each and every person in the room and felt the gratitude and happiness emanating from them. With one last smile, he whispered, "Ta nae seasamin. Namarie. Tenna' ento lye omenta", and then closed his eyes. His body began to disappear as light seemed to surround him. Then in one flash, he was gone.

"It was my pleasure. Farewell. Until next we meet." (Sarnia's last words)

AN: My final update should come very soon, because it is mostly finished, so it here shouldn't be a long wait. Thank you again for your reviews, and if you would be so kind, please review again and tell me what you think.