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A/N: Thank you, Calenlass Greenleaf and DawnStrider, for your wonderful reviews. I am so sorry about the wait but softball, AP tests, and graduation issues were preventing my mind from developing any new ideas. I have serious writer's block. I only had part of this chapter written so I couldn't update anything. I know it is short, but I really wanted this story to be updated. I also wanted it to end because I was running out of fresh ideas. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Legolas was trying desperately to staunch the blood flow from the wound in Aragorn's shoulder and keep him coherent at the same time. It seemed the day's events, possibly the month's events, had taken their toll on the man for he seemed to want nothing more than to escape what was happening by surrendering to the sweet tranquility of slumber. His distress over his friend's condition was so great that he was unaware of what was going on around him. But Aragorn, despite his weakened state knew very well what was happening.

His mind was hazy due to the pain and blood loss, but his awareness was not completely destroyed. Through the corner of his eye, he saw Sarkáhn, with his last burst of energy, throw the dagger towards Elrond. Despite Legolas' strong hold on his shoulder wound, a burst of adrenaline gave Aragorn the small edge he needed, and he was able to free himself from his best friend's grasp. To Legolas' surprise, Aragorn stood up and quickly flung himself towards his father.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One second a dagger was flying rapidly through the air towards Elrond's heart, and the next second the old elf lord was lying on the ground, a body lying on top of him. It took a few moments for Elrond to realize what had happened and to accept that he was still alive. In a matter of moments, panic set in as he realized the possible repercussions of his rescuers actions. With a feeling of urgency, Elrond quickly but carefully moved out from under the body that laid on top of him. To his shock and relief, Aragorn lay on the ground before him, passed out from the effects of his previous injuries. It seemed the knife was embedded in the wall of the cave.

"Are you both alright?" Elladan asked breathlessly and he tried to regain his composure from his fight with the orcs. It seemed that the death of Sarkáhn surprised the orcs enough to give the elves the upper hand in the brawl.

"I am fine, but it seems that Estel has had enough for one day. Thank the Valar that the dagger missed him. I do not think my heart would be able to bear the weight of his death after everything that has happened." Elrond looked at his son with such regret in his eyes. He never would have been able to forgive himself it his son died without knowing how much he cared. After everything that Elrond put him through in the past few months…he could not bear dwelling on those painful times any longer. He knew there would be much to discuss between him and all of his sons who his choices affected greatly, and that trust would need to be rebuilt, but there was time for that later.

There was no time to dwell on past mistakes because all of a sudden the ground shook violently as though an earthquake shook the earth. All of the elves knew that they needed to escape quickly before they were trapped beneath the rubble that was sure to accumulate. Elrond quickly lifted his son in his arms, while Glorfindel and Elrohir made sure that the way out was still clear. Before the entrance was completely inaccessible, everyone managed to escape in one piece.

Elladan and Elrohir sat panting on the grass outside the cave entrance while Elrond and Glorfindel attempted to bind Aragorn's injuries until they were safely home in Rivendell. Legolas stood a small distance away, watching anxiously as the two older elves worked. So many thoughts were running through his mind at the moment that he could not comprehend. He really thought that Aragorn had finally given up when he was in the cave. Legolas feared that his best friend would never find healing after everything that happened. It scared him to think that so much damage could be caused by such a few simple words and how honest mistakes can cause such grief. He was brought out of his brooding by a small moan coming from the man on the ground.

"Estel? Estel, can you hear me?" Elrond nervously asked his son.

"Wh-What happened? Where am I?" Aragorn stuttered until all of the past events came flooding back into his mind. "Ada, are you hurt? I tried so hard to…" Aragon never finished because his father put a finger to his son's lips to silence him.
"I am fine, ion nin. Everything will be fine. Sarkáhn can never hurt us again. It seems that the cave will not be clear any time soon. We are going home, my son. We are finally going home," Elrond whispered softly to Aragorn. The human smiled, relieved that everything was going to be fine. He was slowly sinking deeper into a peaceful slumber when he heard his father murmur, "I love you, my son," in his ear. Legolas was the only one to see the small smile on Aragorn's face as he quietly whispered, "I am home at last."

The End

A/N: Please review! I apologize for the shortness but I wanted the end to be simple. After all, Aragorn has been through enough I think. Tell me what you think. Maybe I will add an epilogue or create a new ending. Let me know ; )