Denathor walked into the healing room and went straight for Aragorn. When he got to his bed, he unsheathed a knife and pointed it at Aragorn's chest.

"Aragorn! Son of Arathorn!" Denathor boomed loudly.

Aragorn opened his eyes to his loudness slowly and slowly processed what was happening and where he was. He hadn't been awake since in the cell of the Goblin cave. He had thought he was done for as he looked into Boromir's worried eyes trying to help him.

"Denathor? Steward of Gondor?" Aragorn asked uncertainly. He wasn't sure if this was a bad dream or if it were real, "I'm I in Gondor?"

"You know perfectly well where you are, Ranger from the North," Denathor spat.

Aragorn spotted the knife held at his chest and then looked back up to Denathor and asked,

"What do you want?"

Denathor smiled and brought the knife above his head and shouted,

"I want you dead!"

Aragorn crawled off the bed fast enough before Denathor brought down the knife. Aragorn stumbled onto his back and realized he could not stand up. He had grown weak due to the lack of water, food, and losing a bunch of his blood.

Denathor came around the bed to where Aragorn lay. He stabbed his knife down, but Aragorn rolled out of the way quicker. He clenched his teeth and grabbed his stomach in pain. Denathor kept trying to stab him over and over again, but Aragorn was always faster and dodged and rolled out of the way every time.

"You can't do this forever! You will fail soon!" Denathor shouted, "Your retched stomach will explode!"

Something shiny caught Aragorn's eye under his bed. It was a knife. He reached for it and then grabbed it. Denathor stabbed at him again and Aragorn rolled out of the way. But he had rolled too far because now he was trapped between the wall and Denathor now.

"Stay still!" Denathor commanded.

Aragorn held up the knife for the first time and Denathor stepped back a little. Aragorn kicked his legs at him, but Denathor stomped down on his legs and made him stop moving. Aragorn grunted and tried to move, but he was stuck.

Denathor yet again brought down his knife down again and this time Aragorn deflected it with the knife that he had found. The loud spark of the weapons clash together made Merry and Pippin both jolt awake. They looked around no sure where they were and they gasped as they saw Aragorn fighting Denathor. Just then the closest door to them shot open and Boromir rushed in.

"Pippin! Go get Gandalf! He's through those doors," Boromir pointed to the far away doors across the room, "Quick!"

Pippin jumped out of bed and flew to the door as quick as he could. On the way he almost knocked over some chairs that were by the door. He was still tired from the suddenness of him waking up.

"Father!" Boromir shouted, "Stop!"

Merry watched the tense fight in awe. Boromir pulled Denathor back and Aragorn let out a sigh of relief as the weight was taken off of him. Boromir stood in-between Aragorn and Denathor now.

"You need to stop! It's not his fault, he had no idea he was coming here because he was half dead! Don't you understand?" Boromir cried to Denathor, "Leave him alone...please,"

Aragorn started coughing and taking in deep breathes from behind Boromir. He rolled onto his side slowly and tried to keep an eye on Denathor. Denathor was going mad.

"I'm doing this for you and your brother. Now, you will watch him die!" Denathor growled and before Boromir could respond, Denathor pounded him over the head with the hilt of his knife hard.

Merry gasped as he watched him fall to the ground. He was still conscious, but barley. Denathor went for Aragorn again and lifted him up by his shirt. Aragorn groaned in pain and the knife fell from his hand. Denathor threw Aragorn out of the corner of the room and at the end of Merry's bed. Aragorn clashed to the ground and Denathor walked over and held him down.

Merry screamed in horror as Denathor brought his knife down on Aragorn's shoulder. His scream droned out the sound of Aragorn and the door opening on the other side of the room. Pippin ran in with Gandalf close behind. Pippin went straight to Merry in the bed.

Denathor looked to Merry with hatred in his eyes. He stood up and brought his knife above his head once more. Merry looked up at him with fear and tears trickling down his face. For all he knew, Aragorn was died and Boromir was hurt. Before Denathor could bring it down, Pippin leap on top of the bed and stood in front of Merry.

"Get out of the way, or your dead too," Denathor growled furiously.

"No!" Pippin shouted back and put on his most brave face.

"Denathor, Steward of Gondor!" Gandalf said holding up his staff.

Denathor ignored him and brought down the knife. As if happening in slow motion, Aragorn mustered up all of his strength and got to his feet. He jumped with all his might and landed on top of Denathor. They both fell onto the Hobbits bed and rolled around some. Denathor got a good grip on Aragorn and flung him across the room. He was much lighter than most men. Aragorn hit the wall next to the bed and fell to the ground on his stomach with a loud thud.

Gandalf got close to Denathor and smacked him in the face with his staff. Gandalf grabbed him and pushed him off the bed. Pippin sat down next to Merry and held onto him tightly in fear of what might happen next.

"Get out at once or you will find trouble," Gandalf exclaimed loudly to Denathor and waved his staff around as a threat.

Denathor scurried away and out of the room fast leaving his knife and Boromir behind.