Aragorn: 17 years old

The next day, the Trial had snuck up on Aragorn like a bad dream. Elrond was calling Aragorn and Greakth to the middle circle at the moment and the twins were refusing to let go of their brother. Elrond had reluctantly decided to give Aragorn a shot at winning against Greakth. The twins however called it slaughtered by Greakth instead.

Elrond pulled his sons gently off Aragorn and watched him walk out to the middle circle. Lagorion and Arwen were there too watching in apprehension. As soon as Aragorn made it to the center of the circle, Greakth started cracking his knuckles and staring wickedly down to Aragorn. He was three times the size of the small human.

Tahl started announcing the rules, only this time they had been changed,

"We have a change in rules for this last Trial!" the Elf announced.

All the Elves fell silent and looked to Tahl. Aragorn looked nervously to Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and Lagorion in confusion. Nobody had told him there would be a change in rules. Tahl started again,

"In this last Trial, there will be no weapons allowed,"

"What?!" Aragorn questioned surprised and frightened at what Tahl had just said, his mouth wide open.

Tahl ignored him and continued,

"Since there will be no weapons, they will win by knocking out their opponent or simply by one surrendering,"

Greakth turned to Aragorn and grinned devilishly. Aragorn stared back not so happy with what he had just found out. His heart was pounding so fast he thought it might explode out of his rib cage. His mouth was dry also and he couldn't find the words to try and convince Tahl he couldn't do this.

"Ready?" Tahl asked and looked back and forth between Aragorn and Greakth.

Greakth nodded the biggest nod Aragorn had ever seen him do. Aragorn just stood there looking paralyzed.

"Go!" Tahl shouted for all to hear.

Aragorn looked to his outstretched hands and then up to Greakth who was running at him. He dodged his ram into him, but fell over in process of doing so. He scrambled to his feet and waited to see what Greakth's next move would be. Aragon didn't want to act too fast and ruin his chances of winning, if there even was a chance.

"Quit now, human and the pain won't last," Greakth said.

Aragorn shook his head and ducked as Greakth swung his fist at his shoulder. Aragorn grabbed Greakth's leg and pulled with all his might as he ducked to the ground. His leg didn't even budge and Greakth took the opportunity to completely grab Aragorn by the back of his shirt.

Greakth tugged him upwards, full off the ground, and threw him across the circle of the Trial. Aragorn soared through the air about ten feet and landed harshly on the dirt ground with a moan. He was pretty sure he heard somebody scream from the audience. Figuring it was Arwen, he didn't look up.

Aragorn got to his feet slower this time in pain from his throbbing shoulder which had hit the ground first. Greakth was already on top of Aragorn as he got up, but as if happening in slow motion, Aragorn rolled onto his back. Greakth was on top of him, but Aragorn pushed his legs like a spring and flung Greakth off him.

He got up fast thinking he could make Greakth surrender from the ground. Greakth was on the ground on his back looking furious about what had just happened. Aragorn jumped on top of his body and throw his small fist to his face. Greakth caught his hand in mid swing and twisted his wrist. Aragorn screamed out in pain and Greakth laughed as Aragorn fell off him and onto the ground next to him.

That gave Greakth the chance to tackle Aragorn from above. He kicked him deep in his side making Aragorn turn to his side moaning. As another kick was coming through, Aragorn stopped his foot by grabbing it with his hands and pulling, but Greakth was too strong for that. Greakth smashed his foot into Aragorn's stomach and didn't stop, even as Aragorn gasped for breath.

Arching his back forward, Aragorn could not breath from Greakth foot so securely into his stomach. He started coughing which turned into a wheezing sound. Greakth took his foot off him as Aragorn's face started turning blue. As his foot came off, Aragorn took in a deep breath.

Greakth sat down slowly next to Aragorn and held him down making sure he couldn't move. Aragorn coughed and coughed until Greakth put his hand over his mouth to silence him. He breathed deeply through his nose instead.

"You thought you could beat me?" Greakth whispered as he got close to Aragorn's face, "It was pure luck that you past against the other three Elves, but I'm glad you won against them. Know why? Because I get to be the Elf who finishes you,"

Greakth took out something from his belt that Aragorn could not see until it was right above his face. Greakth was holding a small knife over his forehead. Aragorn started breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down.

I am going to die! This is it!

"I don't care about any rules," Greakth whispered, "I only care about you being gone,"

Aragorn couldn't even hear the Elves screaming even though they were all frantic all around him. Greakth dug his knife into Aragorn's forehead drawing blood. Aragorn pushed his head in the dirt as far as he could, but decided to close his eyes instead and hope for a miracle.

"Say, daro, or you are dead," Greakth whispered, "Surrender! Now!"

Aragorn gulped and waited for his death because he wasn't surrendering to Greakth. Even if he did, the Elf would kill him anyway.

"Goodbye, Estel," Greakth whispered fiercely.

And that was the last thing Aragorn heard before something happened that shocked him.

A/N: Another intense chapter! Another cliff hanger, sorry! :)