"Aragorn!" Boromir said; his voice a little shaky with fear.

He flipped him over onto his back and everything looked normal.

"Aragorn, wake up," Boromir said still quivering.

He put his hand on his good shoulder and shook him awake gently. After about a minute, Aragorn opened his eyes and looked above him at Boromir's worried face.

"Are you all right?" Boromir asked, "What happened?"

Aragorn turned his head to look around and was confused to see only that they were outside on the stone court yard ground.

"I don't know," he replied softly.

"Here, let's get you up," Boromir offered.

He helped Aragorn to his feet and still held onto him if he fell. His face was pale and he looked sick.

"Do you want me to walk you to your room?" asked Boromir.

Aragorn coughed and shook his head,

"No, I should be fine. Thank you,"

"Alright, just be careful,"

Boromir watched Aragorn walk away towards his room. Aragorn walked down some stairs and decided he wanted his old clothes back and a weapon. He went into the healing room he had been in a couple days ago with the Hobbits.

He found his clothes folded on the table that was next to his old bed. Aragorn put back on his dark red long sleeved shirt, his dark brown laced up shirt, which both had the hole through the center, his leaf brooch from Galadriel, and his belt. How all he needed was a weapon. He opened up the doors of the desk next to his old bed, but found nothing.

Suddenly he felt himself being watched from behind. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he turned around. Turning around, he was surprised to see the wizard Gandalf standing in the doorway. He wasn't sure what to say to him. He hadn't talked to him in a while.

"I knew this was going to happen," Gandalf said simply and walked towards Aragorn.

"You knew I would leave," Aragorn said, "I have to,"

"I know. You aren't safe here," Gandalf agreed.

"I'm going after Frodo,"

Gandalf nodded and said,

"Then you will need this,"

Gandalf handed Aragorn a long wrapped up object. Aragorn unraveled the brown paper around it and was very surprised at what he saw what was within.

"Where did you get his?" Aragorn asked shocked.

"From Lord Elrond himself,"

"When? Was he here?"

"Indeed, "Gandalf said, "He rode in the day after Denathor attacked you that night in this room. You were sleeping, but he came in and pried Elvish over you. He was very worried,"

Aragorn knew Elrond as a father since he was secretly raised in Rivendell for the first twenty years of his life. He longed to see Elrond again soon. Aragorn wasn't sure what to think. He shook his head and handed the object back to Gandalf.

"I cannot accept this. If Denathor saw me with this, he would kill me,"

Gandalf pushed the object back to Aragorn and said,

"Exactly why you must go,"

Both studied each other for a long while until Gandalf said,

"Now go, I won't tell the others,"

Aragorn nodded and felt him wanting to just run and find Frodo now. He wanted nothing more than to protect him and get rid of the evil Ring. Gandalf turned and left the room only leaving Aragorn holding his gift. He held it up.

It was Anduril, the sword that was broken and now re-forged. On the blade was a design of seven stars for Elendil, a crescent moon for Isildur, and a rayed sun for Anarion. Aragorn felt much honored to have it now.

He sheathed the sword into his belt and walked out the door closest to him. He walked down the stairs trying to get to the bottom as fast as he could. Aragorn walked through the shadows trying to stay away from the people. He didn't want anybody recognizing him leaving so he put up his hood and looked down. He tightened the edges of his cloak around his body.

Soon he had come to the area of rooms where he and the rest of the Fellowship companions were staying. First, he past Merry and Pippin's room, then Gimli and Legolas', and lastly Gandalf's. Then he came to his own. As he passed his room, he noticed somebody in it. It was...

Denathor.

Aragorn stopped and watched from the shadow in which he lingered in. Denathor was next to the bed with a sharp sword in hand. Aragorn knew something like this was going to happen and he was glad to be leaving this chaos.

From Denathor's point of view a pillow was under the blanket; probably looking like a body in the dark. Aragorn watched Denathor raise his sword and then made it plummet onto the bed. He did it twice more and then ripped the now holed blanket off of the bed.

Aragorn pressed his eyes closed and knew it was his time to flee as Denathor screamed in outrage. Aragorn ran past his bedroom and down the stairs quickly and quietly. He ran outside and into the deserted streets where no one lurked besides guards.

He ran and ran until he got to the main entrance of Minas Tirith. There were two guards standing in front of the gate. Aragorn adjusted his hood so it covered his eyes and then he approached the guards.

"I must go; can you please open the gates?" Aragorn asked quietly.

"Nobody comes in or out until morning," one of the guards said grumpily and shook his head, "Now scram,"

Aragorn thought that he could climb over a different wall, so he turned around to leave. But he stopped as he almost ran into somebody. And that somebody was holding a loaded bow and pointing it at Aragorn's face.

A/N: Who do you think it is!? :D