Prologue
A dream of the Past
All was dark in Helm's Deep.
Onslaughts of orcs had breached the wall, and were making their way to the keep. "Aragorn, get your men out of there!" Théoden called from his spot atop the fortress. Aragorn nodded and started pushing his men away from the breached wall. "Nan Barad! Nan Barad!"
At the same time, Haldir was atop another wall, slaughtering orcs with his comrades. Aragorn spied him from afar and shouted for him to fall back to the keep. "Haldir, Nan Barad!" With a nod, Haldir killed another Uruk-kai and shouted to his men. "Nan Barad!"
His men ran back to the keep as Haldir covered them from the rear. Suddenly, an Uruk injured his arm. Grimacing, he smote the Uruk and examined his wound, not realizing that there was another Uruk-kai right behind him. With one swing, the Uruk imbedded his sword in Haldir's back.
As Haldir fell, all went black, and all that was heard was Aragorn's cry. "HALDIR!!!"
