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The lightning stretched across the sky as did a fresh scar upon a fresh wound, the Thunder lit through the few cracks in the many dark hovering clouds, the rain fell heavily and covered the tears that were sure to have fallen when the men saw what reassured there already certain death, for what seemed to be a dark cloud moving swiftly across the ground and against the wind, it was the army forged by Sarumans hand.
The army sent to destroy them.
The children, Men and Elves alike all felt there impending doom, He could feel it.
And yet, as Aragorn stared out across the army from his standing point in the Deep, he knew that Theoden could not be completely blamed for this, after all, they had a somewhat better chance of surviving this onslaught here at Helms Deep then anywhere else available. Aragorn knew in his heart that it was like Theoden had said: "If this is to be the end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of rememberance"
And yet, he could not help but wish that he had been able to hold Arwen just one last time...non.
he would not think of that, for there was hope, hope that they would win this war, hope that they would live through this battle. he would do it then.
For Arwen
For Rohan
For Hope.
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