Okay, I don't know if I'm going to upload for a while, my mom is in a very bad way and I don't have the motivation to type.
Here is the battle you've all been waiting for, I hope you all like it. I smiled when I got reviews saying: "Oh, I guess Harry won't take part in the battle then" I laughed my ass off. "THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK!"
I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.
The battle raged on and on for what seemed like hours, the Uruk-Hai's smashed against the wall of Helms Deep like waves crashing upon the shore. Though the numbers of Saruman's army were great, the strength and resistance of the Men of Rohan were greater, and it was certainly showing, even to the watchful eyes of the elf standing in the King's chambers.
Haldir looked out the window of the King's room, never had he seen such a battle as this was. He watched as the numerous Uruk-hais began to scale the walls and assault his elves as well as the men of Rohan. They were holding their own, but it wouldn't' be much longer before their strength would begin to fail.
He picked up his bow and several quivers, full of arrows, and through a crack in the window, placed an arrow on his bow and pulled back. He picked a target, far below him an Uruk-hai that was coming up behind a younger unseasoned soldier. He let his arrow fly and with it's silent, deadly speed, it impaled itself straight through the creature's exposed skull.
This was not how he normally fought, preferring to fight head on, but this way...it was oddly satisfying. He wasn't behind trees or up in the canopy of the trees, he was in a building, and they could not pinpoint his location. He had no fear of them locating them.
He prepared another arrow when Harry gave a groan.
"Was goin' on?" asked Harry as he rubbed his eyes.
"Go back to sleep child, we're doing just fine." said Haldir.
Whether Harry wanted to stay awake or not, Haldir never knew, Harry had passed out once again and buried himself beneath the covers.
That's right lad, just relax, I'll take care of you. thought Haldir as he reloaded his arrow.
Below on the ramparts, Strider, Gimli and Legolas sliced, shot and cleaved through their enemies without hesitation or taking mercy upon them. With every swipe of Aragorn's sword, another five would show up to replace the one that had fallen, if this kept up all night long, Aragorn's strength would begin to fade.
Good thing Harry isn't down here, I don't want to even think about what would have happened. thought Strider as he brought his sword through the thick, muscled neck of a Uruk-hai. He could almost picture it in his mind's eye, despite the use of the stones, he could see his young friend's body lying in the cold wet mud at the base of the wall, and if worse had happened, the Uruk-hai ripping apart his body to feed on it raw.
Legolas whirled his blades around him as if he were doing a primal dance. With each stroke his long graceful arms made, spelled death for the Uruk-hai's forces. He relished the opportunity to fight alongside his kin of Lothlorien. The Lothlorien elves were legendary for being the strongest elvish fighters in Middle Earth. That and the little wager that Gimli and he had, the dwarf egotistically bragged that he could fell more Uruk-hais than he could. Well, he'd just have to show him….
He was also grateful that the green eyed youth would not be joining them on the battle field, but he held his hope in check. This battle would not be easily one, and perhaps they would only be prolonging their death, but that wouldn't stop him from fighting to the end.
Gimli stood upon the wall, swinging his great double bladed axe left and right. The Uruk-hais didn't seem to realize that it was futile to climb up those two particular ladders with him standing there, keeping guard. Once they would reach the last five or six pegs on the ladder, they would draw their last breath and then fall down to the ground dead, their head's or the necks sliced open with vicious precision.
They didn't even pay attention to what he was saying as they climbed, it wasn't a battle cry, or even a taunt to them. He was counting. With each Uruk-hai that fell to it's death, he added another number to his continuous tally.
He and Legolas both agreed to the game of seeing who could slay the most enemies before the battle was over, but they had an underlying motive for their attacking with gusto. They needed to keep these, these things away from the room where Harry slept.
If these things were to get to him, they wouldn't make it in time, Haldir was a strong warrior, Lothlorien's best, but he wouldn't be able to hold back an army of Uruk-hai by himself. And if they accidentally were to get a hold of those stones…too bad they couldn't use them…they'd come in handy right about now.
Snape sat deep in thought as the rest of the Death Eaters held an Emergency meeting. They had gathered together in the middle of a dark forest, hiding from Bellatrix's murderous rage. They had placed protective charms around the edge of the glade they stood in, to warn them if someone was coming, and if it was Bella, to flee for their lives.
"We need a plan, if we keep doing what she's ordering us to do, the Ministry and that damned Order are going to find us." said one Death Eater desperately.
"And if they don't find us, you can bet that blasted Order will." said Lucius darkly.
"The Order already has some notion of where we are." said Snape slowly.
"Can't you tell them to go elsewhere?" asked a Death Eater quickly.
"It would look suspicious if I offered our location in a completely different area." drawled Snape. He then looked over to Lucius "Cannot your wife talk sense to Bellatrix?"
"You are kidding, I've had to put wife my in a safe house, Bella's taken to beating her up at every possible chance, that and slapping Draco about." said Lucius carefully. "No…she holds resentment towards Narcissia…she still retains her beauty, whereas…"
"Bella, not so much." said a young Death Eater quietly.
An older Death Eater instinctively smacked the back of the young Death Eater's head.
They stood around in silence, no one saying anything, none of them had ideas how to get rid of Bellatrix, or even an idea on how to calm her down. Problem was, if they didn't come up with something, they'd either be dead, or in custody and kissed. Taking one look at the ones that had been forcibly released from Azkaban, they'd rather kill themselves than go there.
"Could we…get rid of her?" said a Death Eater quietly.
"Just like the dunderheads I teach at school…that's what we're trying to come up with!" spat Snape.
Macnair looked up from the log he was sitting on. "Severus…you don't happen to have any…poisons with no known antidote…do you?"
"At a school?" said Snape with a raised eyebrow. "Where there are brats that eat things first and find out what it was afterward?"
Lucius and Snape sent quick looks over to Crabbe and Goyle.
Snape leaned against the tree he was standing against, thinking hard. There was nothing really that he had, those poisons were strictly Knockturn Alley merchandise. There was a Auror that monitored that row of Dark Art shops, at all times and asking for the wrong thing could get one questioned by Madam Bones herself.
Thinking back...there was one thing that could be used, and it was in the school. "There is one poison…and one poison only at that school that is like that. The antidote…is impossible to get, especially for Bella or anyone with a Dark Mark." drawled Snape.
"What poison is that?" asked Nott.
"Basilisk." said Snape simply.
"That's...there was a basilisk at school?" said the youngest Death Eater in shock.
"There used to be, Potter killed it in his second year…with a sword." said Snape.
"What the…? A BASILISK?" said another Death Eater in deeper shock.
"Second year? " said another one.
"With a sword?" said Macnair slowly.
"And the Dark Lord said he was weak?" said another Death Eater looking frightened.
"W-Well, basilisk poison will do…when can you have it?" asked Lucius.
"Never." said Snape plainly.
"What?" said the Death Eaters in confusion.
"I need a parselmouth in order to get down there, and only two wizards are known to speak parseltongue in this day and age." said Snape. "Potter and the Dark Lord."
Silence ensued the glade.
"B-But both the Dark Lord and Potter are missing!" said Avery. "How are we supposed to get down there?"
"We're not, we don't have the ability to do so." said Snape, "We'll have to settle for some other poison, unless one of you want to go and find a basilisk?"
No one volunteered, though Snape would have been shocked if any one of these cold blooded cowards offered their lives for the good of the rest of them. Silence rang through them all once again, they were hoping Snape had another potion that would be just as lethal and just as hard to come up with an antidote for. But he didn't say another word.
"Can we knock her out with Draught of Living Death, and then bury her alive?" asked Rookwood.
"She'll be able to tell something's wrong when she starts feeling sleepy, do you want to be around when that happens?" said Lucius. "She hasn't sleep more than twenty minutes since she was put in prison."
Silence once again ensued.
Snape sat deep in thought, he could hardly believe it, they needed Potter's help. There would be no way on earth that the Dark Lord would be willing to let them down into the chamber, and his fury at finding they used basilisk venom against him and his chief lieutenant would only mean each of their deaths.
But really, what other option would they have?
Harry opened his eyes slowly, he kept hearing shouting and screaming coming from somewhere and it was now getting impossible to sleep. He sat up on the bed, and looked around the room slowly, the light that illuminated the room came only from the fireplace. It's rich light and warmth seeped through him, as if it were healing him all on it's own. He looked around, taking in the rich decor of the room, but stopping at the sight of Haldir standing beside a window and firing arrow after arrow out of the window and down onto some unseen target.
He swung his feet off the side of the bed, and stood up. He quickly noticed he was naked once again.
This is becoming habit-forming apparently. thought Harry with a smirk. He took a bit of fur off the bed and wrapped it around himself. He slowly padded his way over to the window, to see what Haldir was shooting at.
"What's going on?" asked Harry softly before he reached the window.
"You should be resting." said Haldir without looking at him and firing his arrow.
"Can't sleep with all the noise, what…what are those things…what's going on?" asked Harry noticing the large army far below him.
"Battle…we're winning." said Haldir with a satisfied smile as he placed another arrow in position. "Which…is a miracle, perhaps you're good luck, child."
Harry blushed. "What's those two doing?" asked Harry looking down at the sea of Uruk-hai. "They're carrying something, something…"
Indeed they were, they were lugging something large and black towards the far wall. Anything they were doing, they had to be stopped, it didn't matter if they were moving dead comrades, they weren't to be trusted.
He hurried over to the bed, and frantically searched for the stones. He found the one he was looking for and ran back to the window, flinging open the door to the balcony and despite Haldir's shouting, made to the very edge of the railing. Forgetting the blanket wrapped around his middle he found the two Uruk-hais he had noticed and clenched the amethyst stone tightly in his hand and raised his fist.
CRA-CRACK!
Lightning slashed through the sky and struck the pair of Uruk-hai and the object cradled in both of their arms.
BOOM!
An explosion blossomed furiously down amongst the Uruk-hai, the entire Keep shook, the people on the wall of Helms Deep staggered, but the wall remained, bits of stone and morter fell and a large dent appeared in the aftermath, but the wall remained standing. A large crater appeared at the base of the wall, quickly pooling up with rainwater and the blood of the Uruk-hais.
Strider looked down at the stunned Uruk-hais that were getting to their feet slowly and then looked up at the widow where Haldir was firing his arrows. He saw Haldir looking down at the crater himself, with a look of awe and shock on his face. Harry was standing beside him, a stunned look on his face, but then it turned to cold fury. A snarl playing on his lips…
This was not the innocent child he knew.
Harry was pissed. That was a bomb. That wasn't supposed to be here! Judging from everything he's seen so far, they aren't even supposed to have gun powder! This place was all swords and arrows and axes and stuff like that! Bombs weren't supposed to be a factor! Well, if that wizard wanted to bring guns and such into a medieval war, then he'd oblige with some fireworks of his own.
He clenched the amethyst stone and thought clearly of what he wanted. Just as he wished, the sky was a fire with bolts of lightning that came raining down upon the foes of Rohan and striking each marauding batch of Uruk-hai that stood beneath the wall. The people on the wall of Helms Deep, thinking this was fierce storm, too fierce to even think of braving it, left the wall and went down closer to the ground.
Harry turned away from the window and went to put his clothes on.
"Child…" said Haldir, staring at the terrible beauty this green eyed lad had summoned. "Child…this…this…"
"I'm not done yet." said Harry darkly as lightning flashed across the sky to prey upon several more Uruk-hais. He went back to the balcony and stood firmly on the marble stone. He clenched his fist again, this time there were two stones in his hand.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind picked up and began to swirl, picking up stray swords and spears and arrows. They flew above the ground, in a quick circular motion, dust flew in with it, and large rocks.
A tornado.
Soon, the whirling mass of dust, swords, spears and arrows began to pick up Uruk-hais and fling them around in it's vortex. The warriors of Helms Deep only escaped by Harry keeping the tornado back far enough and by taking shelter in the deeper parts of the keep.
Lightning continued to crash down around the Uruk-hai that managed to escape the tornado for a short while, but their bodies were scooped up anyway. The King of Rohan didn't know what to make of it. He watched his enemies fly into the air and be impaled by the flying weapons and or bludgeoned to death with the large stones also in there with them. it was as if some godly force was angry at the audacity of the White Wizard to create some new life in Middle Earth.
Haldir watch in slight horror at the power this youth had over those stones, he had them only for a short time, yet he could come up with power like this! The battle that should have raged for at least two days, was over in a matter a few hours, and with Harry taking part, it was over in a few minutes. There was not an Uruk-hai left standing, alive or otherwise.
Harry took notice of the lack of living enemies as well, and lowered his arms, and stopped clenching his fists on both of the stones. He then threw what looked like a punch into the open air, and a load of rock came crashing down, burying the fallen Uruk-hai. This action turned the once wavy plain that laid before the wall of Helm's Deep into one long flat plain completely smooth for about a few hundred meters away. Burying the foul creatures, forever more.
"There we go." said Harry dully turning back towards the bed. "I'm going back to bed, I've got a headache." He also felt drained…like he was prepared to sleep for three days straight.
Haldir looked at the boy with shock mixed with fear. Was the boy alright? Had the stress of the poison and seeing that strange blast gotten to him? Should he take him back to Lothlorien and let Galadriel and Celeborn heal him?
"Lad?" said Haldir.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired." said Harry rubbing his head. His head and heart had been aching on and off since…then it came back to him. He never told Aragorn, or anyone else the feeling he had back in Edoras. He wanted to go and find Aragorn and tell him, but…his head just hurt so much as well as his heart and the rest of his body. Maybe a bit more rest and then he'd be as right as rain again.
Haldir helped the youth back into bed gingerly, and replaced the covers. He didn't know quite what to do. The lad had just demonstrated the power, the staggering power of King Meandenbor himself. A child…to control, to wield the power of nature…the idea of that was just mind boggling and absurd. Did this boy have this much natural instinct to use the stones in this fashion, or did he have someone guiding him that he couldn't see.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed in the corner, Harry's sword, Velairion, glowed silently. That sword was of elvish make, and if it were glowing…he looked to Harry, but already he was fast asleep. He picked up his bow and prepared to fire.
The door opened swiftly and a great ugly brute of an Uruk-hai came in through the door. He gave a grunt and charged, but stopped suddenly. Two arrows, one through the middle of his head, one through his neck, an axe embedded in his side, and a sword impaled through his chest halted him in his tracks. The two hand weapons pulled away and he fell to the floor with a crash.
Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas appeared in the doorway.
"One slipped through, you three are losing your touch." said Haldir putting his bow away.
"Must have lost him in the confusion." said Gimli kicking the Uruk-hai hard in the side.
"Is Harry alright?" asked Strider.
Legolas hurried over to the bed and brushed the hair out of the youth's eyes. "He's asleep." he said.
"He could sleep through anything." said Gimli with a fond tone.
"To think, he could conjure that much power….if only Gandalf could have seen." said Strider shaking his head.
"I'm sure that the people Gondor had seen the raging fury , all the way from Minas Tirith." said Haldir with a forced laugh. He then looked down at the sleeping figure. "Celeborn should talk to him."
"He won't go back to Lothlorien, he won't be able to drag himself back to us." said Legolas with a faint smile.
"Then there is only one alternative." said Haldir. He placed his bow behind his back and left the room.
"Where's he going?" asked Gimli.
"He cannot be serious." said Legolas, his eyes wide. "He hasn't left…in over an age!"
"What, what is it?" pressured Gimli.
"I think, Gimli, Lord Celeborn will finally travel away from the Golden Wood." said Aragorn.
"And if he leaves the Golden Wood…." said Legolas, his voice filling even more with awe. "Then Lord Glorfindel will ride with him, most likely, along with a large guard of elves to protect the Lord of Lothlorein."
"Should we warn Theoden?" asked Gimli, despite his dislike of elves, even he knew the importance of this Glorfindel. "He'll want to prepare a feast if that happens."
"A feast is easily made, but should we warn Harry that Lord Celeborn is coming?" said Strider. "A part of me wants to not tell him, to see his reaction."
"Let's not, just for fun." said the elf and the dwarf together, mischievous smiles stretched across their faces.
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