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Chapter Ten: The Battle at Helm's Deep
Legolas and Alatariel quickly joined the battle. There were hundreds of men fighting, but they could not counter the number of orcs and Uruk-hai that faced them. Orc arrows whizzed past Alatariel and she fired her own down the side of the wall. She had never used a bow before, but she found that even though her aim was not good, there were so many orcs that she hit a target almost every time. Legolas fought close by her; she looked out of the corner of her eye and saw him glance over at her. His fair face was streaked with dirt, and the torrential rain had all but soiled his clothing. Though, his blue eyes sparkled with rage as he fired each arrow. He was determined not to be defeated.
Legolas fired arrow after arrow down at the orcs below, "There are too many," he thought, "they greatly out number us." He glanced over at Alatariel, her jaw was clenched tightly as she pulled her bowstring taut. Eomer appeared at his side,
"There is no way we can win this!" he shouted to Legolas through the downpour, "there are too many orcs!"
Legolas crouched down behind the wall, and Eomer did the same,
"The army up here can hold them off a bit longer," Legolas said, "If you can gather up enough men, you can lead them in an attack from behind, that would put them between your men and the wall."
Eomer looked thoughtful for a moment, and then replied to Legolas' plan, "I will try to get a few hundred men, I cannot promise that it will work, but right now it is better than nothing!" He slapped Legolas on the shoulder, "I pray you will be able to hold them off, good Elf," he then got up and ran to tell the other men about their plan.
As Legolas was getting up, he heard a familiar voice cry, "They are scaling the walls!!!" He felt his stomach drop, for the voice was that of Alatariel. He ran to find her and he loaded more arrows onto his bow. What he found shocked him; the orcs were climbing up ladders they had placed against the wall, and Alatariel, atop the wall, was struggling to push them down.
Alatariel saw the orcs begin to make their way up the wall. She gave a cry to alert her fellow soldiers. She then ran along the wall; trying to push the ladders down. She found that the strength in her arms was not enough to push the orc laden ladders down.
"If I got atop the wall, I may be able to kick them down," she thought.
She boosted herself up on the wall. She began to shove the closest ladder with her feet. Alatariel felt it start to fall, but as it did, a grotesque hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her. The ladder fell backwards and the orc lost its grip on her ankle. Alatariel struggled to hang on to the wall. Arrows repelled against the it, mere inches from her. The rain had made the wall extremely slippery and she knew she could not hold on much longer.
"Help me!" she cried, "Someone, please!!" she screamed.
Her left hand slipped from the wall, and her right one began to follow it. She knew this would be the end, she would never be able to see her true love again, she would never be able to look into his strong, blue eyes. Her right hand slipped off her hold; as she was just beginning to drop, a strong arm gripped her wrist. She looked up, and her eyes became fixed to those of her rescuer, bright, blue eyes. Legolas pulled her up and held her close,
"Alatariel! What in the name of Elbereth were you thinking!" he said, as he tried to hold back tears. She made no reply, but pressed herself ever closer to him.
"This is no time for romantics!" said a soldier's voice behind them.
Legolas and Alatariel quickly broke off their embrace and returned to the battle.
Many orcs and Uruk-hai were already atop the wall. Legolas and Alatariel once again lost sight of each other. Alatariel whipped out her longknives, as did Legolas. An Uruk-hai approached her and swung a large blade at her. She stepped back to avoid being sliced in half and then went toward the beast. Her knives danced like the rain itself, and were hardly distinguishable in the pouring rain. She sliced the Uruk-hai's throat and he crumbled to the ground. Many orcs found their death in the hands of the young elf maiden. Legolas was fighting the same way, and in just a few short minutes, nearly 30 orc lay at his feet.
Suddenly, the orcs on the ground began to panic. Alatariel looked over the edge of the wall, and saw Eomer leading his men around behind the orcs. Since many of the orcs on the top of the wall were slain, she reached for her bow to once again shoot at the orcs below. Eomer and his men were driving the orcs against the wall. She and Legolas rejoined and rained arrows on the beasts below. Soon, the remaining orcs began to retreat.
An Uruk-hai on the ground below spotted two elves fighting side by side. He snarled as he watched his comrades fall in response to their arrows. He saw that his army was beginning to retreat, but he wanted to have one last shot. One last shot at the tall, blonde haired elf. He reached for an arrow and set it to his string, he pulled the string taut, aimed, and fired. The arrow whizzed through the air, but missed its target. The orc howled. His arrow had not hit the golden haired elf, instead, it had hit the elf beside him.
Chapter Ten: The Battle at Helm's Deep
Legolas and Alatariel quickly joined the battle. There were hundreds of men fighting, but they could not counter the number of orcs and Uruk-hai that faced them. Orc arrows whizzed past Alatariel and she fired her own down the side of the wall. She had never used a bow before, but she found that even though her aim was not good, there were so many orcs that she hit a target almost every time. Legolas fought close by her; she looked out of the corner of her eye and saw him glance over at her. His fair face was streaked with dirt, and the torrential rain had all but soiled his clothing. Though, his blue eyes sparkled with rage as he fired each arrow. He was determined not to be defeated.
Legolas fired arrow after arrow down at the orcs below, "There are too many," he thought, "they greatly out number us." He glanced over at Alatariel, her jaw was clenched tightly as she pulled her bowstring taut. Eomer appeared at his side,
"There is no way we can win this!" he shouted to Legolas through the downpour, "there are too many orcs!"
Legolas crouched down behind the wall, and Eomer did the same,
"The army up here can hold them off a bit longer," Legolas said, "If you can gather up enough men, you can lead them in an attack from behind, that would put them between your men and the wall."
Eomer looked thoughtful for a moment, and then replied to Legolas' plan, "I will try to get a few hundred men, I cannot promise that it will work, but right now it is better than nothing!" He slapped Legolas on the shoulder, "I pray you will be able to hold them off, good Elf," he then got up and ran to tell the other men about their plan.
As Legolas was getting up, he heard a familiar voice cry, "They are scaling the walls!!!" He felt his stomach drop, for the voice was that of Alatariel. He ran to find her and he loaded more arrows onto his bow. What he found shocked him; the orcs were climbing up ladders they had placed against the wall, and Alatariel, atop the wall, was struggling to push them down.
Alatariel saw the orcs begin to make their way up the wall. She gave a cry to alert her fellow soldiers. She then ran along the wall; trying to push the ladders down. She found that the strength in her arms was not enough to push the orc laden ladders down.
"If I got atop the wall, I may be able to kick them down," she thought.
She boosted herself up on the wall. She began to shove the closest ladder with her feet. Alatariel felt it start to fall, but as it did, a grotesque hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her. The ladder fell backwards and the orc lost its grip on her ankle. Alatariel struggled to hang on to the wall. Arrows repelled against the it, mere inches from her. The rain had made the wall extremely slippery and she knew she could not hold on much longer.
"Help me!" she cried, "Someone, please!!" she screamed.
Her left hand slipped from the wall, and her right one began to follow it. She knew this would be the end, she would never be able to see her true love again, she would never be able to look into his strong, blue eyes. Her right hand slipped off her hold; as she was just beginning to drop, a strong arm gripped her wrist. She looked up, and her eyes became fixed to those of her rescuer, bright, blue eyes. Legolas pulled her up and held her close,
"Alatariel! What in the name of Elbereth were you thinking!" he said, as he tried to hold back tears. She made no reply, but pressed herself ever closer to him.
"This is no time for romantics!" said a soldier's voice behind them.
Legolas and Alatariel quickly broke off their embrace and returned to the battle.
Many orcs and Uruk-hai were already atop the wall. Legolas and Alatariel once again lost sight of each other. Alatariel whipped out her longknives, as did Legolas. An Uruk-hai approached her and swung a large blade at her. She stepped back to avoid being sliced in half and then went toward the beast. Her knives danced like the rain itself, and were hardly distinguishable in the pouring rain. She sliced the Uruk-hai's throat and he crumbled to the ground. Many orcs found their death in the hands of the young elf maiden. Legolas was fighting the same way, and in just a few short minutes, nearly 30 orc lay at his feet.
Suddenly, the orcs on the ground began to panic. Alatariel looked over the edge of the wall, and saw Eomer leading his men around behind the orcs. Since many of the orcs on the top of the wall were slain, she reached for her bow to once again shoot at the orcs below. Eomer and his men were driving the orcs against the wall. She and Legolas rejoined and rained arrows on the beasts below. Soon, the remaining orcs began to retreat.
An Uruk-hai on the ground below spotted two elves fighting side by side. He snarled as he watched his comrades fall in response to their arrows. He saw that his army was beginning to retreat, but he wanted to have one last shot. One last shot at the tall, blonde haired elf. He reached for an arrow and set it to his string, he pulled the string taut, aimed, and fired. The arrow whizzed through the air, but missed its target. The orc howled. His arrow had not hit the golden haired elf, instead, it had hit the elf beside him.