Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Tolkien, except for Aralyn.
She's mine ( I have rewritten some of this story, making it even better.
To enjoy this story to it's full extent, please go back and read the story
again. The romance is better played out, and Aralyn doesn't know Aragorn
right away (boo boo on my part, it was never documented that he went to
Rohan before this movie). Please, read, enjoy, and review!
Terror gripped my throat as silence seemed to echo over the stone walls. Men beside me itched to let their bows sing, but waited until they got the signal from Aragorn.
The old man standing next to me glanced my way and his gaze lingered on me. Realization filled his eyes and he started to say something to the man beside him, but I leaned over and whispered, "If you value your life, you will remain quiet."
I startled him so much with my whispered threat that I saw his hand falter on his bow and his arrow sailed cleanly from it. I watched it's path as it flew through the air until it landed in the chest of an orc.
The orc staggered and fell. Aragorn yelled something in elvish, but the damage had already been done.
The orcs screamed for vengeance, and started to charge the walls.
All the bows along the wall grew taunt and read to fire at Aragorn's command. My eyes nervously traveled from Aragorn to the enemy. Gimli and I were in the same predicament. Not owning a bow of our own, we had to sit back and watch the battle begin without us. But the orcs would have brought ladders with them if they were going to attack us at Helm's Deep.
Rain slammed down on the defending army as I watched the charging army yell and scream with blood curdling hatred.
"Fire!" Aragorn yelled out, and a wave of arrows pelted out into the charging orcs.
Many orcs fell, but it seemed that ten would stand up and take the dead one's spot. The first few lines staggered and fell, but the orcs behind them paid them no heed.
Their one goal was to destroy Rohan, no matter how many of their comrades fell in battle.
"Let me at em!" Gimli growled over the sound of the rumbling thunder. I swore he would have jumped over the wall if Legolas hadn't held him back. My gaze went back to the army; who was obviously up to something. I could see them carrying ladders to the base of the wall.
A small smile broke out on my lips as I heard Gimli cheer. Now it begins.
"Ladders!" Aragorn warned us, but we were already aware of it. Everyone along the wall pulled out their sword and was ready to fight.
"Fire!" Aragorn cried and to my surprise a wave of arrows soared over my head and hit the unsuspecting orcs. I turned around to find elvish ranks standing behind me, already loading their bows again and waiting for the next order from Aragorn. I smiled. Men didn't stand alone in this fight; Elves didn't leave Middle-Earth to it's doom. Hope for the future seemed to shine through the stormy clouds above as orcs began to breech the walls.
But these weren't ordinary orcs. I was taken aback; they were bigger and stronger then orcs. They seemed to be a cross between goblins and orcs. This was going to be harder then I thought.
I charged the emerging orc/goblins, and sliced one in the throat. He fell backwards, screaming as he lost his grip on the ladder.
I would have celebrated but there was no time. These creatures started pouring in, and their weapons were too heavy for me to deflect with my long knives.
I relied on my quick movements to survive. I ducked as one tried to cut off my head with his long crude looking sword, and I swung up and drove my long knife up into his gut. I heard him scream as I pulled it out and pushed him over with my foot.
With my elvish ears I heard an orc/goblin try to attack me from behind, but I sidestepped too fast and sliced at his throat. He fell, gagging, and with energy coursing through my veins, I counterattacked two more that tried to attack the man who almost ratted me out.
He looked at me with wide, unbelievable eyes, realizing that I had saved his life. The only thanks he could give me was a slight nod of the head as he ducked back into battle.
The rainwater had made the handles for my long knives extra slick, so I almost lost them quite a few times as I parried and jabbed them into orcs. Many were too big and cumbersome to keep up with my speed, which was to my advantage because I wasn't strong enough to deflect all their blows.
One orc/goblin tried to hack down at me with his crude sword, but I tuck and rolled right between his legs. He looked around for me, but in vain. I had stuck my knife deep into his back. He screamed in pain and lashed about, trying to get it out. I jerked it out, and screamed, "For Rohan!"
Most men around me figured out my disguise, but it was too late to do anything about it. They just cheered along with me as we fought side to side. At this moment, no one cared what gender you were. My hood had fallen off my head and my hair was hanging in wet droplets around my face. Black blood soaked my cloak and hands as I continued to slash relentlessly back at the enemy.
I began to think that Saruman had lost his touch if this was all that he could threaten us with. I turned and stabbed the orc/goblin behind me and kicked him over. I turned around to find more victims to my long knives, but to my horror, the whole world seemed to shift.
Yells of surprise echoed around me as the men tried to keep their balance. A huge explosion had rocked the wall and left a deep gap in it. Terror gripped my heart; what about the women and children? It was a lot more difficult to protect Rohan now without the security of the stone wall of Helm's Deep that had never failed us. I was trapped between the gap in the wall and the Keep. Saruman's treachery had shown itself again.
In my anger I ran up and attempted to push a ladder nearest me, which fell over when I pushed it with all my might. The few orc/goblins who were on it squealed in surprise but then fell silent as they were crushed and crushed more of their comrades.
Blind hatred swelled up in me. What I did before was just a prelude to what I became; it was time to kill some orcs.
Terror gripped my throat as silence seemed to echo over the stone walls. Men beside me itched to let their bows sing, but waited until they got the signal from Aragorn.
The old man standing next to me glanced my way and his gaze lingered on me. Realization filled his eyes and he started to say something to the man beside him, but I leaned over and whispered, "If you value your life, you will remain quiet."
I startled him so much with my whispered threat that I saw his hand falter on his bow and his arrow sailed cleanly from it. I watched it's path as it flew through the air until it landed in the chest of an orc.
The orc staggered and fell. Aragorn yelled something in elvish, but the damage had already been done.
The orcs screamed for vengeance, and started to charge the walls.
All the bows along the wall grew taunt and read to fire at Aragorn's command. My eyes nervously traveled from Aragorn to the enemy. Gimli and I were in the same predicament. Not owning a bow of our own, we had to sit back and watch the battle begin without us. But the orcs would have brought ladders with them if they were going to attack us at Helm's Deep.
Rain slammed down on the defending army as I watched the charging army yell and scream with blood curdling hatred.
"Fire!" Aragorn yelled out, and a wave of arrows pelted out into the charging orcs.
Many orcs fell, but it seemed that ten would stand up and take the dead one's spot. The first few lines staggered and fell, but the orcs behind them paid them no heed.
Their one goal was to destroy Rohan, no matter how many of their comrades fell in battle.
"Let me at em!" Gimli growled over the sound of the rumbling thunder. I swore he would have jumped over the wall if Legolas hadn't held him back. My gaze went back to the army; who was obviously up to something. I could see them carrying ladders to the base of the wall.
A small smile broke out on my lips as I heard Gimli cheer. Now it begins.
"Ladders!" Aragorn warned us, but we were already aware of it. Everyone along the wall pulled out their sword and was ready to fight.
"Fire!" Aragorn cried and to my surprise a wave of arrows soared over my head and hit the unsuspecting orcs. I turned around to find elvish ranks standing behind me, already loading their bows again and waiting for the next order from Aragorn. I smiled. Men didn't stand alone in this fight; Elves didn't leave Middle-Earth to it's doom. Hope for the future seemed to shine through the stormy clouds above as orcs began to breech the walls.
But these weren't ordinary orcs. I was taken aback; they were bigger and stronger then orcs. They seemed to be a cross between goblins and orcs. This was going to be harder then I thought.
I charged the emerging orc/goblins, and sliced one in the throat. He fell backwards, screaming as he lost his grip on the ladder.
I would have celebrated but there was no time. These creatures started pouring in, and their weapons were too heavy for me to deflect with my long knives.
I relied on my quick movements to survive. I ducked as one tried to cut off my head with his long crude looking sword, and I swung up and drove my long knife up into his gut. I heard him scream as I pulled it out and pushed him over with my foot.
With my elvish ears I heard an orc/goblin try to attack me from behind, but I sidestepped too fast and sliced at his throat. He fell, gagging, and with energy coursing through my veins, I counterattacked two more that tried to attack the man who almost ratted me out.
He looked at me with wide, unbelievable eyes, realizing that I had saved his life. The only thanks he could give me was a slight nod of the head as he ducked back into battle.
The rainwater had made the handles for my long knives extra slick, so I almost lost them quite a few times as I parried and jabbed them into orcs. Many were too big and cumbersome to keep up with my speed, which was to my advantage because I wasn't strong enough to deflect all their blows.
One orc/goblin tried to hack down at me with his crude sword, but I tuck and rolled right between his legs. He looked around for me, but in vain. I had stuck my knife deep into his back. He screamed in pain and lashed about, trying to get it out. I jerked it out, and screamed, "For Rohan!"
Most men around me figured out my disguise, but it was too late to do anything about it. They just cheered along with me as we fought side to side. At this moment, no one cared what gender you were. My hood had fallen off my head and my hair was hanging in wet droplets around my face. Black blood soaked my cloak and hands as I continued to slash relentlessly back at the enemy.
I began to think that Saruman had lost his touch if this was all that he could threaten us with. I turned and stabbed the orc/goblin behind me and kicked him over. I turned around to find more victims to my long knives, but to my horror, the whole world seemed to shift.
Yells of surprise echoed around me as the men tried to keep their balance. A huge explosion had rocked the wall and left a deep gap in it. Terror gripped my heart; what about the women and children? It was a lot more difficult to protect Rohan now without the security of the stone wall of Helm's Deep that had never failed us. I was trapped between the gap in the wall and the Keep. Saruman's treachery had shown itself again.
In my anger I ran up and attempted to push a ladder nearest me, which fell over when I pushed it with all my might. The few orc/goblins who were on it squealed in surprise but then fell silent as they were crushed and crushed more of their comrades.
Blind hatred swelled up in me. What I did before was just a prelude to what I became; it was time to kill some orcs.