This is strictly Movieverse, people. Sadly, I read the books a loooong time ago, and I don't remeber stuff anymore...but I'm re-reading them....The Helm's Deep battle was one of the greatest parts of TTT movie, and I just thought of this, after seeing it for the second time.
I don't own any of The Lord of the Rings. I barely own anything, since I spend all my money at the bookstore....
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A young child is crying. Her face is red, and puffy. Her eyes are bloodshot, and squinty. She is hiccuping in her grief, shaking. Her mother's arms are wrapped protectively around her, but her mother is worried, as well. Her face is wracked with grief, and she frequently glances up at the ceiling above us, furrowing her brow, and shaking her head.
I envy that child. Knowing she is somewhat safe, having someone to go to, in her despair. I feel so alone, sitting here on the dirt floor, wrapped in a thin blanket. knowing my lover is just as filled with contempt and worry as I.
I knew he would die from when that soilder, that deathly messenger, came around. Saying he needed all able-bodied men to fight. I watched as he was outfitted in chain-mail garments, a helmet, and as he was given a battered sword, full of nicks, the blade dull. I watched as that elf, One of the three travelers, announced what we were all thinking:this was suicide. I even watched as the men assembled at the wall, preparing for death. I saw a few glimpses of the oncoming orc army, an unstoppable force. Before I was shoved back to where the rest of the women and children were.
The young ones. ten-year-old boys, off to fight for their lives. They do not know what is coming. They looked so comical, in their oversized helmets, and dragging heavy weapons, lagging in their weighty armor.Of course I sobered quickly. This situation is far from happy.
And here I am. Fingering the cloth that covers me. Sitting in complete silence. Even the army above us is quiet. Old women are twitching, some are just sitting, as if in a trance.
A march silently hums above us. It is quiet at first, but then grows louder. Is it starting? Are the orcs above us? Everything is silent again, there isn't even a babe crying. For five eternal seconds, there is not a war, there is not a middle earth, and there are no orcs. Everthing is still in the quiet. The air feels silky and cool, and I feel as if i am moving in syrup, or as if the entire world has been muted.
A sudden cry, a snarl, tears through the silence like cloth, and the harshness of sudden noise brings me back from my trance.
Swords are clashing. the sounds of warfare are all above us. I cannot hear any individual sounds, only the blend of cries, the clanging of metal on metal, and the orc's snarls.
I have never actually seen an orc before. I have heard they have no common characteristics, just their ugliness and evil. And now the white hand of Saruman mark that now graces their faces. I had never seen an elf or a dwarf either before today. Such a sharp contrast. The dwarf was so stout, with that bushy beard. The elf, who was called Legolas, was so beautiful, with his silky-looking hair, and tall, lithe body. The other traveler too, the Aragorn man, was quite the leader. he seemed to be very suited to his position of head of the ragtag "army."
Oh, no.
An orc has blown himself up. I know it. What else could have caused that deafening noise?
It's over.
-------NEXT MORNING-------
I don't believe it.
No one is luckier than I.
We have survived.
We defeated the orcs.
We had the strength of two armies helping us.
But most importantly,
He's alive.
Hmmmmm. That was....interesting. Very short. Not one of my better works. Review,please.
I don't own any of The Lord of the Rings. I barely own anything, since I spend all my money at the bookstore....
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A young child is crying. Her face is red, and puffy. Her eyes are bloodshot, and squinty. She is hiccuping in her grief, shaking. Her mother's arms are wrapped protectively around her, but her mother is worried, as well. Her face is wracked with grief, and she frequently glances up at the ceiling above us, furrowing her brow, and shaking her head.
I envy that child. Knowing she is somewhat safe, having someone to go to, in her despair. I feel so alone, sitting here on the dirt floor, wrapped in a thin blanket. knowing my lover is just as filled with contempt and worry as I.
I knew he would die from when that soilder, that deathly messenger, came around. Saying he needed all able-bodied men to fight. I watched as he was outfitted in chain-mail garments, a helmet, and as he was given a battered sword, full of nicks, the blade dull. I watched as that elf, One of the three travelers, announced what we were all thinking:this was suicide. I even watched as the men assembled at the wall, preparing for death. I saw a few glimpses of the oncoming orc army, an unstoppable force. Before I was shoved back to where the rest of the women and children were.
The young ones. ten-year-old boys, off to fight for their lives. They do not know what is coming. They looked so comical, in their oversized helmets, and dragging heavy weapons, lagging in their weighty armor.Of course I sobered quickly. This situation is far from happy.
And here I am. Fingering the cloth that covers me. Sitting in complete silence. Even the army above us is quiet. Old women are twitching, some are just sitting, as if in a trance.
A march silently hums above us. It is quiet at first, but then grows louder. Is it starting? Are the orcs above us? Everything is silent again, there isn't even a babe crying. For five eternal seconds, there is not a war, there is not a middle earth, and there are no orcs. Everthing is still in the quiet. The air feels silky and cool, and I feel as if i am moving in syrup, or as if the entire world has been muted.
A sudden cry, a snarl, tears through the silence like cloth, and the harshness of sudden noise brings me back from my trance.
Swords are clashing. the sounds of warfare are all above us. I cannot hear any individual sounds, only the blend of cries, the clanging of metal on metal, and the orc's snarls.
I have never actually seen an orc before. I have heard they have no common characteristics, just their ugliness and evil. And now the white hand of Saruman mark that now graces their faces. I had never seen an elf or a dwarf either before today. Such a sharp contrast. The dwarf was so stout, with that bushy beard. The elf, who was called Legolas, was so beautiful, with his silky-looking hair, and tall, lithe body. The other traveler too, the Aragorn man, was quite the leader. he seemed to be very suited to his position of head of the ragtag "army."
Oh, no.
An orc has blown himself up. I know it. What else could have caused that deafening noise?
It's over.
-------NEXT MORNING-------
I don't believe it.
No one is luckier than I.
We have survived.
We defeated the orcs.
We had the strength of two armies helping us.
But most importantly,
He's alive.
Hmmmmm. That was....interesting. Very short. Not one of my better works. Review,please.