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I was standing amongst a line of men and Elven archers along the outer wall of the fortress of Helm's Deep. I was armed with my rope, an axe and two knives. None of which I knew had to use in a battle situation. I was assured, however, that when the time came, I would do fine. I highly doubted it.
The lines of small fires in the distance drew closer, thunder rolled and it began to rain. This is all too familiar, I thought to myself. It wasn't long before I got my first look at the so-called Uruk-Hai. They were hideous looking creatures, but what was even more frightening was how many there were. Ten thousand at least! $%@#! I muttered.
There was a flash of light and another crack of thunder as the great orc host halted before the walls. No one moved, everything was silent until someone accidentally let an arrow go. It hit one of the orcs on the front line in the neck. It flopped right over and made a dull thud in the growing mud. Nice shot, I thought.
The Uruk captain blew a note on his horn and the orcs stormed the Deeping Wall. Thus it began; the great battle of Helm's Deep, prelude to the mighty War of The Ring.
The archers posted along the fortress rim let loose their arrows, creating a rain of death for the orcs. It only put a small dent in their massive numbers, however, and ladders began to appear all around. One such ladder rose directly in front of me, with a huge, armor less orc at its head. As it fell and anchored itself to the stone, I pulled out my axe and hewed the giant beast's head clean off. I silently thanked Gimli for his brief, but helpful lesson.
Soon more orcs began to pour over the ladder, and I devised a very efficient system where I was reasonably protected from their swords, but they were completely vulnerable to my axe. I leaned against the wall, beneath the ladder, and when the orcs came over it, I whacked them before they even knew I was there. Ha! Eat that! I chortled to myself as I picked off my 5th Uruk-Hai. I swiftly began to tire, however, and was finding it difficult to raise the axe. So when there seemed to be a lapse in the stream of orcs, I sprinted away to a less chaotic location further into the keep. Whew! I sighed. Man! I can't possibly keep this up! This axe is way too heavy, I realized. I need something lighter, but I don't know how to use a bow! Curse it!
Then I noticed a young boy who couldn't have been more than 14, about to get pounded by an Uruk. Something deep inside me stirred, and without thinking I ran. I couldn't let anything happen to him, I just couldn't. As I neared the monster I whipped out a knife from my belt and started slashing at him. He knocked me around in turn, but I eventually got the best of him. I looked at the young boy, so young, so innocent, so afraid. I had come too late, though. He sunk to the floor and was gone. I stared at his small broken body; limp and lifeless. It kindled a fire deep within my soul; how was it that someone could kill something so fair and pure with not a trace of guilt or remorse whatsoever. I was so caught up in my anger, that I didn't notice an arrow shoot directly into me. I was only brought out of my thoughts when I felt an excruciating pain all through the left side of my body. I glanced at the source of the pain; an orc arrow had found its way past my mail into my shoulder. All the anger, hatred and wild fury that I'd ever know came rushing up in this one instant. Then I pulled a very Joan of Arc-like moment. I grabbed hold of the arrow and yanked it out. I screamed; I screamed so loud it shook the rocks around me and reverberated all throughout the deep.
After that I went sort of crazy; thrashing around, hacking at anything that came within range. If it was a videogame I'd of racked up enough points to get into the top 10 list. All at once there was a loud explosion as part of the wall blew up. What! I gasped. They've got TNT and we've got rocks? What's with that? Shortly after, Aragorn was yelling;
"To the Keep! To the Keep!"
Keep? I thought frantically. Where's that? Everything was happening so fast. I looked around me to see where everyone else was going. It was hard to tell, though, because the orcs were beginning to overrun the place. They're like cockroaches! I thought in disgust as I swiveled to face one. I stabbed it in the gut and it fell down at my feet. All of the sudden I was aware of a dull pain coming from my chest. I looked down to discover that an arrow had pierced my armor. Then I got the sensation that one has when dreaming. When you're no longer inside yourself, but instead are floating somewhere above you; watching as you see yourself fall to your knees. Legolas comes running over to you and holds you. You think to tell him 'goodbye', but no words come out of the body below. And as your vision begins to fade you see your own head loll lifelessly backward into his arms. You know no more.
(the end)
Well, I hope you all liked my story! Send me your reviews!! I want to know how you liked it. Thanks for reading!
-Elven Frog
I was standing amongst a line of men and Elven archers along the outer wall of the fortress of Helm's Deep. I was armed with my rope, an axe and two knives. None of which I knew had to use in a battle situation. I was assured, however, that when the time came, I would do fine. I highly doubted it.
The lines of small fires in the distance drew closer, thunder rolled and it began to rain. This is all too familiar, I thought to myself. It wasn't long before I got my first look at the so-called Uruk-Hai. They were hideous looking creatures, but what was even more frightening was how many there were. Ten thousand at least! $%@#! I muttered.
There was a flash of light and another crack of thunder as the great orc host halted before the walls. No one moved, everything was silent until someone accidentally let an arrow go. It hit one of the orcs on the front line in the neck. It flopped right over and made a dull thud in the growing mud. Nice shot, I thought.
The Uruk captain blew a note on his horn and the orcs stormed the Deeping Wall. Thus it began; the great battle of Helm's Deep, prelude to the mighty War of The Ring.
The archers posted along the fortress rim let loose their arrows, creating a rain of death for the orcs. It only put a small dent in their massive numbers, however, and ladders began to appear all around. One such ladder rose directly in front of me, with a huge, armor less orc at its head. As it fell and anchored itself to the stone, I pulled out my axe and hewed the giant beast's head clean off. I silently thanked Gimli for his brief, but helpful lesson.
Soon more orcs began to pour over the ladder, and I devised a very efficient system where I was reasonably protected from their swords, but they were completely vulnerable to my axe. I leaned against the wall, beneath the ladder, and when the orcs came over it, I whacked them before they even knew I was there. Ha! Eat that! I chortled to myself as I picked off my 5th Uruk-Hai. I swiftly began to tire, however, and was finding it difficult to raise the axe. So when there seemed to be a lapse in the stream of orcs, I sprinted away to a less chaotic location further into the keep. Whew! I sighed. Man! I can't possibly keep this up! This axe is way too heavy, I realized. I need something lighter, but I don't know how to use a bow! Curse it!
Then I noticed a young boy who couldn't have been more than 14, about to get pounded by an Uruk. Something deep inside me stirred, and without thinking I ran. I couldn't let anything happen to him, I just couldn't. As I neared the monster I whipped out a knife from my belt and started slashing at him. He knocked me around in turn, but I eventually got the best of him. I looked at the young boy, so young, so innocent, so afraid. I had come too late, though. He sunk to the floor and was gone. I stared at his small broken body; limp and lifeless. It kindled a fire deep within my soul; how was it that someone could kill something so fair and pure with not a trace of guilt or remorse whatsoever. I was so caught up in my anger, that I didn't notice an arrow shoot directly into me. I was only brought out of my thoughts when I felt an excruciating pain all through the left side of my body. I glanced at the source of the pain; an orc arrow had found its way past my mail into my shoulder. All the anger, hatred and wild fury that I'd ever know came rushing up in this one instant. Then I pulled a very Joan of Arc-like moment. I grabbed hold of the arrow and yanked it out. I screamed; I screamed so loud it shook the rocks around me and reverberated all throughout the deep.
After that I went sort of crazy; thrashing around, hacking at anything that came within range. If it was a videogame I'd of racked up enough points to get into the top 10 list. All at once there was a loud explosion as part of the wall blew up. What! I gasped. They've got TNT and we've got rocks? What's with that? Shortly after, Aragorn was yelling;
"To the Keep! To the Keep!"
Keep? I thought frantically. Where's that? Everything was happening so fast. I looked around me to see where everyone else was going. It was hard to tell, though, because the orcs were beginning to overrun the place. They're like cockroaches! I thought in disgust as I swiveled to face one. I stabbed it in the gut and it fell down at my feet. All of the sudden I was aware of a dull pain coming from my chest. I looked down to discover that an arrow had pierced my armor. Then I got the sensation that one has when dreaming. When you're no longer inside yourself, but instead are floating somewhere above you; watching as you see yourself fall to your knees. Legolas comes running over to you and holds you. You think to tell him 'goodbye', but no words come out of the body below. And as your vision begins to fade you see your own head loll lifelessly backward into his arms. You know no more.
(the end)
Well, I hope you all liked my story! Send me your reviews!! I want to know how you liked it. Thanks for reading!
-Elven Frog