"Behold the White Rider and the Red Captain of Tenosha!" Aragorn yelled out to the men who yelled back:

"Our King and the White Rider and the Red Captain!" they shouted, "Forth Eorlingas!"

Amiya looked at Aragorn with harsh eyes, he shrivelled into his saddle, not wanting to be yelled at like a soldier.

"Aragorn!" she hissed, "do not call me that name, ever! Or I shall make sure that you will need a cane to walk!" he shrunk into his saddle more.

"Yes milady, if it is your wish." He said as he received a hard stare, "yes Amiya."

No one spoke on their way to Helm's Deep. While a scout was talking to Theoden Gandalf called out: "Ride, Theoden!" he said. "Ride to Helm's Deep! Go not to the Fords of Isen, and do not tarry on the plain! I must leave you for a while. Shadowfax must bear me now on a swift errand.' He turned to Aragorn, "await me at Helm's Deep!"

Hours later in the deafening silence Aragorn spoke, "it is a great host that follows us hard."

"They bring fire, burning anything they can. Alas for my folk!" Theoden cried. 'Ride to the Deep!"  (You all know the scenes so I'll cut some out)

They fought hard on the darkening the firmament; every minute they spent out on the battlements felt like hours. Many men were lost in the sortie; the greatest warriors fell before their captains, friends and families eyes. There was nothing to do but to keep on fighting. Everyone was loosing hope at a balanced velocity until Gandalf arrived with the most unusual help, the Westfold-men running down from the mountainside.

They kept on battling, slowly winning ground as new hopes lit in their souls. Some of the enemy attempted to escape through the forest; those who did never stepped out again and were never seen.

On a fair morning Theoden and Gandalf meet on the field while the soldiers counted the dead. Amiya had lost her great second in command, Amoco and three thousand of her men. Though the dead were great the enemies' dead was greater.

Aragorn was with Gandalf, but his attention was not on the conversation but of his friends exiting the caves, Gimli had injured his head linen was draped around it.

            "It is just a bump, nothing more." He repeated. As he was saying that Gandalf walked up to Amiya, she already knew he was leaving and wanted her to come with them. But she said she couldn't, she needed to tend to her dead and injured men. She also told him that they would meet on the path. Her lieutenant and men was buried with the Rohan and elves of the Golden Woods.

            It took two days, they said farewell to the men of Helms Deep and the remaining elves. Amiya and less then seven thousand men left towards Isenguard were they hoped to meet they grey company.

            They traveled non-stop until they reached the ford, Amiya ordered that they set up camp. They would wait for Gandalf to arrive so they could inform him of the news and then leave towards Gondor where the four beacons were alight.

            It was a starless sky and the bubbling river that awoke the captain from her sleep, "Amiya, we have news of a company heading this way, they say that it is Gandalf the White and the King of Rohan, they will be here within an hour. What are your orders?" a messenger came out of the shadows of the gloomy sky.

            "We will stay, no doubt they want to sleep and fresh up. We will await their arrival here. Set up hidden archers on the road encase any unwelcome visitors comes." The messenger went off to wake the archers and set them up as Amiya stalked over to the smouldering fire to wait.