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A/N: OK, before you get confused about this chapter, let me explain. I messed up the last chapter because I forgot to mention the arrival of Haldir and the other elves. If you'd like to, you can read chapter 11 again, near the end, because I have put the arrival of the elves in there now. I'm sorry it is so short, I would have put more, but I needed to replace the other chapter as soon as poss.
The Diary of an Orc - Continued
*~*~*
I can see the army of Saruman approaching us, a dark column twisting like a treacherous river that swallowing all that is touches.
Aragorn reported ten thousand, could he be right? I knew in my heart that he was speaking the truth, but my head was saying: 'There is no army of that size!'
The warriors of Rohan barely reach over three hundred. The elven archers are a great aid, but what is that compared to ten thousand?
Maybe this is our fate, maybe we are to die here at the hands of an army greater then one could imagine.
The women, ill and children are all in the caves. I remain free to fight, but at my own will, not the will of those who wish to protect me.
The one thing that lightens my gloomy heart is the presence of the elvish warriors sent by Lord Elrond, Haldir among them. When I first saw the flags of Rivendell and Lothlorien, my heart gave a funny jolt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. For the second time that day, my eyes seemed to be playing tricks on me, but when I saw Haldir, I knew it was real.
*~*~*
I stand among the ranks of the elvish warriors, wearing elvish armour, given to me by Lady Galadriel, and carrying by bow and arrows of the Galadhrim. Haldir stands beside me, and I do not think he recognises me.
I have pulled my helmet low over my face, the movements feeling familiar and memories of my short time as an Orc coming back. I have plaited and tucked my hair into my helmet. Hardly any of the other elves wear their hair out, it is a risk. Anyone could use their hair to pull their heads back and expose their throats.
Further along the wall stand Legolas and Gimli. I saw Aragorn before; he was stalking the elven ranks, tension forcing him to move to rid himself of the feeling.
It has started to rain, cold drips of rainwater trickle down my neck making me shiver. The light patter of rain turns into a downpour. I, and all others, are now soaked to the bone.
I can hear the army now, the faint stomping of feet and the ratter of armour. Now is the time I'd rather be a human, you see too much when you are an elf. I know the other elves must be feeling the same, the numbers are obvious now and the valley of rock slowly fills with the army of Isengard.
The poor humans would only be able to see a dark shadow and the twinkling lights of the torches they carry. Darkness has fallen and butterflies flitter in my stomach.
Haldir has just turned to me and sighed. So he DID recognise me after all.
"Ariel." He said, taking my hand and holding it firmly in his. "Go with the women and the children, be safe."
I am angry at his request; I will not sit idle when my kin and friends are out here dying at the hands of evil!
"I will not." I returned shortly, clearly implying that I did not want to pursue the subject any further.
"Please, Ariel." He said, worry in his almond shaped eyes. He cupped my cheek with a cold, wet hand. "You cannot die, again"
I pulled away form him. "What?" I hissed, ignoring the looks of anger from the elves around me. "What do mean 'again'? I was never dead the first time!"
I have moved now, away from Haldir and his sad eyes and next to Legolas ans Gimli. Gimli has just finished mumbling about how he can't see anything.
I can now smell the unpleasant stench of the approaching Uruk-Hai and Orcs. I pray that death come swiftly, if at all.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
I am not sure how long we can hold them back. We have destroyed the first three lines of the enemy, but there are always too many more to take their place. They are organised, too organised, the strategies they have planned are good ones, taught by Saruman, no doubt.
Gandalf has taken his leave and he said he would return at the dawn of the fifth day. Tomorrow morning.
Ladders! They have ladders! Of course, how else would they get over the walls? The first lot of ladders have gone up, but there are too many! The ladders are allowing the Uruks and Orcs access over the walls.
"Swords!"
I see many flashed of elvish metal as all the elves draw their swords and chop down the Uruks that dare to try and get over the walls.
I can see a lone elf ahead, but he looks too familiar...
Ariel! Curses! She has eluded us and brought herself into the battle.
She'd better not get herself killed! I'll never forgive her if she does!
*~*~* Legolas *~*~*
They have broken through the gates. I have lost sight of Ariel; I swore I saw her near the wall...
Oh no! She has been pushed from the wall and into the swarming masses of the enemy below. I hope she can escape....alive.
The numbers of the enemy are overwhelming, kill one and there are more then ten to take his place. Several, too many, of the elves have fallen, each death tearing painfully at my heart, as does all death of an immortal being.
Gimli and I work together, warning each other of stray orcs or Uruks and looking for ways to hold off the enemy a little while longer.
Aragorn is desperately trying to think of last minute tactics, any strategy long forgotten. We need more elven archers, but many of the Elves, too many, are wounded of have fallen.
Two Uruks are carrying a round, spiked metal ball of some kind. Aragorn says I am to kill the Uruk carrying the flaming torch, he runs behind the two that carry the metal ball.
He does not die! I have put two arrows into him now, but he has not fallen, obviously his task is worth dying for....
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
The nasty little beggars! They have blasted a huge hole in the outer wall, killing many of the Elves and Men that stood there. I must say, their plan kind of back fired, most of the chunks of wall flew back into their own army, killing and wounding many Orcs and Uruk-Hai.
I haven't seen Ariel since the fighting began, I hope she hasn't gone and killed herself now. I am counting how many of these putrid creatures I have killed. I don't think guilt was invented for killing such beasts. As I thought, these Uruks are smart. They have plans, they are quick thinkers and know that I've we can better them in skill; they will overwhelm us with numbers.
Usually such a realisation would plunge any kind soul into the bleakest of depressions, but there is no time for such sadness.
The thought of these filthy dirt clods claiming Helm's Deep makes my blood boil!
*~*~*
I must have passed out for a while because I have a vicious bump on my head and a piercing headache. I fell off the wall, that much I remember, some over excited soldier pushed me over by mistake, not that he noticed or anything.
I am wondering at the unlikely ness of what has happened. I must have been mistaken for a fallen warrior since I am unharmed, and since I am near the wall, I have not been trampled.
The masses of Uruks surround me and there is no hope of escape. It angers me to lie here, useless, unable to move or else I'll be killed without question.
There is confusion a long way down the wall. The Uruks are screaming and roaring in their guttural language, to fast for me to comprehend. From what I can pick up, they have conquered the wall and have swamped the keep.
The lightening has stopped flashing and half the torches carried by the Uruks have been extinguished. Darkness has fallen over where I lie.
I tried to sit up but the cord of the amulet was caught on a weapon pinned underneath me.
Oh goodness! How could I have been so stupid! In the heat of war, no sensible Uruk-Hai would notice an Orc sneaking towards to hole in the wall. I translated that a few moments ago, it seems that "Saruman the Great" or so they call him, has found a way to blast holes in solid rock walls.
*~*~*
It worked! I'm now in the rush of Uruks running towards the Keep. I've my amulet tucked safely in my pocket.
I hope no one kills me by accident!
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
Although the Uruks seem smarter than most, I just saw the most extraordinary site, an Orc shooting at its own. Now THAT'S stupid.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
This war is going to drag its war to a long bloody death.
Half the elven archers have fallen and many men have fallen. I am doing everything in my ability to come up with last minute tactics to surprise them. They have done more than their fair share of surprises, now its our turn!
*~*~*
Haldir has been wounded, mortally. He could have been killed, but Aragorn and I arrived at exactly the right moment. I was making "mistakes", shooting "my own" stopping the Uruks from killing swiftly by getting in the way and generally making a nuisance of myself.
As soon as it's safe for me to change back, I will, but for now, the only person who's looked at me strangely (and a strange site it must be, an Orc dressed in elven armour.) is Aragorn.
Aragorn and I have just taken Haldir deep into the Keep, I'd take him down with the women and children, but someone might follow me and a lot more people could die.
I am relieved to see that he is not wounded bad enough to lose his sense of humour. I had quickly slipped my amulet on as soon as Haldir first saw me, and I knew that in his muddled mind, he wouldn't question how I suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"I told you not to get wounded!" I scolded as Aragorn placed him on a low bed. I wished they have an emergency healing room, but not many of the wounded lived longer than a few minutes, or even seconds.
"Actually," He said, in a matter-of-fact tone, trying to move. "As I recall, I told YOU not to get wounded."
I pushed him back down on the bed. "Rest!" I said firmly, sadness filling me as I saw how vulnerable he looked. If any of the Uruk-Hai were to storm the Keep...
"Yes, mother" He said softly, a faint smile playing on his face.
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Hi! I am SOOOOO sorry that I haven't updated sooner. You see, a little thing called camp happened, and then after that I kind of wasn't anywhere near my home for the next three weeks straight. I finally got the time to do this now, please don't hate me! =D
A/N: OK, before you get confused about this chapter, let me explain. I messed up the last chapter because I forgot to mention the arrival of Haldir and the other elves. If you'd like to, you can read chapter 11 again, near the end, because I have put the arrival of the elves in there now. I'm sorry it is so short, I would have put more, but I needed to replace the other chapter as soon as poss.
The Diary of an Orc - Continued
*~*~*
I can see the army of Saruman approaching us, a dark column twisting like a treacherous river that swallowing all that is touches.
Aragorn reported ten thousand, could he be right? I knew in my heart that he was speaking the truth, but my head was saying: 'There is no army of that size!'
The warriors of Rohan barely reach over three hundred. The elven archers are a great aid, but what is that compared to ten thousand?
Maybe this is our fate, maybe we are to die here at the hands of an army greater then one could imagine.
The women, ill and children are all in the caves. I remain free to fight, but at my own will, not the will of those who wish to protect me.
The one thing that lightens my gloomy heart is the presence of the elvish warriors sent by Lord Elrond, Haldir among them. When I first saw the flags of Rivendell and Lothlorien, my heart gave a funny jolt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. For the second time that day, my eyes seemed to be playing tricks on me, but when I saw Haldir, I knew it was real.
*~*~*
I stand among the ranks of the elvish warriors, wearing elvish armour, given to me by Lady Galadriel, and carrying by bow and arrows of the Galadhrim. Haldir stands beside me, and I do not think he recognises me.
I have pulled my helmet low over my face, the movements feeling familiar and memories of my short time as an Orc coming back. I have plaited and tucked my hair into my helmet. Hardly any of the other elves wear their hair out, it is a risk. Anyone could use their hair to pull their heads back and expose their throats.
Further along the wall stand Legolas and Gimli. I saw Aragorn before; he was stalking the elven ranks, tension forcing him to move to rid himself of the feeling.
It has started to rain, cold drips of rainwater trickle down my neck making me shiver. The light patter of rain turns into a downpour. I, and all others, are now soaked to the bone.
I can hear the army now, the faint stomping of feet and the ratter of armour. Now is the time I'd rather be a human, you see too much when you are an elf. I know the other elves must be feeling the same, the numbers are obvious now and the valley of rock slowly fills with the army of Isengard.
The poor humans would only be able to see a dark shadow and the twinkling lights of the torches they carry. Darkness has fallen and butterflies flitter in my stomach.
Haldir has just turned to me and sighed. So he DID recognise me after all.
"Ariel." He said, taking my hand and holding it firmly in his. "Go with the women and the children, be safe."
I am angry at his request; I will not sit idle when my kin and friends are out here dying at the hands of evil!
"I will not." I returned shortly, clearly implying that I did not want to pursue the subject any further.
"Please, Ariel." He said, worry in his almond shaped eyes. He cupped my cheek with a cold, wet hand. "You cannot die, again"
I pulled away form him. "What?" I hissed, ignoring the looks of anger from the elves around me. "What do mean 'again'? I was never dead the first time!"
I have moved now, away from Haldir and his sad eyes and next to Legolas ans Gimli. Gimli has just finished mumbling about how he can't see anything.
I can now smell the unpleasant stench of the approaching Uruk-Hai and Orcs. I pray that death come swiftly, if at all.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
I am not sure how long we can hold them back. We have destroyed the first three lines of the enemy, but there are always too many more to take their place. They are organised, too organised, the strategies they have planned are good ones, taught by Saruman, no doubt.
Gandalf has taken his leave and he said he would return at the dawn of the fifth day. Tomorrow morning.
Ladders! They have ladders! Of course, how else would they get over the walls? The first lot of ladders have gone up, but there are too many! The ladders are allowing the Uruks and Orcs access over the walls.
"Swords!"
I see many flashed of elvish metal as all the elves draw their swords and chop down the Uruks that dare to try and get over the walls.
I can see a lone elf ahead, but he looks too familiar...
Ariel! Curses! She has eluded us and brought herself into the battle.
She'd better not get herself killed! I'll never forgive her if she does!
*~*~* Legolas *~*~*
They have broken through the gates. I have lost sight of Ariel; I swore I saw her near the wall...
Oh no! She has been pushed from the wall and into the swarming masses of the enemy below. I hope she can escape....alive.
The numbers of the enemy are overwhelming, kill one and there are more then ten to take his place. Several, too many, of the elves have fallen, each death tearing painfully at my heart, as does all death of an immortal being.
Gimli and I work together, warning each other of stray orcs or Uruks and looking for ways to hold off the enemy a little while longer.
Aragorn is desperately trying to think of last minute tactics, any strategy long forgotten. We need more elven archers, but many of the Elves, too many, are wounded of have fallen.
Two Uruks are carrying a round, spiked metal ball of some kind. Aragorn says I am to kill the Uruk carrying the flaming torch, he runs behind the two that carry the metal ball.
He does not die! I have put two arrows into him now, but he has not fallen, obviously his task is worth dying for....
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
The nasty little beggars! They have blasted a huge hole in the outer wall, killing many of the Elves and Men that stood there. I must say, their plan kind of back fired, most of the chunks of wall flew back into their own army, killing and wounding many Orcs and Uruk-Hai.
I haven't seen Ariel since the fighting began, I hope she hasn't gone and killed herself now. I am counting how many of these putrid creatures I have killed. I don't think guilt was invented for killing such beasts. As I thought, these Uruks are smart. They have plans, they are quick thinkers and know that I've we can better them in skill; they will overwhelm us with numbers.
Usually such a realisation would plunge any kind soul into the bleakest of depressions, but there is no time for such sadness.
The thought of these filthy dirt clods claiming Helm's Deep makes my blood boil!
*~*~*
I must have passed out for a while because I have a vicious bump on my head and a piercing headache. I fell off the wall, that much I remember, some over excited soldier pushed me over by mistake, not that he noticed or anything.
I am wondering at the unlikely ness of what has happened. I must have been mistaken for a fallen warrior since I am unharmed, and since I am near the wall, I have not been trampled.
The masses of Uruks surround me and there is no hope of escape. It angers me to lie here, useless, unable to move or else I'll be killed without question.
There is confusion a long way down the wall. The Uruks are screaming and roaring in their guttural language, to fast for me to comprehend. From what I can pick up, they have conquered the wall and have swamped the keep.
The lightening has stopped flashing and half the torches carried by the Uruks have been extinguished. Darkness has fallen over where I lie.
I tried to sit up but the cord of the amulet was caught on a weapon pinned underneath me.
Oh goodness! How could I have been so stupid! In the heat of war, no sensible Uruk-Hai would notice an Orc sneaking towards to hole in the wall. I translated that a few moments ago, it seems that "Saruman the Great" or so they call him, has found a way to blast holes in solid rock walls.
*~*~*
It worked! I'm now in the rush of Uruks running towards the Keep. I've my amulet tucked safely in my pocket.
I hope no one kills me by accident!
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
Although the Uruks seem smarter than most, I just saw the most extraordinary site, an Orc shooting at its own. Now THAT'S stupid.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
This war is going to drag its war to a long bloody death.
Half the elven archers have fallen and many men have fallen. I am doing everything in my ability to come up with last minute tactics to surprise them. They have done more than their fair share of surprises, now its our turn!
*~*~*
Haldir has been wounded, mortally. He could have been killed, but Aragorn and I arrived at exactly the right moment. I was making "mistakes", shooting "my own" stopping the Uruks from killing swiftly by getting in the way and generally making a nuisance of myself.
As soon as it's safe for me to change back, I will, but for now, the only person who's looked at me strangely (and a strange site it must be, an Orc dressed in elven armour.) is Aragorn.
Aragorn and I have just taken Haldir deep into the Keep, I'd take him down with the women and children, but someone might follow me and a lot more people could die.
I am relieved to see that he is not wounded bad enough to lose his sense of humour. I had quickly slipped my amulet on as soon as Haldir first saw me, and I knew that in his muddled mind, he wouldn't question how I suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"I told you not to get wounded!" I scolded as Aragorn placed him on a low bed. I wished they have an emergency healing room, but not many of the wounded lived longer than a few minutes, or even seconds.
"Actually," He said, in a matter-of-fact tone, trying to move. "As I recall, I told YOU not to get wounded."
I pushed him back down on the bed. "Rest!" I said firmly, sadness filling me as I saw how vulnerable he looked. If any of the Uruk-Hai were to storm the Keep...
"Yes, mother" He said softly, a faint smile playing on his face.
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Hi! I am SOOOOO sorry that I haven't updated sooner. You see, a little thing called camp happened, and then after that I kind of wasn't anywhere near my home for the next three weeks straight. I finally got the time to do this now, please don't hate me! =D