Chapter 1: The Wounding
As the rock blew away beneath them, many people were thrown into the air. Men went scrambling around trying to get free from the falling chaos. As the impact of the landing became more real, the chain mail ripped at the leather, commanding the leather to let it through, and the leather obeyed. The metal feasted on flesh that night as the leather was torn and the metal rings were pushed into the skin. The being bearing this weight groaned. A moment before they had been shooting an arrow on the evil that was carrying out its dreadful plan. But now as they stared at the stars above them, they guessed that no good had come with their help. Now as their body slid down the rock from the force of the impact, the metal chain mail tore at their flesh. No time did they have to think what was going on with themselves, for the voices had become more pronounced and again they could understand the words. The enemy had gotten through. Before they could blink their eye again, a man came into view above them. Dark waving hair with grey specks framed the now haggard face.
"Are you alright?"
"It does not matter now how my well being is. All that matters is that the Hornburg does not fall."
Here they scrambled to their feet. The enemy was gathering at the hole blown in the wall. A loud Dwarf fell on the enemy from above, shouting in his native tongue. Then the man beside them raised his sword, shouted and all attacked. They went also, defending the one thing they knew for certain. The Hornburg had never fallen into enemy hands and it would not be the first tonight. All together Men fought. There was an Elf and Dwarf but it was Men that defended their land against the evil, but it would be long before the end was near. A horn blew in the distance the command for retreat. Practically as unwilling as the Dwarf, did they retreat; they were ushered by the man. Here, all that were left rushed into the Keep baring the doors. What seemed like hours passed, as they huddled in the cold building before those inside took any action.
The King stood motionless, unbelieving. The man from the field with the name of Aragorn took command. He ordered the women and children who were present in the caves to be taken out through the back entrance, and for the entrance to be sealed. Then, after looking for a great while at the window he glanced at the King.
"Ride out with me."
"For death worthy of honor and remembrance." The King muttered.
The horses that were kept in the Hornburg were brought. A group was picked to go out. Only a meager portion of the men remained alive and most were picked to ride out. The Dwarf volunteered to blow the horn of Helm's Deep. They told the King that they would defend the Dwarf. That the horn would sound in the Deep until their life was ripped from their hands.
The group set off as the two up in the tower got set. An arrow was poised in the bow. And they waited for the invasion to begin. But they did not have to wait long. As the horn echoed through the mountains, hope was renewed in full force to Helm's Deep, and the good prevailed.
As the last one came up the stairs, they fitted their bow a last time. And they let the arrow fly. It hit its mark perfectly. The Orc fell down the stairs dead. Exhausted they leaned against the wall. And did so all the way down the stairs there, at the bottom, they collapsed.
As the rock blew away beneath them, many people were thrown into the air. Men went scrambling around trying to get free from the falling chaos. As the impact of the landing became more real, the chain mail ripped at the leather, commanding the leather to let it through, and the leather obeyed. The metal feasted on flesh that night as the leather was torn and the metal rings were pushed into the skin. The being bearing this weight groaned. A moment before they had been shooting an arrow on the evil that was carrying out its dreadful plan. But now as they stared at the stars above them, they guessed that no good had come with their help. Now as their body slid down the rock from the force of the impact, the metal chain mail tore at their flesh. No time did they have to think what was going on with themselves, for the voices had become more pronounced and again they could understand the words. The enemy had gotten through. Before they could blink their eye again, a man came into view above them. Dark waving hair with grey specks framed the now haggard face.
"Are you alright?"
"It does not matter now how my well being is. All that matters is that the Hornburg does not fall."
Here they scrambled to their feet. The enemy was gathering at the hole blown in the wall. A loud Dwarf fell on the enemy from above, shouting in his native tongue. Then the man beside them raised his sword, shouted and all attacked. They went also, defending the one thing they knew for certain. The Hornburg had never fallen into enemy hands and it would not be the first tonight. All together Men fought. There was an Elf and Dwarf but it was Men that defended their land against the evil, but it would be long before the end was near. A horn blew in the distance the command for retreat. Practically as unwilling as the Dwarf, did they retreat; they were ushered by the man. Here, all that were left rushed into the Keep baring the doors. What seemed like hours passed, as they huddled in the cold building before those inside took any action.
The King stood motionless, unbelieving. The man from the field with the name of Aragorn took command. He ordered the women and children who were present in the caves to be taken out through the back entrance, and for the entrance to be sealed. Then, after looking for a great while at the window he glanced at the King.
"Ride out with me."
"For death worthy of honor and remembrance." The King muttered.
The horses that were kept in the Hornburg were brought. A group was picked to go out. Only a meager portion of the men remained alive and most were picked to ride out. The Dwarf volunteered to blow the horn of Helm's Deep. They told the King that they would defend the Dwarf. That the horn would sound in the Deep until their life was ripped from their hands.
The group set off as the two up in the tower got set. An arrow was poised in the bow. And they waited for the invasion to begin. But they did not have to wait long. As the horn echoed through the mountains, hope was renewed in full force to Helm's Deep, and the good prevailed.
As the last one came up the stairs, they fitted their bow a last time. And they let the arrow fly. It hit its mark perfectly. The Orc fell down the stairs dead. Exhausted they leaned against the wall. And did so all the way down the stairs there, at the bottom, they collapsed.
