I realized something as I was moaning about no body updating. I'm doing it too! So here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Terri groaned, her head hurt and she couldn't remember where she was. She heard footfalls but paid them no heed as her eyes rested on Alex lying beside her.

"Alex, you ok?" she shook her friend lightly. Her eyelids fluttered but she didn't move. Terri pulled the slight form into her lap.

"Come on Alex, wake up. There's a cute guy who wants to meet you."

"Liar," the blond croaked.

"I knew that would get you," she smirked. Just as Alex was getting up with Terri's help a small party of men entered the room.

The brown haired girl stepped in front of her friend who was still a little disoriented.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Terri glared dangerously.

"Now Terri, calm down. They are obviously dressed as war people so we must be at a costume party or on a movie set or something." A tall man with shoulder length brown hair turned to his companion, a slender young man with long blond hair, and raised an eyebrow. The other man just smirked.

"Alex please, don't be blond. This is not a party and we are not home!" Terri chided her friend.

"Then where are we?" The brown haired man stepped forward.

"I am Aragorn son of Arathorn. These are my companions Legolas of Mirkwood and Gimli, son of Gloin," he gestured to the blond man and another a sort man with long bushy red hair. "The rest are the Rohirrum, under the command of Eomer, third marshal of the Mark. Who are you?" Terri just continued to glare. Her friend nudged her with her elbow.

"Please ignore my stoic friend. I'm Alexia Sone," she smiled and nudged her friend again.

"I'm Captain Terri Locks," she flashed her white teeth in a mock smile before frowning again. Aragorn's eyes widened at the rank but as he was to speak the doors to the hall flew open. In stumbled another young man with messy blond hair, bleeding profusely from his lower abdomen and shoulder.

"Haldir!" Aragorn gasped, "I thought you were dead when you didn't return to the Keep!" The young man fell to the floor exhausted. Aragorn knelt and supported his friend. The other man tried to speak but he was shushed.

"We must get you to the healers. Legolas, help me." Together the two lifted Haldir between them and carried him from the room. Alex and Terri just looked on confused as to what they should do.

Another man entered the hall. He was tall and well-built with brown eyes and dark blond hair.

"Eomeld, who are these strangely dressed young women?"

"Excuse me," interrupted Terri, "maybe you should ask us yourself instead of asking another." The man's eyes blazed.

"Then tell me good lady, what is your name?"

"Captain Terri Locks. This is my friend Alexia Sone."

"How have you come to be at Helm's Deep? For you are not of our people, though Lady Alexia looks it."

Alex blushed, "thank you, but we don't know how we got here either." The man pondered this. "Could we get a name good sir?" Alex asked politely.

"Forgive me, I am Eomer, third marshal of the Mark," he bowed, "I welcome you to Rohan." He turned to one of his men and asked where lord Aragorn was. The solider told him what had happened.

"It seems I must continue my search. Would you ladies like to accompany me?"

"Yes, I would like to see if Aragorn's friend is alright," Terri said.

"Very well, come with me," he led them out into the hall and toward the house of healing. Alex put her hand on Terri's shoulder and let Eomer get a little ahead of them. The brown haired girl looked questioningly at her friend.

"So, you want to see if Aragorn's friend is alright, huh?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yes, why?"

"Oh nothing. It's just you seemed a little different after he came in. getting a sight crush are we?" she winked.

"What about you? I saw you eyeing that blond, what was his name?"

"Legolas, and don't change the subject. You like Haldir admit it."

"No! I do not. I'm just concerned for his well being. Those cuts looked really bad." Alex just rolled her eyes.

Eomer stopped and turned into a large room. Inside were several men, all with dirty blond hair, lying all around, most wounded and bleeding. The girls saw a beautiful woman flitting back and forth between the injured men.

"Eomer, who is that woman?" Alex asked noting the stressed look on her face.

"That is my sister, Eoywn," he walked over and sat down beside Aragorn. Alex strode over and grabbed the young woman by her shoulders. Startled she looked at Alex in surprise.

"What can we do to help?" Eoywn took one look at their blue jeans and T- shirts and sighed.

"Most of the men in that corner," she waved her hand toward the other side of the room," haven't been looked at. Their wounds need examining."

Alex nodded and pulled Terri along behind her as she made her way toward the injured men. Filling one of the water basins the captain soaked a clean cloth and kneeled down to clean out an arrow wound.

The man looked at her curiously, "are you and your fair companion the strangers everyone is talking about?"

"That would be us. What is your name?"

"Bergil of the Rohirrum, and you my lady?"

"Captain Terri Locks. The blond is my friend Alexia Sone."

The man hissed when Terri reached the broken arrowhead in the man's side.

"This needs to come out," and without another word her gentle fingers went to work. She slowly moved the tender flesh back and pulled the arrow free.

"Thank you, my lady. That was causing some pain," Bergil sighed.

"Glad to have helped good sir," she assisted him in sitting up and quickly wrapped the wound.

"I have to move on. Take care, Bergil." She knelt beside the next man.