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A Wizard is Never Late, Nor Early
Inside, everyone was in a chaotic state of panic. She didn't understand what was going on. She was exhausted, but this was absolutely no time for sleep. Aragorn placed his hand squarely on her shoulders, scaring the crap out of her.
"Come with me," he said over all the noise. He led her to a side door where the two of them crept out along a ledge.
She could see Orcs all along the path to Helm's Deep, which was a large stone bridge over the ravine. It was a long distance away though. But now the adrenaline was rushing, and she was no longer afraid of this battle. They had to win.
"Come on, Aragorn. We can take 'em!" she said excitedly.
He lifted one eyebrow. "Are you sure? It's a long way."
"So toss me. Come on!"
He smiled. She put her hands up. "Hold on. Don't tell Legolas, okay?"
"Not a word," he said. He grabbed her by the back of the shoulder and threw her. With a cry, she landed in the middle of the Orcs and began slashing away. She could almost hear the heroic music playing in her head as Aragorn was right next to her. Her sword felt like it was getting heavier by the moment, but the timing was perfect.
Through a hole in the doorway, King Theoden ordered them back inside. "Aragorn, get out of there!" he yelled.
Laura saw a rope being tossed down. As she swung at a few more, Aragorn grabbed the rope with one hand and her with the other and the two of them hung there, just out of reach of the army. She grabbed the rope with both of her hands and climbed higher than Aragorn, placing her feet along the wall. She made her way to the top where Legolas was pulling them to safety.
She grinned. "That's very impressive," she said. She didn't waste any time, but assisted in pulling Aragorn up to the top with them. They had to go back inside the keep where the King and some of his men still were bracing the doors.
With Legolas' help, they found all that they could to bar the gates with. Running back and forth, Laura noticed that it was becoming lighter out. "Aragorn, the sun is rising!" she informed him, remembering Gandalf's command about looking to the light on the fifth day.
She ran to get all of the horses for the men to ride out on, since that was what Aragorn had suggested to Theoden. As she mounted Epona and Legolas mounted Arod, she wiped a bunch of dirt from her face. She took her helmet off and threw it to the floor. Waiting for the King and Aragorn to mount their respective horses, Legolas looked over at Laura. Following Theoden and Aragorn, they rode out down the bridge and into the center of the battle. It amused Laura running over Orcs. She wondered if she should count them, but decided that they counted as Epona's kills. When they got to the bottom, a spear just narrowly missed her head. They were waist deep in Uruk Hai, and it didn't seem that hopeful this time.
With a cry, she swung her sword left and right, protecting Epona and herself. She looked back at Helm's Deep, at the break in the wall. She'd been fighting there? It looked so different in morning, almost holy. She looked back up the hill, where a small white figure was on a horse.
"GANDALF!" she roared. Some of the men looked in that direction. Not taking her full focus off the battle, she continued counting her kills as an entire army of men rode down the hillside following Gandalf.
She squinted her eyes as the great surrounding white light engulfed the battle field. Laughing, she heard someone cry "Victory!"
"YEAH! Whoohoo, all right!" she cried, lifting her sword up. On horseback, they chased the remainder of the army into what she assumed to be Fangorn Forest. She grinned as the trees began moving, massacring the Orcs.
"Gandalf, it's good to see you again!" she exclaimed. Gandalf smiled warmly at her, and Shadowfax neighed.
"The battle of Helm's Deep may be over, but the battle of Middle Earth is just beginning," he said wisely.
"Yeah, yeah. But we won!" It was all over so quickly. She hadn't even realized that they'd been fighting all night long. Everything had gone super fast when she was in battle mode. "Oh man, I am exhausted. I don't know about you guys, but I've gotta get some sleep."
King Theoden glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. She hoped she wouldn't be in too much trouble for impersonating a soldier. Sleep overtook most senses, and she was able to find a nice quiet isolated spot to sleep after getting rid of her chainmail shirt.
In the amount of time she slept, she was able to see everything that Frodo and Sam had gone through since they'd parted. She saw them lost in Emyn Muil on the rocks, as they found Gollum and he became their guide. She recognized the encounter with the winged Nazgul creatures where Frodo fell almost unconscious from the pain in his shoulder. Then the two of them were captured by a man that reminded her very much of Boromir, as he took them to the city of Osgiliath. While there, it was attacked.
Frodo stood on a bridge, overlooking the city. A creature flapped its wings not more than a couple of inches before Frodo's face. Frodo didn't look himself, but held some sort of look on his face which contorted in pain. He was possessed by the temptation to put on the Ring. He took the Ring from where it hung around his neck, about to put it on again.
Laura groaned. "Frodo, don't put that ring on!" She woke up feeling like she hadn't slept at all. She took a few breaths, trying to calm herself after the dream/vision. With her head in her hands, she tried to regain her composure and choke back the tears that welled up in her throat from seeing Frodo so weak. She exited the building and went to the outer walls, where a bunch of slain Orcs still lay. The place seemed really different now that everything was calm again.
A Wizard is Never Late, Nor Early
Inside, everyone was in a chaotic state of panic. She didn't understand what was going on. She was exhausted, but this was absolutely no time for sleep. Aragorn placed his hand squarely on her shoulders, scaring the crap out of her.
"Come with me," he said over all the noise. He led her to a side door where the two of them crept out along a ledge.
She could see Orcs all along the path to Helm's Deep, which was a large stone bridge over the ravine. It was a long distance away though. But now the adrenaline was rushing, and she was no longer afraid of this battle. They had to win.
"Come on, Aragorn. We can take 'em!" she said excitedly.
He lifted one eyebrow. "Are you sure? It's a long way."
"So toss me. Come on!"
He smiled. She put her hands up. "Hold on. Don't tell Legolas, okay?"
"Not a word," he said. He grabbed her by the back of the shoulder and threw her. With a cry, she landed in the middle of the Orcs and began slashing away. She could almost hear the heroic music playing in her head as Aragorn was right next to her. Her sword felt like it was getting heavier by the moment, but the timing was perfect.
Through a hole in the doorway, King Theoden ordered them back inside. "Aragorn, get out of there!" he yelled.
Laura saw a rope being tossed down. As she swung at a few more, Aragorn grabbed the rope with one hand and her with the other and the two of them hung there, just out of reach of the army. She grabbed the rope with both of her hands and climbed higher than Aragorn, placing her feet along the wall. She made her way to the top where Legolas was pulling them to safety.
She grinned. "That's very impressive," she said. She didn't waste any time, but assisted in pulling Aragorn up to the top with them. They had to go back inside the keep where the King and some of his men still were bracing the doors.
With Legolas' help, they found all that they could to bar the gates with. Running back and forth, Laura noticed that it was becoming lighter out. "Aragorn, the sun is rising!" she informed him, remembering Gandalf's command about looking to the light on the fifth day.
She ran to get all of the horses for the men to ride out on, since that was what Aragorn had suggested to Theoden. As she mounted Epona and Legolas mounted Arod, she wiped a bunch of dirt from her face. She took her helmet off and threw it to the floor. Waiting for the King and Aragorn to mount their respective horses, Legolas looked over at Laura. Following Theoden and Aragorn, they rode out down the bridge and into the center of the battle. It amused Laura running over Orcs. She wondered if she should count them, but decided that they counted as Epona's kills. When they got to the bottom, a spear just narrowly missed her head. They were waist deep in Uruk Hai, and it didn't seem that hopeful this time.
With a cry, she swung her sword left and right, protecting Epona and herself. She looked back at Helm's Deep, at the break in the wall. She'd been fighting there? It looked so different in morning, almost holy. She looked back up the hill, where a small white figure was on a horse.
"GANDALF!" she roared. Some of the men looked in that direction. Not taking her full focus off the battle, she continued counting her kills as an entire army of men rode down the hillside following Gandalf.
She squinted her eyes as the great surrounding white light engulfed the battle field. Laughing, she heard someone cry "Victory!"
"YEAH! Whoohoo, all right!" she cried, lifting her sword up. On horseback, they chased the remainder of the army into what she assumed to be Fangorn Forest. She grinned as the trees began moving, massacring the Orcs.
"Gandalf, it's good to see you again!" she exclaimed. Gandalf smiled warmly at her, and Shadowfax neighed.
"The battle of Helm's Deep may be over, but the battle of Middle Earth is just beginning," he said wisely.
"Yeah, yeah. But we won!" It was all over so quickly. She hadn't even realized that they'd been fighting all night long. Everything had gone super fast when she was in battle mode. "Oh man, I am exhausted. I don't know about you guys, but I've gotta get some sleep."
King Theoden glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. She hoped she wouldn't be in too much trouble for impersonating a soldier. Sleep overtook most senses, and she was able to find a nice quiet isolated spot to sleep after getting rid of her chainmail shirt.
In the amount of time she slept, she was able to see everything that Frodo and Sam had gone through since they'd parted. She saw them lost in Emyn Muil on the rocks, as they found Gollum and he became their guide. She recognized the encounter with the winged Nazgul creatures where Frodo fell almost unconscious from the pain in his shoulder. Then the two of them were captured by a man that reminded her very much of Boromir, as he took them to the city of Osgiliath. While there, it was attacked.
Frodo stood on a bridge, overlooking the city. A creature flapped its wings not more than a couple of inches before Frodo's face. Frodo didn't look himself, but held some sort of look on his face which contorted in pain. He was possessed by the temptation to put on the Ring. He took the Ring from where it hung around his neck, about to put it on again.
Laura groaned. "Frodo, don't put that ring on!" She woke up feeling like she hadn't slept at all. She took a few breaths, trying to calm herself after the dream/vision. With her head in her hands, she tried to regain her composure and choke back the tears that welled up in her throat from seeing Frodo so weak. She exited the building and went to the outer walls, where a bunch of slain Orcs still lay. The place seemed really different now that everything was calm again.
