They stood on the walls at Helm's Deep watching the great army advance.
Anarrima stood with Legolas and Gimli and the other Elven warriors on the
north side of the wall. She held her bow in hand and looked out in the
distance. She had fought the evil Sauron before at Osgiliath, but this was
different. There were no more reinforcements coming to their aid. Legolas'
words had finally begun to set in on her mind; 'Three hundred, against ten
thousand.' How could they survive such odds? No one spoke a word, but only
watched and waited. Small twinkling lights appeared and Ana could feel the
ground below shake under her the feet of the Uruk-hai army. Aragorn walked
up and stood behind Gimli looking out over the land, his sword drawn and
ready.
"Well lad," the dwarf began, barely able to look over the top of the wall, "that luck you live by, let us hope it lasts the night."
The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled as the army marched ever closer over the plains of Rohan. Legolas held his bow tight as the lightning reflected off the distant shields. "Your friends are with you, Aragorn."
"Let's hope they last the night."
Ana turned to Legolas and smiled, trying to lighten the tension as much as she could. "I have a little proposition for you both upstanding male warriors." She then pulled her hair up and fastened it, still smiling.
"And what would that be, mylady?" the dwarf inquired with interest.
"I can kill more of those nasty, vile, ugly creatures marching towards us than you both... combined." She smiled smugly and returned her gaze forward.
"Is that a fact?" Legolas smirked and looked over to Gimli. "I believe that is a challenge, my friend. A bold challenge might I add." Rain began to fall from the black sky above, pounding on their armor.
"Shall we accept this bold proposal of hers Master Elf?" Gimli looked up at Anarrima and smiled.
"We shall," he replied as the raindrops dripped down his face.
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The army stood before the fortress, reeking of evil and hate. They seemed to go for miles and miles. They held giant flags bearing the White Hand of Saruman, the noises they made could chill even the strongest heart of the bravest warrior. Great ladders could be seen carried. Anarrima's silver eyes focused on the front line, examining each weak point in their armor and the certain way they held their weapon. "Their armor is weak under the arms and at the neck."
Gimli was jumping up and down trying desperately to look ever the wall. "I can't see! What's going on?"
"Shall I describe it to you?" Legolas smirked "or would you like me to find you a box?" Both Gimli and Anarrima laughed. Anarrima's hair was dripping and her tunic was soaked. She wondered if Dimrost was safe within the caves with the other horses. She wondered if she would even see the sun rise the next day. Even if she did not survive the night, she would die knowing she was fighting side-by-side with the people she loved the most. Sauron was looking for the Ring... and her, but if somehow he did find her, she'd be darned if she would go down without a fight. She drew her bow and placed an arrow against the string as the first wave of Uruk-hai advanced.
Suddenly all went a blur. "Tangado a chadad! [Prepare to fire!]" Aragorn ordered and the elves readied their bows. Ana's teeth clenched and pulled the arrow back.
"Leithio i philinn! [Fire the arrows!]"
Orcs fell before the wall and elves and men fell from the wall. More came and charged over the dead orcs.
"Anybody hit anything?" Gimli asked holding his axe ready for them to flood over the wall. "Send them to me. Come on!"
Arrows flew through the air. The battle was becoming fierce. Anarrima spotted something and shouted, "Pendraith! [Ladders!]" Ana counted to herself as she let each arrow fly from her bow... "10... 11... 12... 13."
The orcs climbed up the ladder and over the wall. Ana put her bow back on her back and drew her daggers, ducking and parrying then slashing. "24... 25... 26..."
"Legolas!" Gimli shouted to the elf, "two already!"
"I'm on seventeen!" Legolas responded after pulling his dagger out of the head of an Uruk-hai.
"I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!" Gimli took his axe and swung it at two orcs charging at him, killing them instantly.
"Nineteen!"
Below near the wall's deepening drain Anarrima could see one of the Uruk- hai carrying a giant explosive to the small opening in the wall, then another. Running out of the huge army was an orc carrying a torch. 'They're going to blow the wall.'
"Togo han dad, Legolas! [Bring him down, Legolas!]" She called to him. Legolas spotted the orc, pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot the retched creature, but to no avail. " Dago hon! Dago hon!!!" Still the creature stayed on his feet. The orc dove into the drain... then all went silent.
"Well lad," the dwarf began, barely able to look over the top of the wall, "that luck you live by, let us hope it lasts the night."
The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled as the army marched ever closer over the plains of Rohan. Legolas held his bow tight as the lightning reflected off the distant shields. "Your friends are with you, Aragorn."
"Let's hope they last the night."
Ana turned to Legolas and smiled, trying to lighten the tension as much as she could. "I have a little proposition for you both upstanding male warriors." She then pulled her hair up and fastened it, still smiling.
"And what would that be, mylady?" the dwarf inquired with interest.
"I can kill more of those nasty, vile, ugly creatures marching towards us than you both... combined." She smiled smugly and returned her gaze forward.
"Is that a fact?" Legolas smirked and looked over to Gimli. "I believe that is a challenge, my friend. A bold challenge might I add." Rain began to fall from the black sky above, pounding on their armor.
"Shall we accept this bold proposal of hers Master Elf?" Gimli looked up at Anarrima and smiled.
"We shall," he replied as the raindrops dripped down his face.
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The army stood before the fortress, reeking of evil and hate. They seemed to go for miles and miles. They held giant flags bearing the White Hand of Saruman, the noises they made could chill even the strongest heart of the bravest warrior. Great ladders could be seen carried. Anarrima's silver eyes focused on the front line, examining each weak point in their armor and the certain way they held their weapon. "Their armor is weak under the arms and at the neck."
Gimli was jumping up and down trying desperately to look ever the wall. "I can't see! What's going on?"
"Shall I describe it to you?" Legolas smirked "or would you like me to find you a box?" Both Gimli and Anarrima laughed. Anarrima's hair was dripping and her tunic was soaked. She wondered if Dimrost was safe within the caves with the other horses. She wondered if she would even see the sun rise the next day. Even if she did not survive the night, she would die knowing she was fighting side-by-side with the people she loved the most. Sauron was looking for the Ring... and her, but if somehow he did find her, she'd be darned if she would go down without a fight. She drew her bow and placed an arrow against the string as the first wave of Uruk-hai advanced.
Suddenly all went a blur. "Tangado a chadad! [Prepare to fire!]" Aragorn ordered and the elves readied their bows. Ana's teeth clenched and pulled the arrow back.
"Leithio i philinn! [Fire the arrows!]"
Orcs fell before the wall and elves and men fell from the wall. More came and charged over the dead orcs.
"Anybody hit anything?" Gimli asked holding his axe ready for them to flood over the wall. "Send them to me. Come on!"
Arrows flew through the air. The battle was becoming fierce. Anarrima spotted something and shouted, "Pendraith! [Ladders!]" Ana counted to herself as she let each arrow fly from her bow... "10... 11... 12... 13."
The orcs climbed up the ladder and over the wall. Ana put her bow back on her back and drew her daggers, ducking and parrying then slashing. "24... 25... 26..."
"Legolas!" Gimli shouted to the elf, "two already!"
"I'm on seventeen!" Legolas responded after pulling his dagger out of the head of an Uruk-hai.
"I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!" Gimli took his axe and swung it at two orcs charging at him, killing them instantly.
"Nineteen!"
Below near the wall's deepening drain Anarrima could see one of the Uruk- hai carrying a giant explosive to the small opening in the wall, then another. Running out of the huge army was an orc carrying a torch. 'They're going to blow the wall.'
"Togo han dad, Legolas! [Bring him down, Legolas!]" She called to him. Legolas spotted the orc, pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot the retched creature, but to no avail. " Dago hon! Dago hon!!!" Still the creature stayed on his feet. The orc dove into the drain... then all went silent.
