Chapter 12. The Attack on Gondor.
We were stationed around the wall and were looking at the army approching us.
"Pip." Merry's frightened voice started.
"Yes Mer?" I asked looking into his scared eyes.
"Whatever happens, don't leave me." I felt tears rise into my eyes and threaten to spill over.
"Okay Mer, we'll see the Shire again." I swore. He nodded and hugged me. I teared up thinking that this could be the last time I ever hugged my cousin.
"Merry." Eomer stood there looking at us tears shinning in his eyes as well. "We are sappose to be stationed near the gate the elves stand here."
"You mean I can't fight with Pip?" Merry's eyes widdened in shock.
"No, I'm sorry. Come along." Now I could fell the tears falling down my cheeks.
"Come on Pip, be brave, for me." he put his gloved hand under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. He turned and followed Eomer.. I felt a hand on my soldur and turned around.
"Avo nallo." 'Don't cry." Trin nealed next to me and wiped the tears off my cheeks. I nodded and we took our places on the wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. They got rather close to the wall and I could hear the faint cry of "FIRE!" from the enemy.
Huge rocks flew through the air crushing everything in it's path. We ducked to avoid getting crushed by the rock.
"NAUR!" 'FIRE!' Trin shouted sending rocks in the enemy's direction as well. Orcs were crushed and several elves let out cheers seeing the orc's blood stain the ground.
On comand from Gandalf we loaded our bows and fired at will. One by one the orcs fell where they stood. Why don't they attack? A voice in my head asked. Then I saw the trolls. The pushed protected ladders to the wall.
"THE TROLLS! GET THE TROLLS!" Gandalf yelled while galloping to the Rohirrim.
Merry and I made breif eye contact and his horse went with Gandalf, they were going to attack by horseback. That's how I heard they won the battle of Helm's Deep.
We contenued to shoot the trolls but only one died. One of the huge ladders was right in front of my area. We put our bows away and drew our long swords. When the first orc came over the ladder we were ready.
As it leaped over the edge I shoved my sword into it's chest. Instantly black blood covered my arms. My gold gloves changed to black and the orc collapsed. I yanked my sword free.
I saw Trin slicing off the head of a rather large orc and went to help him. We stood back to back slicing the throats or in my case chopping off legs.
We went further into the city and started helping the men fight. One man had two orcs advancing to him and one that was attacking from behind.
We shot them and he tipped his helmet in gratatude.
We smiled and looking around I saw that the young captain of Gondor was nowhere to be seen. We ran to the courtyard and saw Denethor carring his son Faramir on a streacher. Trin and I looked at one another then figured out what was happening.
"No!" I whispered as we raced to the doors. They locked before we could get in. Leaning against the door I heard the crazy man say. "Light a fire in our flesh."
My eyes widdened. "He's going to burn Faramir alive!" I said urgently to Trin who didn't understand a thing I had just said but heard the fear in my voice. He drew his dagger and cut off the lock, why didn't I think of that?
We both shoved the door open and shot in. Fire leapt around the two men.
"Ago, Faramir!" 'Hurry, Faramir!" I dashed after him as he shoved Denethor to the ground. I pushed Faramir off the burning wood.
I quickly tried to put the fire out with my bloodsoaked gloves. I felt hands close around my throat and saw Denethor trying to choke me.
"YOU WONT TAKE MY SON!" he screamed. Trin tried to get him off and did. He shoved the stewerd out of the way but the man tripped over me and fell into the fire. The man screamed and burnt to death.
Trin crouched next to Faramir. "Gaw harno?" 'What happened?' I asked.
"Ho aun harn ei auth." 'He was wounded in battle.' Trin said softly. "Here, help him, give him medicine." I told the Gondorian guards. They nodded and gathered around him.
"Ti ammen maeth." 'Let us fight.' Trin said as he ran out the door. I followed only to be greeted by hundreds of orcs. The only other people there were a few elves.
We went to help. At least ten orcs raced up to us. We fought for I don't know how long. One very large orc with a sword in one hand a cruel knife in the other rushed up to Trin. It raised it's sword as if to strike the elf's head. Trin blocked the blow with his sword but then the orc jammed the dagger into his chest.
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We were stationed around the wall and were looking at the army approching us.
"Pip." Merry's frightened voice started.
"Yes Mer?" I asked looking into his scared eyes.
"Whatever happens, don't leave me." I felt tears rise into my eyes and threaten to spill over.
"Okay Mer, we'll see the Shire again." I swore. He nodded and hugged me. I teared up thinking that this could be the last time I ever hugged my cousin.
"Merry." Eomer stood there looking at us tears shinning in his eyes as well. "We are sappose to be stationed near the gate the elves stand here."
"You mean I can't fight with Pip?" Merry's eyes widdened in shock.
"No, I'm sorry. Come along." Now I could fell the tears falling down my cheeks.
"Come on Pip, be brave, for me." he put his gloved hand under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. He turned and followed Eomer.. I felt a hand on my soldur and turned around.
"Avo nallo." 'Don't cry." Trin nealed next to me and wiped the tears off my cheeks. I nodded and we took our places on the wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. They got rather close to the wall and I could hear the faint cry of "FIRE!" from the enemy.
Huge rocks flew through the air crushing everything in it's path. We ducked to avoid getting crushed by the rock.
"NAUR!" 'FIRE!' Trin shouted sending rocks in the enemy's direction as well. Orcs were crushed and several elves let out cheers seeing the orc's blood stain the ground.
On comand from Gandalf we loaded our bows and fired at will. One by one the orcs fell where they stood. Why don't they attack? A voice in my head asked. Then I saw the trolls. The pushed protected ladders to the wall.
"THE TROLLS! GET THE TROLLS!" Gandalf yelled while galloping to the Rohirrim.
Merry and I made breif eye contact and his horse went with Gandalf, they were going to attack by horseback. That's how I heard they won the battle of Helm's Deep.
We contenued to shoot the trolls but only one died. One of the huge ladders was right in front of my area. We put our bows away and drew our long swords. When the first orc came over the ladder we were ready.
As it leaped over the edge I shoved my sword into it's chest. Instantly black blood covered my arms. My gold gloves changed to black and the orc collapsed. I yanked my sword free.
I saw Trin slicing off the head of a rather large orc and went to help him. We stood back to back slicing the throats or in my case chopping off legs.
We went further into the city and started helping the men fight. One man had two orcs advancing to him and one that was attacking from behind.
We shot them and he tipped his helmet in gratatude.
We smiled and looking around I saw that the young captain of Gondor was nowhere to be seen. We ran to the courtyard and saw Denethor carring his son Faramir on a streacher. Trin and I looked at one another then figured out what was happening.
"No!" I whispered as we raced to the doors. They locked before we could get in. Leaning against the door I heard the crazy man say. "Light a fire in our flesh."
My eyes widdened. "He's going to burn Faramir alive!" I said urgently to Trin who didn't understand a thing I had just said but heard the fear in my voice. He drew his dagger and cut off the lock, why didn't I think of that?
We both shoved the door open and shot in. Fire leapt around the two men.
"Ago, Faramir!" 'Hurry, Faramir!" I dashed after him as he shoved Denethor to the ground. I pushed Faramir off the burning wood.
I quickly tried to put the fire out with my bloodsoaked gloves. I felt hands close around my throat and saw Denethor trying to choke me.
"YOU WONT TAKE MY SON!" he screamed. Trin tried to get him off and did. He shoved the stewerd out of the way but the man tripped over me and fell into the fire. The man screamed and burnt to death.
Trin crouched next to Faramir. "Gaw harno?" 'What happened?' I asked.
"Ho aun harn ei auth." 'He was wounded in battle.' Trin said softly. "Here, help him, give him medicine." I told the Gondorian guards. They nodded and gathered around him.
"Ti ammen maeth." 'Let us fight.' Trin said as he ran out the door. I followed only to be greeted by hundreds of orcs. The only other people there were a few elves.
We went to help. At least ten orcs raced up to us. We fought for I don't know how long. One very large orc with a sword in one hand a cruel knife in the other rushed up to Trin. It raised it's sword as if to strike the elf's head. Trin blocked the blow with his sword but then the orc jammed the dagger into his chest.
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