I awoke still on the battlefield. An Orc corpse lay on top of me, holding me down. The sun was just rising over the hills and a horn was blowing nearby. I suddenly spotted a pure white horse rearing up atop a hill. Upon this animal's back was Gandalf. Behind him were Eomer and the other men WormTounge had banished. They charged down the hill with Gandalf leading them. An almost blinding light came up behind them. All I could do was lie under the ruble watching in wonderment. I began to worm my way out from under the dead Orc. After a few minutes of struggling I had my arm free. I touched my hand to my head and it was just as I feared, blood. I tried to cover the wound with my hand but the crimson liquid continued to spill from my head. I squirmed some more and in a few minutes I was freed from the Orc body. I just layed there upon the ground, wondering what to do. I suddenly remembered insert name here. Panicking, I tried to stand but my legs gave way beneath my and I fell to the ground. I began to crawl when suddenly an icy cold hand gripped my throat. I chomped down upon it with my teeth. The Orc's grip loosened but did not release me. It was the Orc which I had stabbed. He must have been half dead from my dagger, for only his hand moved. I could barely breathe as my neck was squeezed harder and harder. I reached franticly for a weapon but couldn't do more then place my finger tips on the blade of a small sword. I desperately reached for the sword until finally I was able to grab it by the blade. As I pulled the weapon toward me the sharp metal dug into my skin. Ignoring the pain in my hand I continued to drag the sword along the ground until I could reach the hilt, grasping it I tried to lift the sword to slay the Orc but had no strength left. All of my hope faded and the world began to go black around me. I then remembered something Aragorn had said once, "When there seems to be now hope left, you must continue on for the hopeless", and with that in mind I mustered up a last bit of strength and brought the sword down upon the Orc. After I pried his dead hand off of my neck I began to crawl until I came to the spot where insert name here had fallen. He still laid there, his pale face was not a very reassuring sign. I gently stroked his bloodstained hair away from his forehead. "Why did they make you fight?" I thought to myself. He was........dead! Despair pierced my heart like an arrow dipped in poisonous venom. I felt sad and lonely, like I was the only living thing on earth. All of my hope was gone, I was alone in the universe. Then a tear fell from my eye, the small crystal of water landed upon his brow. He then let out a small groan! I was so happy that tears fell freely from my eyes, I then smiled. It felt so good as my lips curved up into a wide grin. I leapt to my feet and began to dance! My legs felt like rubber and blood still spilt from my head, though I did not care! I was too happy to even notice! Tears gushed from my eyes and I laughed. Oh, how good it felt to laugh again, for I thought that I may never get to laugh again. I was so overcome by emotion that I fainted! I awoke in a room with the other wounded, that is where I am now. My head is bandaged and I have a large scratch on my cheek but that is basically all the injury I received. The healer says that insert name here will be just fine thanks to me, I also found out that the Uruk I killed was a commander and was going to lead enemies into the glittering caves. I am a hero! I am so happy, yet I cannot erase the memories of death and despair of the battle field. This book is almost full, only two pages remain. I must think about what I will write in these few pages that I have left. But for now I must rest.