It took a while for everyone to get ready to charge out. I sat down on a bench inside; Legolas had bandaged my arm, which had been sliced by an orc. The pain was soon going away, but I seemed to notice nothing. All that mattered to me was that I could stay alive a little bit longer. I wasn't ready to give up, neither was anyone else.

Aragorn came up to me, looking into my eyes. I knew what he was going to say.

"No," I said before he could speak.

"Alisa, you must, you cannot ride out with us," he explained.

"And why not," I asked.

"Because…"

"I am a girl," I said interrupting him, "if I must remind you Aragorn, you made me go on this journey, so I must finished it." I walked away up to Legolas, he looked down at me, but I could see no emotion on his face. The horses where brought to us, Legolas helped me up on mine, and then Legolas went up on his right next to me.

"Are you ok," Legolas asked, as he noticed the look on my face.

"Sure, I rode a horse a few times in Gondor, this should be easy," I explained,

"Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds await. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red dawn!" King Theoden yelled. This was it; this was the time I would prove to myself, I could do anything. Gimli blew the horn, and the orcs started to pound on the door. Then finally they broke through.

"Forth Eorlingas!" the king yelled. Then we went out, the horses running into the orcs. I had to hold on tight with my left hand, my sword in my right, hitting any orcs that came near the horse. Then we broke out to outside, where hundreds of orcs, humans and elves lay dead, and more still alive. We rode out to the bridge; fear of my horse falling off of the edge came over me.

I was behind Legolas, who killed orcs as they came by, I also did the same. I got cut a few times on my arms, and across my face. Blood poured from my forehead into my eyes. I looked up ahead, to see Aragorn had stopped and was looking at something. I also stopped my horse, and saw Gandalf up on the eastern ridge.

"He made it, we are saved," I whispered to myself. Then more men appeared, and all hope came rushing back. It seamed as if everything was running in slow motion when Gandalf and his men came running down the hill. Orcs around us ran off to fight the new arriving men.

The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened.

Gandalf jumped into the pile of orcs, killing those around him. Aragorn, King Théoden and others also started killing orcs again, and so did I. The battle lasted a few more hours. More death on the orcs then on us. Then finally the battle that had lasted a day, the battle that many had spilled blood for was over.

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you.

I ran to Legolas and jumped into his arm, hugging him and and spun me around and then put me down. I smiled up at him, finally happy, we had won the battle of Helms Deep and everyone I loved was alive. Gimli came up to us and I also hugged him to. He jumped back surprised, but then laughed. looked at Aragorn who hugged Eowyn, then turned to look at me, and a smile spread upon his face.

Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something. That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

"Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness." Gandalf explained. The two hobbits, my friends Frodo and Sam, hopefully they would make it out alive. Hopefully I would see everyone again, and hopefully life would go back to what I was use to.

We had gone back to Helms Deep, much work was to be done. Men began to move dead bodies away to be buried. I sat down on some steps outside, watching everyone. So many deaths, so many lives gone, I watched as men carried a young boy away. He looked to be so young, but now he was dead. Tears started to fall from my eyes. I had been lucky this time, because Legolas had been with me, but what about other times? Would I be that lucky?

"Alisa, are you alright," someone said, as they sat down next to me. I looked at Legolas, sitting next to me.

"No," I said, looking a head, as bodies where being carried away next to me. "So many, dead, so many so young."

"We had to have everyone fight or we would have lost," Legolas explained.

"I know," I sighed, "but so many."

The afternoon sun was shining above us, the look of hope and victory was held on everyone's faces. Women walked around, crying, searching for the ones they had lost. Other women ran to their men hugging them, never wanting to let them go. I saw the look of love on their faces, they had each other, and I wanted someone. That someone was sitting right next to me. I looked at Legolas, his beautiful face, his eyes that told me nothing bad would ever happen again.

"What are you thinking about," he asked.

"You,"

"Me," he asked, a smile spreading upon his face.

"Yes,"

"And what about me are your thinking," he smiled again, his face lighting up, but before I could answer him Gimli came running up.

"You hear yet Alisa, I won, I beat you and the elf with eighty seven orcs killed." He laughed.

"That's good Gimli,"

"So Alisa, how long you staying with us," Gimli asked.

"To the end…"