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Deana: Yeah, I'm going to change some stuff. I noticed that! He was RIGHT THERE! It was so weird. I hope this is soon enough for you!
Unni (Kizz): Thank you! Don't be ashamed of craziness. It's an unknown treasure to be able to show your insanity. Hope you like this chapter!
weezie: I always love Legolas and Aragorn stories. Thank you for your wonderful comments. It's great to hear from a person who understands what it takes to be a dedicated writer. Thank you!
Tivione: Thank you! Yeah, the brothers and sisters would need to know about fighting, especially when living in Dol Gildur. But in my other stories I stress that. I'm not saying that his brothers and sisters wouldn't know about fighting, I'm just saying that they didn't know as much. But thanks for pointing that out!
Waking Dream: I'm glad you like my ideas. I thought it was a one-shot deal myself.....I'm even surprised it's gone on this far....Thanks!
Slivertongue: Interesting name....thank you for your comments.
Lady Lenna: MORE angst. Ok, I guess I can fulfill that wish! Glad you like it!
Author's Notes: WOW! I asked for reviews, and so they came. I think this is the most reviews I have EVER gotten. I'm sorry to admit that the chapters may be coming slower now. SORRY! In this chapter you may notice that my story strays from the original movie script. Keep in mind that, in this story, the Elven warriors and Haldir do not come to Rohan's aid. I just want you to know that so I don't get reviews wondering where that part is. I just don't think it was right that Haldir died, so I left it out.
Disclaimer: See chapters one and two for full disclaimers for this chapter.
IMPORTANT: Just a reminder, the Sindarin translations will be in after the sentences.
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Chapter Three-So It Begins
Legolas stood at the wall of Helm's Deep, watching as the Orcs and Uruk-Hai crested the hilltop in front of them. Their torches burned with the same fury as felt inside them. These enemies were out for blood.
Legolas felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Aragorn. The King's eyes were compassionate and, though they were masking it well, held a great fear.
"Legolas, I would feel it would be a great honour if you would speak to these people. They need encouragement to defeat these foes."
Legolas took a deep breath and nodded in assent.
He stood in front of the frightened men behind him. All eyes were upon him, and he knew he must speak the truth, or there would be no hope.
"Go vegil tolo hi, egor íriel firi."
"Come armed, or prepared to die." Aragorn said, translating Legolas's speech to the men.
"'Ni men hen ú veth war."
"There is no other end to this road."
"Han i vangad i moe ben bango."
"This is the price that must be paid."
"Ú i vethed nâ i onnad. Si boe ú-dhannathach."
"This is not the end, but it is the beginning. You cannot falter now."
"Dail ú-o chyn ú-danno i failad a thi; an úben tannatha le failad."
"Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none."
"Mâb le i nagor, bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel."
"The war is upon you, death moves in the fading light."
"Dorthach vi mar han? Dagrathach go hain?"
"Are you part of this world? Will you join their fight?"
"Yes!" Was the cry that answered him.
"Will you fight to the death, for you wives and your children?" Legolas said, speaking in Common Tongue now.
"Yes!"
"Mettanna! To the end!" Legolas screamed, raising his arm in the air.
"Mettanna! To the end!" The crowd repeated.
"Nurunna! To the death!"
"Nurunna! To the death!"
"Fight for glory, Men!" Legolas shouted, finishing his speech and smiling at the cheering that resulted from it.
As the cheering died down, rain began pouring down upon the warriors. The torches' flames carried by the Uruk-Hai were slowly smothered by the raindrops. Only two dozen were left burning. The rhythmic stomping of the Uruk-Hai's feet could have been heard for miles. Legolas found himself in a hypnotic state as time went by, and before he knew it, the enemy had stopped, and their leader had perched atop a rock, ready to give his troops orders.
"Archers, ready your bows!" Aragorn ordered, taking command of the Men.
The creaking of wood could be heard as nearly fifty men readied their weapons. Legolas withdrew his Elven bow and used one of his prized arrows, knowing the first shot would hold significance.
"Aim!"
Legolas centered his bow on the head of an especially ugly Orc. He closed one eye and cleared his mind, readying himself for battle.
"Hain-...di na lanc a nu ranc!" To Legolas, the words flowed easily from his lips.
As Legolas concentrated, the shrill noise of an arrow being released broke through the silence.
The arrow embedded itself in the abdomen of an enemy Uruk-Hai, who looked down in alarm at the shaft protruding from his midsection. He fell to the ground, spilling black blood: the first blood spilt in the Battle for Helm's Deep.
The Uruk-Hai were furious. They beat their armour and screamed in the Morgul Tongue. Malice filled their eyes.
The odds were not in Legolas's favour. Orcs and Uruk-Hai were known for their hatred of elves. Furthermore, they outnumbered the Men twenty to one. Despite this, Legolas held much reliance on the Men that surrounded him. He felt comforted and relieved by their presence. If they had not been there, Legolas feared he would feel more anxiety than he was now experiencing.
With his two best friends at his side, he watched as the enemy advanced. There was a great rumbling as the feet of a thousand soldiers marched upon the fortress of Helm's Deep. The Battle had begun.
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