Hey there guys! Well, here's the final chapter for The Two Towers! Hope you all enjoy and I'll be back in a few days to a week with the beginning of Return of the King!

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Dinosaur Imperial Soldier – I think you mean Eomer not Elmer lol and they will be in this chapter.

MajesticLunicorn – You're very welcome. I will admit, I did think about what to do with him, but then I thought that I couldn't kill him off. Not after what Faron has been through, I couldn't do that to her.

War is About to Begin

As morning comes, everyone, apart from Théoden and Gamling, is running around, trying to find anything and everything we can use to barricade the door as the Uruks try to break down the door.

"The fortress is taken. It is over." Théoden calls out to us, sounding as though he has given up.

Aragorn turns to him. "You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it. They have died defending it!"

After helping Legolas brace the door with a bench, I walk over to the three men.

"Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?" The King and Gamling remain silent.

"Is there no other way?" I ask again, desperate for an answer.

Gamling looks to me. "There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many."

Aragorn grabs him by his shoulder.

"Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance!"

"So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?" Théoden asks, still losing out on hope.

The Uruk-hai continue trying to break the door.

"Ride out with me."

Théoden and I turn to face Aragorn as he says this.

"Ride out and meet them."

"For death and glory?"

"For Rohan. For your people."

"The sun is rising." Gimli suddenly says as he joins us.

Looking up to the window as the sun rises and I suddenly remember Gandalf's words.

"Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East."

Aragorn and I look look at each other and grin, hope getting restored, even Théoden is finally feeling it again.

"Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep, one last time."

"Yes!"

Gimli runs off, running towards where the horn is kept. Théoden places a hand on Aragorn's shoulder.

"Let this be the hour when we draw swords together."

Aragorn raises his head, pride and determination set in his eyes. Théoden pats my shoulder before sending off for our horses to be brought into the hall. We all mount our horses, the doorway clear as the Uruks still pound on the door.

"Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red dawn!"

That's when we hear the horn blow just as the doors give in.

"Forð Eorlingas!"

We all let out battle cries as we ride out, riding through the horde of Uruks that have gathered by the door and the courtyard, slaying any in our way before riding along the walkway, fighting our way through as Gimli continues blowing the horn.

Suddenly looking up to the East, I smile as I see Gandalf on the back of Shadowfax.

"Gandalf. . ." I hear Aragorn gasp out from beside me.

We share a grin before watching as someone else appears beside the wizard. I smile as I recognise Èomer. At his shout, more horses suddenly appear.

"Èomer!" Théoden exclaims happily.

"To the king!" Èomer calls out.

Gandalf and the Rohirrim then charge down a hill to Uruk-hai, who now turn their attention to the approaching army, pointing their spears at them, but are then blinded when the sun rises. The horses charge right into the Uruks and the fight continues.

The tide turns thanks to the arrival of the second army and the Uruks soon retreat up on over the hill the Rohirrim appeared. Riding behind them, we stop on the hill as we see them running into a line of trees that have suddenly appeared, knowing they weren't there before.

"Stay out of the forest! Keep away from the trees!" Èomer shouts as he rides along in front of us.

As the Uruks run into the forest. It groans and sways. Horrible sounds emerge. Squeals from the Uruks and roars from the trees. It's then I realise they are the trees of Fangorn Forest. Something must have really angered them if they travelled all this way.

Knowing that the Uruks have finally been taken care of, and the battle won by us, we all return to the Keep and go inside. The women and children are let out and I notice Èowyn and Aragorn embracing one another.

Walking into the room assigned for the Healing Halls, I stop at just how many were injured during the fight, many many more killed, their bodies strewn around outside. Walking through, I find Haldir laid out on a blanket on the ground, free from his armour and bandages around his waist. As he sees me, he tries to rise up, but I rush over and gently push him back down.

"No, don't try to get up, Muindor, you're still healing."

He settles back down before reaching up to touch my face, his thumb gently wiping some blood from a cut on my right cheek.

"You're alive. . .thank the Valar. . .I could not stop worrying for you."

I smile at him. "And I you. When I saw what that monster was about to do. . .I was so scared I could not reach you in time. . .that I could not save another. . ."

He smiles sadly, knowing I'm referring to Fili and Kili's death.

He places a hand on my neck and pulls me down so my forehead presses against his in the traditional way dwarves show affection to one another. I close my eyes and choke back a sob, knowing that despite his still – somewhat – hatred of dwarves, he would do this for me.

"But you did, and you saved me. Now, because of you, we have all the time we want to catch up and the lost time, just like we promised to do before."

I smile as I pull away and kiss his cheek. "That we do."

I stay with him for a few more minutes before leaving, allowing him to get some more rest.

Walking out into the destruction, I go to the large courtyard at the back and see Gimli sitting on the body of an Uruk, smoking his pipe. I walk over as Legolas approaches him.

"Final count: fourty-two."

"Fourty-two?! That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish Princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on fourty-three."

Legolas suddenly draws his bow and shoots Gimli's Uruk, the arrow hitting a few inches short of Gimli's private area.

"Fourty-three."

"He was already dead."

"He was twitching."

"He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!"

Gimli wiggles the axe handle, making the Uruk twitch. I just smile and chuckle as I walk over.

"What is it that no matter the race, all males have to have competitions such as this?"

"All in good fun lass, just to see who is the stronger. There's no harm in it." Gimli says with a grin.

"Yes, well I already suffered enough breaking Fili and Kili apart when they said 'there's no harm in it.' I'm not breaking you two apart."

They both chuckle as Legolas turns to me. "How is Haldir? Aragorn told me he got stabbed."

"He's fine. He's resting at the moment, along with the others who were injured as well."

"How soon until they'll be able to leave? Lothlórien is quite a trek." Gimli states.

"They'll be leaving in a few days, give the healing process time to start. With their injured, it should take a few weeks to a month, maybe a little longer until they reach the woods."

They nod.

"Speaking of injured." Legolas begins before he reaches out to me.

My body freezes slightly as he gently places a hand on the right side of my face, his thumb gently and ever so lightly runs across the cut I received barely an hour ago.

"Have you seen a Healer yet?"

I slowly shake my head. "No, I'm fine. Just this scratch and a slight bump to the head. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow slightly with worry. "Slight bump? Faron, I saw you fly through the air and hit the ground. That wasn't a slight bump."

"I'm fine, Legolas. No lasting damage, I promise."

He looks me over for a few moments before nodding. "Alright. But any change, make sure you get looked at, alright?"

I nod and he looks me over again before nodding to both of us and leaving. I keep my sight pinned to where he was, my hand subconsciously reaching up to touch my still warm cheek. I can feel my heart racing like a herd of wild horses.

Hearing someone clearing his throat, I drop my hand and look to the dwarf to see him grinning at me teasingly.

"What are you looking at?"

"Is there something you want to tell me? Should I be having words with the Elvish Princeling?" he asks as he stands by my side.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I answer as I walk off with him following.

"Mhm. Sure you don't. And you give that dreamy, faraway look for just anyone do you?"

"Gimli, just drop it, okay? Mahal, I'm starting to regret having brothers."

He guffaws, making a few people look over, but we ignore them. "Just be thankful Fili and Kili aren't hear to tease you also."

I just smile, agreeing to this, but also secretly wanting that good hearted teasing from them. Gimli just pats me on the back before we help out with the cleaning up.

Later that day, I ride up the hill with Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Théoden, Èomer, Gamling and a few more men as we look in the distance towards Mordor, the sky black and orange, lightning flashes like streaks of fire.

"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."

As I keep my gaze on Mordor, not for the first time, I silently pray to Mahal and my father to keep Frodo and Sam safe. Wishing them to reach that dreadful place, drop the Ring and leave still in one peace so they can return home.

There we have it. Shorter chapter than usual, but hopefully you all enjoyed it. I will be back soon and please keep your lovely reviews coming!

Translations;

Muindor - brother