#51 On the Brink
The sudden silence was even more unnerving than the clamour that had so shortly rent the air as the huge army of orcs amassed and Aragorn felt he could have cut the tension now pressing around him with a knife.
Men stood grim and stoic all along the high walls of Helm's Deep, bows and nerves strung tight enough to snap under the strain of a too long wait yet still he bid them hold.
A low whisper from his left had him turn his head to look straight into a pair of twinkling eyes whose hue seemed to change and darken as they caught him in their gaze and once again the fey nature of this silvan he called friend struck him when he realised they sparkled in anticipation of the battle to come.
"An auth, Aragorn. We should wait no more."
The elf smiled and suddenly turned, loosing an arrow to arc through the sky before falling to land perfectly centred in the gnarled forehead of a large goblin who had been grinning up at them from far below.
"One!" Legolas cried joyfully with an impudent grin at the dwarf standing beside him and noise flooded back into the world as battle commenced.
A/N
An auth (Sindarin) = To battle
So I have taken the liberty of having Legolas 'jump the gun' and fire the first shot here but I rather liked the idea of an impatient wood elf wanting to get on with it!
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