Disclaimer in Chapter 1 - They may yet be alive.
Nin-dethro hîn, Mellon-nin.
Chapter 14 – The Ents are going to war.
"Father!"
Théodred yelled with wide eyes as he saw a long spear an Uruk-hai had picked up from a dead man's body impale his father and King's chest. The Prince of Rohan ran towards his father and a small smile graced his lips as he watched Théoden grab a sword from the man beside him and stab the foul creature in the throat, watching as it cried out in pain and then fell to the ground below.
"Make way!" Gambling shouted as he grab the King underneath his arms, hauling him away from the black beast that continued to try and break their way through the great gate of Helms Deep. He gently placed the King against the wall and shouted once more "We cannot hold them much longer!"
A crack within the gate sounded split seconds after the King's lieutenant shouted those words. The harsh shouts from Saruman's servants grew louder as they could smell the fear from Rohan's people.
"Father, are you ok?" Théodred rushed over to his father and watched as the future King of Gondor ran towards the gate, swinging his sword high at the foul beasts.
"I am fine, my son." The King of Rohan spoke through gritted teeth.
Théodred saw how much pain his father was in and looked towards Gambling "Take my father into the Keep. Make sure his wound is looked at." When the Prince saw the lieutenant nod, he ran towards the ranger helping him kill the creatures that continued to try and make their way in.
"How long do you need?" Aragorn shouted when he saw the King walk away, with the help of Gamling, towards the Keep.
"As long as you can give us, my Lord!" Gambling answered just before the King. The man could tell his dear friend could no longer speak for the pain was too much.
Aragorn nodded at the lieutenant "Théodred!" The ranger grabbed the Prince by his shoulder and pushed him into a small door that was located just beside them. Both could hear the loud shouts and cries from the men of Rohan as they pushed forwards.
Théodred and Aragorn slowly and quietly opened a wooden door and crept alongside the walls edge. The ranger poked his head along the side, looking at the enemy that was not that far from them.
"What are you waiting for?" Théodred whispered to the ranger beside him.
"It's a long way." Aragorn looked back towards the causeway and felt Théodred shift slightly towards him, poking his own head out slowly to look at the gap between them.
"I am no Dwarf, your highness." The Prince winked with a small smile.
Aragorn narrowed his eyes and then smiled slightly at the Prince's play. "Alright. Be safe, be quick and watch your back." When he saw the Prince of Rohan nod, the ranger then turned quickly and with a cry, jumped across the gap and landed on the black beasts before him.
"Don't think you're having all the fun!" Théodred laughed as he too jumped onto the causeway, swinging his sword high and killing the evil beings before him. He quickly helped the ranger back onto his feet and continued his swings. The Prince's eyes were directed to the future King beside him. He watched with amazement as Aragorn swings were almost copies of the graceful and pure beings, who were now trying desperately to defend what was left of the defences on and below the Deeping Wall.
As the space between the gate and the two on the causeway became great, the men of Rohan from the other side carried long timbers as they tried their best to mend the gate in the short time they had. "Make way!" Men were shouting to those in front as a heavy and long timber was carried towards the great gate of Helms Deep.
Aragorn and Théodred stood back to back once more as they took turns killing the Uruks that dare come near them. The ranger swung his sword high, slashing one Uruk across its throat and then ducking a blow from another that came too near. Théodred thrust his sword into that particular Uruk and quickly pulled it out before turning in a small circle and slicing it across its throat also.
"You are good with a sword, my Prince." Aragorn ducked once more and then brought the hilt of his sword down onto an Uruks head, not having enough time to watch the beast fall down the side of the causeway. He was fortunate that none of the foul creatures had heard him shout the word 'Prince', except those who now joined the dead in wherever these foul beasts were sent, for the Halls of Mandos would surely not aloud such creatures to enter them.
"I thank you, my Lord." Théodred repeated his move that he did with his last victim "You are not so bad yourself." One stab in the foul beings chest, through its black heart, sent Saruman's servant falling to the ground. Théodred smiled slightly but wanted to throw up at the amount of Uruk bodies there were lining the causeway and the ones that were piled up from below.
Both had no time to look towards the two heavy loaded ladders that now rose slowly off of the muddy grounds and towards the top wall. Lucky enough, the March warden from Lothlórien had seen this, along with two others, Bellthandien and Raina. All three rushed towards them.
"Raina!" Haldir shouted at the Elleth as he pointed at the second ladder "Load your bow and do not stop firing! Get the men around you to kill the beast who escape your fire and tell them also to push the ladder away from the wall!"
Raina nodded, hair black hair wet from the pouring heavens above and quickly notched an arrow to her bow, shouting at the men around her the orders she had just been received.
"Bell'! Do the same with this one!" When he saw the Ellon nod and also shout commands, the March warden was thankful for the rope that laid apon the blood soaked stone beneath his light feet. He picked it up and his head shot up when he heard the black speech of the foul creatures as they cried, falling towards the ground before them, crushing those in the ladders path.
"One down!" Raina shouted and she ran over to help Bellthandien as he was having more trouble with his then she had with hers.
The Prince of Rohan and the future King of Gondor still continued their deadly dance as they killed the beasts that still ran towards them on the causeway.
"Aragorn! Théodred!" Both outside the gate heard a voice from inside it but neither turned for they feared such a thing would cost them greatly. "Get out of their!"
Once the ranger had finished with his kill he turned to see the King's lieutenant's face in a small gap that was left on the gate. Soon the face disappeared as the gate was completely sealed by the hard wooden timbers.
"Aragorn!" Haldir called from above the wall and threw the rope down towards the ranger and Prince.
"Théodred!" Aragorn yelled to the Prince and both quickly grabbed the rope, slowly being pulled up from the ground before them.
Rohan's Prince was shocked at the sheer strength one Elf could possess. No living man could lift two beings on their own.
Haldir grabbed the ranger's arm and pulled him over the wall, with the help of some of Rohan's men holding the rope as he did such a thing. Once the March warden was sure enough that Aragorn was safe on the wall, he reached for the King's son and helped him too over the wall, placing him back down on the stone floor.
"We need to pull everyone back." Théodred said as he saw yet another ladder slowly make its way towards the wall where he stood. When he saw two nods come from each Haldir and Aragorn, he turned to his people and shouted "Fall back!" His voice was almost drowned out by the noise the foul beast were making "Fall back!" The Prince shouted once more and the Men and Elves that still lived began to make their way back into the safety of the Keep behind them.
Soon, all Men and Elves were running between each other trying to get into the Keep as the gates of Helms Deep broke open, the Uruks ran in with all speed and killed those that were in their path.
Those, who still had courage in their hearts, kept their final stands and killed the foul creatures that got too close to them, Elven archers quickly loaded their war bows and quicker than any eye but their own, released the feathered shafts and killed all those that were in their path with deadly precision.
Helms Deep had been breached.
There was only little victory left for Rohan's people.
"I still do not understand…Why we are to go to the south…Towards Isengard." Treebeard sighed as the small Hobbit apon his shoulder had told him to turn towards the tower of Orthanc, the home of the white Wizard, Saruman.
"Like I said before Treebeard; if we go south, we can slip past Saruman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm." Pippin smiled down at his old but wooden friend, although he never saw the smile on the Hobbits face.
Merry looked up at his cousin, still narrowing his eyes with anger and confusion. The confusion directed at Pippin as he tried to think of what his cousin was thinking and the anger at Treebeard and the Ents for not doing anything to help in the war except to just walk around their forest as if nothing was happening to the world they lived in.
"And as I have said before; you are very small." Treebeard gave a huge roar of laughter which made both Hobbits jump and then laugh also. The Ent gave a long sigh as he finished his laughter "I remember the many animals…That used to live here within my woods."
Both Hobbits stopped laughing and looked at the tree they were on. "What do you mean?" Pippin questioned. The youngest Hobbit looked around and indeed, he saw no animal around. He had no idea why. He had never thought about it since now.
"Animals no longer walk and run through my forest because of the black magic that has…Spread across these lands." Treebeard explained "Sauron's power is rising and…The animals no longer feel safe. They have fled to much more protected grounds. Like those of the two Elven realms, Lothlórien and…Imladris."
"What about Mirkwood?" Merry this time questioned.
"Mirkwood!" Treebeard exclaimed "Mirkwood is far more dangerous than any other wood on Arda. It's filled…With wargs and huge spiders. Surely you know of this?"
"Aye, we do." Pippin whispered and then looked at his cousin.
"I forgot. Forgive me." Merry also whispered. How could he forget such a tale that he was told numerous times by Bilbo, Aragorn and Gandalf?
"There is nothing to forgive, little Shireling." Treebeard said as he continued his walking towards the tower of Isengard. The night's skies moon's rays could be seen through the trees now and both Hobbits knew they were close to the borders. "Now…Let me tell you of the animals. Many sparrows sung and…Played within the high branches of my friends. I had a little…Family of them once; their nest has long rotted away like the others."
Merry and Pippin looked towards the trees as they slowly grew thinner and the light become brighter. Treebeard's voice still sounded in their ears but soon their hearts were filled with fear and sadness as they saw what was beyond Fangorn Forest's southern border.
"And those little family of field mice…" Treebeard seemed to not pay any attention to the scene before him as the memory of the field mice was still in his old mind "…And they used to tickle me awfully. They were always trying to get somewhere where they…" The Ent suddenly stopped and stood so still that it scared both cousins apon his branches.
Treebeard blinked as he looked at the landscape before him. Thousands apon thousands of Trees were gone and only their stumps were left. Smoke rose from half of the ones that were left and the ground showed no life within it. The oldest living creatures in Arda looked from left to right. Nothing seemed to be living.
Nothing.
"How…" Treebeard started but the words died off of his wooden lips. No sounds could be heard except the breathing of the three beings that now stood in the shortened southern border of Fangorn forest. "Many of these trees were my friends." The Ent was able to say these words as anger built up inside. The sadness was still their but tears could not bring his friends back. "Creatures I had known from nut and acorn."
Nothing could bring them back.
Pippin looked down at the Ent "I am sorry, Treebeard." The Hobbit apologised for a thing he did not do.
"Why are you sorry, little Hobbit?" Treebeard questioned, his eyes slowly began to water as tears slowly worked their way through them, clouding his vision. "They had voices of their own." The Tree continued and then his old and wise eyes locked onto the black tower of the White Wizards home. He narrowed his eyes and growled "Saruman. A Wizard should know better!"
Merry and Pippin felt Treebeard shake, the small amount of leaves the Ent had shook with the still winds and soon both Hobbits placed their hands on their ears as the Ent breathed in and cried out; the sound echoing across the dead plain and throughout the forest behind.
"There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men…for this treachery." The tree still growled, the anger rising and rising, almost never stopping.
Pippin turned and faced the left, looking at the forest before him. The tree tops moved the slightest. It was amazing considering there was no wind. "Look!" Pippin called down to his cousin "The trees! They're moving!"
Merry did and his eyes widened in the same amazement "Why are they going?" He asked, already knowing that it was the Ents that were moving and not some illusion playing in his mind.
"They have business with the foul creatures this…So called ally, has created." Treebeard spoke, not once looking away from the fire that rose from inside the walls of the white Wizard's home. "My business is with Isengard tonight with rock and stone."
Merry slowly looked around behind him. Eyes still wide, he looked at the hundreds of Ents that now made themselves known to the three of them in the dead clearing. Low soft growls could be heard along with a soft and gently song, almost one sounding like the Elves back in Lothlórien. The eldest cousin smiled and whispered "Yes." Finally, they were about to do something to help in this war.
"Come, my friends." Treebeard finally tore his eyes away from the tower of Orthanc and looked at the Ents that now stood along beside him. "The Ents are going to war." The Eldest creatures finally took a step forwards, waving its wooden hands for its friends to follow. "It is likely that we go to our doom…"
Pippin gulped and held onto Treebeard's branches, readying himself for the battle that was about to begin.
"…The Last march of the Ents."
"Okay, on three." Elrohir said softly to the three Elderly men and two small boys as they had their hands underneath the Prince of Mirkwood's back. "One…" Elrohir nodded faintly and then shouted "Three!" And then the men and boys, along with himself, lifted the wood Elf off of the Stalagmite that had pierced him from the fall.
Legolas cried out when he was freed and then placed gently onto a stretcher. His healing sleep had been interrupted by the sudden pain that he was forced out of it. Some would deem this dangerous but considering the state he was in, it needed to be done.
Elrohir, along with his brother, quickly knelt beside their trouble-making friend and looked at the hole within the archer's body. He quickly placed a cloth over the wound as blood poured from it. "This is going to take months to heal." Elrohir sent to his brother.
"Aye. I do not think he will be able to continue like this." Elladan replied back, fearing the worst for his friend. Legolas was far too pale, and his breathing was becoming slower and thus would eventually stop altogether.
Elrohir nodded and then looked over towards Gimli and Éowyn. He was glad that the Dwarf was awake and the help the maiden had brought along with her. One old healer was tending to Gimli, who had a sling to hold his broken arm in place, while two tended to the Ellon that had just been freed from under the rock.
"How are you going to fix this, Gwador?" Elladan asked as he could not tear his eyes away from the cloth that was now soaked through with the mixed Elven blood of their friend. The eldest twin gave his thanks to an old man that had returned with several cloths. He took them all and then held one out to his brother.
Elrohir took it with a small smile and then quickly changed them, wanting to stop the blood from flowing quickly. "We will need to move him."
Before Elladan could reply, Gimli called weakly "Is he going to be alright?" He coughed harshly and moaned at the pain it brought.
Elladan faced the Dwarf and then back at his brother for an answer. He himself could not find the right thing to say for he was not skilled in the arts of healing but as soon as he saw his twins face drop, his long Ebony locks hiding his eyes, Elladan's heart skipped a beat. The eldest twin faced the Dwarf and shook his head.
Gimli's eyes widened and he quickly stood, not regretting the pain that suddenly shot through him and the dizziness that came to his hazel eyes. The small being could feel warm hands on his shoulder, supporting him and Gimli looked up at the Lady of Rohan.
Éowyn smiled, not wanting to talk and slowly helped Gimli walk over to his dear friend.
Gimli knelt, rather painfully by Legolas side and noticed his breathing was getting slower each time he took in a breath. Tears sprung to his eyes and he forced them back as he did not want the Elf to die in such a way. Ever so gently did Gimli placed one hand on the Prince's brow and gently wiped away the sweat that had formed there "Now, listen here Elf." Gimli spoke quietly but it drew the attention of both sons of Elrond and Éowyn. "Is this how you want to die?"
Surprisingly, Legolas slowly opened his eyes and Elrohir quickly placed another cloth on the wound in his body. The Prince looked at the Dwarf through heavy eyes lids and smiled slightly, hiding the pain that such a simply movement made.
"I do not want us to be parted this way." Gimli looked deeply into the Elf's eyes and saw the deep pain and suffering he was experiencing. "I have just made a great friend, one who I hope will see the ending of my time for you are not supposed to die, my friend."
Elladan and Elrohir couldn't help but smile at the Dwarfs words for such a friendship should be rewarded. Since the history between Elves and Dwarves had always been one of bloodshed and jealousy, mostly towards those of Mirkwood because of King Thranduil, who did not help the Dwarves of Erebor against the dragon Smaug. This friendship, between one of the children of the thirteen, who defeated the Dragon and the son of the King, was highly unlikely but they seemed to have fooled almost every race on Arda.
"I…" A weak, soft voice sounded from the injured Elf below "…I am…Sor…ry…Gimli." Legolas gasped as the pain was unbearable.
"What are you sorry for Elf?" Gimli tried to stay strong but those with Elven eyes could see he was on the verge of breaking down.
"For…Ev…erything." The faint glow finally faded from Legolas' from and the heavy eye lids began to shut.
Gimli's eyes widened "No!" He shouted and took the Prince of Mirkwood's shoulder within his small hand, being careful not to use his broken one, shaking him gently. "Do not die! You cannot die! What would your father say, huh, Legolas?!" No reply "Please!" Gimli pleaded, tears finally escaping his eyes "You cannot die! You mustn't!
Elladan and Elrohir's own eyes glistened with tears as they watched the Dwarf's attempt to re-awake their now still friend. Elrohir buried his head within his brother's chest as tears escaped his eyes "Why is it always him?"
"That is something I cannot answer, Gwador." Elladan stopped his tears from showing, not wanting to appear in such a weak state in front of others. He placed a hand on his brother's head and looked at the still archer on the ground before him. He furrowed his brow slightly as he remembered something. "Gwador, do you remember that time when Legolas was found poisoned and we feared for his life because Ada had no antidote for it?"
Elrohir wiped away his tears and lifted his head from his brother's chest, looking deep into his brother's eyes as he tried to understand what Elladan was thinking. "Yes, but why does such a thing…" A cry from Gimli made the youngest twin turn and face the Dwarf, the sadness and pain that were in the Dwarfs eyes was too much for any being to have to endure.
"Well, remember the time when he was like this but suddenly something…Happened." Elladan watched as his brother furrowed his brow and then saw him quickly face him once more.
"He will not do the same thing again. You know this." Elrohir spoke loudly this time which drew the attention of all those around, except for the one's helping with Sidhion.
Gimli furrowed his brow at the twins as he had just realised their silence until now. "What? Who won't do the same thing again?" Gimli asked, wiping his tears and letting go of his still and silent friend.
Both sons of Elrond ignored the Dwarf and Elladan continued "I do not believe it, Gwador. He will always help him. He has too. No. He must."
"But…"
"What are you two talking about?!" Gimli shouted losing his patience with both twins. He felt a gently hand on his shoulder but he did not look up at the face of the fair maiden, Éowyn.
"Legolas." Elladan shrugged and smiled at the enraged, saddened Dwarf, hope written all over his face.
Before Gimli could answer, a flicker of light flashed over Legolas' still body and this time it drew the attention of all those around. Suddenly, a ball of light came out from the Prince of Mirkwood's body and flew to a wall on the opposite side of the cave they were in.
Elladan grabbed his sword and stood, being careful of his sprained ankle, pointing the blade at the light that hovered by the stone and began to grow in width and length. "He's here, Elrohir." Elladan called down to his brother and saw Elrohir stand beside him, his own blade drawn.
"Éowyn, get the people close to you." Elrohir spoke, his voice shaking the slightest "Gimli, draw you axe and stay where you are." Gimli unhooked a small throwing knife "Whatever you do, friend, do not move."
Gimli nodded and watched as the light began to take some sort of shape. Soon features could be seen and all those around gasped in horror at the sight.
Through the faint gold light that surrounded the body, hair as dark as the midnight could be seen as well as eyes as deep as any abyss and clothes that were the colour of dark shadows against the moon's pale light.
"What has my dear little Princeling got himself into this time?" The being smiled at the twin sons of Elrond as he walked towards them and the Prince of Mirkwood who lay on a stretcher, blood soaking it from the hole in his body.
"He was impaled…" Elladan spoke first, fear gripping his body as he watched the dark yet light figure walk towards them, stopping a few feet in front. "…When he fell, with the rest of us, from the explosion above." The eldest twin explained to the smiling being.
The being raised his hand and placed it on Elladan's cheeks, watching as the eldest twin slowly shut his eyes and opened his mind. "So, that is indeed the truth. I feared you were lying to me, son of Elrond."
"I try but because of your presence it is hard to." The eldest growled and felt the cold yet warm hand fall from his face.
"Now, are you going to let me see to him or are you going to let him die here and now?" The smile never left the beings face and both twins; weapons still held tightly in their hands, moved aside and let the dark being through to help their friend. The being knelt beside the Prince and his smile widened "This would be funny if not for the consequences, my sweet Princeling."
Gimli gulped, his eyes as wide as they could get. The being looked familiar and the dark aura that surrounded the figure was intense. Before Gimli could speak, the very words Elrohir whispered made him almost run with fear.
"Just heal him, Sauron."
"No, it cannot be!" Gimli thought, his mind going in circles as he looked at the Dark Lord in front of him. His grip around his small throwing axe grew and the fear grew also.
Sauron laughed at the younger twin and faced both sons of Elrond "I like to take my time, sons of Elrond, but if that is what you wish, I will comply." With that, Sauron turned back to Legolas' body and placed one hand on the Prince's forehead and the other on the hole in his mid-section. Soon, a black shadow grew over the Prince's body, engulfing it completely.
All eyes inside the cave were on the dark Lord and the large shadow that covered the Elven Prince's body. Ever so slowly, did the shadow disappear and reveal the still pale looking Prince.
"There." Sauron sighed, a small smile growing on his now tired face. "He is alive and the wound has been partially closed." The dark Lord turned and faced both twins behind him "All you need to do is stitch the wound and then let him rest for two days but knowing my little Princeling, it will take a day maybe before he will be walking again." The Lord explained and then stood, never taking his eyes of the twins of Elrond.
Both twins said nothing but nodded instead. Elrohir slowly and cautiously walked over to Legolas, kneeling and then asking Gimli to fetch a needle and some thread. The Dwarf still sat and it was Éowyn that handed it to him, already in her hand just in case the youngest twin needed it before Sauron had appeared. Elrohir took the needle and thread and began to sow the wound shut, a slight moan could be heard and the young twin smiled slightly with joy. It soon faded as he knew what was about to happen and thus shut his eyes tightly, stopping all his movements.
Elladan continued to glare at the dark Lord and watched as Sauron walked closer to him. Elladan could feel the warm breath on his face and then a cold hand on his neck. He closed his eyes and waited for the hand to tighten.
"Obedient as always." Sauron laughed and then squeezed Elladan's neck tightly, joy flicking in his eyes as the eldest son of Elrond gasped for air and clawed at the cold hand. "Be still." The Lord growled, annoyed that Elladan kept squirming within his hold. Soon a faint glow covered Elladan's form and the light was slowly absorbed by Sauron, who, once again, had a smile apon his face.
Sauron heard the cries from the woman and men along with the small boys as they watched the Elf being strangled to near death. The dark Lord finally let go, dropping the half-Elf to the cold ground.
Elrohir re-opened his eyes at the soft thud he heard and sighed as he continued re-stitching the wound in Legolas' mid-section.
"I thank you for that, son of Elrond. Make sure he lives." Sauron pointed back towards Legolas whose breathing was now stable "If he doesn't, I will kill both of you first."
Elladan placed a hand to his throat and breathed, coughing slightly from the air he sucked in too quickly. He watched as Sauron walked back towards the Prince and instead of a golden glow, a pure black shadow enveloped him and gently floated towards the Prince's form, slowly descending and burying itself within Legolas' soul but just before it compeletly disappeared, the two twins eyes widened and hope began to show within them as they head a soft whisper from the Lord.
"Maybe Men will win this time."
Elrohir sighed with relief when the orb finally disappeared "We must move him somewhere else." Elrohir spoke through the thick silence that had descended apon them. Two elderly men came forward and picked up either side of the stretcher. "Show us the way, Éowyn." The youngest twin said as he helped support his brother of the ground and walked softly towards the maiden.
Éowyn nodded and placed her hand on Gimli's shoulder, being careful not to place it on Gimli's broken one. "Let us go, Gimli. I am sure they will tell you everything afterwards." When Gimli nodded, Éowyn took a flaming torch from one of the small boys and began to lead the wounded out of the cave section where they were.
Two more elderly men carried the Elf, Sidhion while Larien walked beside him. The healer had told her that the Elf may not be able to walk again for his legs were crushed by the rock that had landed on them. Larien did not care though. She loved him and would care for him no matter what.
Soon, the group was within the main section of the caves beneath Helms Deep and many whispered at the new comers as well as gasps from those who saw the two Elves on the stretchers.
Elladan glanced down at the Prince beside him and then turned his face towards his brother "It is dawn, Gwador-nin."
Soon, cries could be heard from women and children who shouted "They're breaking in!"
Elrohir's little hope he had left, faded and he looked towards his brother whose face had fallen with defeat. The youngest twin watched as the stretchers were placed on the ground beside him. He quickly called to those who were willing to help to find herbs, water, blankets and cloths as he tried his best to fix both Prince and Lord.
Suddenly, a loud horn blown was sounded from above.
The old man that had carried Legolas on the stretcher looked up and smiled, tears glistering his eyes as he muttered...
"The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep...One last time."
Aragorn rode on top of Brego as he cut down as many Uruk-hai's as he could. He rode beside Théodred and behind him was Haldir, also slashing at the foul beast beneath them. King Théoden lead the charge, apon his own steed as all thirty trusted warriors trampled the Uruk-hai's as they tried to ride out into the plains in front of the fortress.
Those who did not have a steed stayed behind and protected the entrance to the caves with their very lives. They did not have to worry, for many of the Uruks never came their way for the foul beasts were far too concentrated on those who trampled their way through, almost wanting death to arrive quickly.
The King and his men, along with his son and future King of Gondor made it down to the causeway and heard the horn sound one last time and all give a war cry as then each swung the swords to the sides of the steeds, slicing the throats of many beasts as well as throwing them over the side and hitting the ground hard below.
The morning sun had finally broken through the black clouds that once hung above Helms Deep. By now the King was in the middle of the black hoard, killing all the Uruks that dared get in his path. Aragorn and Théodred joined the King, each stopping their mounts and killing those around them.
Aragorn movements began to slow as he heard the white Wizards voice within his head "Look to our coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east." And so Aragorn did just that. He looked towards the great hill before him and a smile formed on his face. There, at the top of the hill, beautiful white doves circling the skies above, stood a brilliant white horse and on top was the pure white figure of the face he had wanted to see for many days now. "Gandalf." The ranger whispered.
The horse reared and neighed loudly which drew the attention of all of the beings and creatures at the bottom of the hill. The Uruks looked up in fear and none moved as they felt themselves trapped in the slow movement of time.
"Théoden King stands alone." The white Wizard looked gravely out at the deadly battle before him.
"Not alone." Éomer smiled and it soon disappeared as his eyes became one's that held great hate towards the foul creatures of Saruman the white. The rider unsheathed his sword from his belt and raised it high into the air "Rohirrim!" Thousands apon thousands of horse men backed up the marshal of the Riddermark and the Wizard on his brilliant white steed. "To the King!"
Gandalf and Éomer rode beside each other as they descended down the great hill towards the foul creatures of Saruman. The thousands of horse men followed them down, not fearing death for they needed to protect their King and country along with those they loved and cared for.
The Uruks formed a line and brought down their spears, waiting for the riders to be impaled by them. As the riders of Rohan got closer, a bright light flashed into the Uruk-hai's eyes and blinded each one. This made them drop their foul weapons and before they had the time to pick them back up, hoofs met with their bodies and soon many were trampled to death by the amount of riders that fell apon them.
As the battle raged on, the numbers of the foul creatures grew less and when the sun shone brightly through the grey clouds, this was then, did the Uruk-hai's turn and flee for the safety of the trees at the far end of the plains of Helms Deep.
Éomer rode ahead and swung his sword high "Stay out of the forest!" He shouted and watched as many of his comrades obeyed and slowed their steeds down to a halt. "Keep away from the trees!"
The King watched with horror but also relief as they trees began to move and cry out to each other. Shouts of pain could be heard from the black beasts from within as the tree's crushed them into the ground beneath. Théoden sighed and closed his eyes "It is over." He whispered. He then turned his steed and faced his loyal friends and riders as he shouted...
"It is over!"
"We've lingered here too long." Frodo whispered fearfully to his dear friend beside him. The brown haired Hobbit quickly got up and ran away from where he previously lay but then realised that his dear friend wasn't following. He could understand why Sam wasn't as they both, along Gollum who had now disappeared, watched hundreds of men suddenly get ambushed by a volley of arrows. Each falling quickly and meeting their deaths.
"Come on, Sam." Frodo called to his best friend. He suddenly turned but bumped into something instead. Frodo looked up at the man and saw his faced covered in a green cloth. A hand grabbed his wrist and Frodo struggled to get free from it.
"Oi!" Sam shouted as he reached for his sword, raising it into the air as he ran towards the man. He did not realise the man at his right knock him to the ground.
The man picked Frodo up and he threw the young Hobbit also to the green earth. A sword was placed under his chin and the Ring-bearer looked towards his friend and saw the same sword but different person doing the exact same thing to him.
"Please!" Sam shouted raising his hands as they both meant no harm what-so-ever. "We're innocent travellers!" Sam explained.
"There are no travellers in this land." A man come forward, his hood still apon his head but did not cover his face. Sandy blonde hair could be seen as well as dull blue-greyish eyes, stumble surrounding his chin, jaw line and upper lip. "Only servants of the Dark Tower." The man looked down towards Frodo, narrowing his eyes at the Hobbit.
"We are bound to an errand of secrecy." Frodo glared at the man "Those that would claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us."
"The enemy?" The man questioned as a disgusted smile graced his lips. "His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem." The man looked down at the deathly still man who had an arrow lodged in his back. He placed a foot on the dead man's side and rolled the still body over "You wonder what his name is…Where he came from…And if he was really evil at heart."
Frodo looked down fearfully at the dead body and watched as his dear friend did also. Why must they be laid with bad luck every day?
"What lies or threats let him on this long march from home?" The man turned back towards the two small beings and with a flick of his wrist, those who had the swords placed on the beings, sheathed then and hauled them both, none too gently, of the floor, securing their wrist with pieces of cloth.
"War will make corpses of us all."
Another long one! Very sorry I keep you all waiting. I hate the wait too but I do have important things to do as well…Although this is far more important than any of them! ;D
I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I spent 10 hours on it this time! :o So tired! D:
There is nothing! o.o
Reviews; (Sorry if they are really simple…I'm just so tired!)
XxKicking Your AxX; HERE IS FARAMIR! FINALLY HE IS HERE! Thank you! :D About the Elvish language, there is a site called Fantastic site to know all sorts of words etc :D
ArwenElf16; 10 hours this time! :o Thank you and I tried not to but I did work hard! Hope you liked this chapter? :3
Jasperslittlesister; Thank you and thank you ;D I hope this was soon enough for you? :)
Calemireth; Sauron is here as promised ;D Ahaha thank you! ;)
Why. So .Serious96; I knew you would like that bit :') Thank you and thank you again, mellon :L xxx
Nardhwentheelf; BECAUSE I LOVE LEGGY! ;D Thank you and everyone is alright :p Don't worry :D xx
LightsCDark; That is good then :D Yeah, that chapter took so long to upload, sorry about the little wait :/ Sauron did indeed pop up and save him ;) I think it's the cutest thing ;D Thank you, I will try!
BrightWatcher; YAY! I love making people happy! :D I am glad they were excellent :3 I am also glad that orange hair works ;') Ahahaha Thank you for giving him back to me ;D
Exotic Nightmare; That is okay! I forgive you :D I have found him and he is about to get a slap from me ;) Thank you!
Major kel; :O!I hope this was quick enough! :D
Nightrunner144; Thank you and I will try! :D
Faramir!
Faramir: Ah, hello Sophie ;-;
*Slaps*
Faramir: Ow! Why did you do that for?
Because I have spent so many days looking for you!
ArwenElf16: *Slaps*
Faramir: OW! Don't you slap me too!
Don't lock Gandalf in your closet and then run away! -.-
Faramir: *Cries* :'(
Stupid ranger! *Slaps again*
Elrond: Can I go home now?
"Let's hunt a ranger" has been completed. Thank you to all those that helped ;D
Namarië!