Disclaimer: I honestly don't know why I bother write disclaimer when all of you know that I only assimilate the story and borrowed the characters from it.

Author's Note: Long live fanfiction! I like to twist the story I liked into my imagination. But don't blame me if I have author's block over my brain or something which will delay this fic updating. Live is so good—when you don't have any problem anyway. Oh well just ignore my ramblings and get unto the story. This chapter has been edited by Allyana

Scene Three

The Orcs' Assault

Doran ran hurriedly from tent followed by Weldren and the trio from another world. They saw the camp were assaulted by the orcs.

Harry watched as Doran raged at what had happened. "Stand back! Prepare to counter-attack! Form line!" he shouted. The rangers followed his instructions and stood together in place. "Damn, they attacked while we were not prepared and some of us went hunting," he cursed.

"Harry! Watch out!" Remus warned. Sirius threw himself to Harry and made them roll on the ground. The arrow that imbedded itself on the ground would have striked him if Sirius hadn't hurled him.

"Watch out, pup. You don't wanna die here!" Sirius got him up and prepared his wand. Harry snapped out of his stupor and followed his action.

"You alright there, lad?" asked Doran concerned. Harry could only nod. "Good, you'd better prepare yourselves because we can only protect ourselves," he warned them.

A couple of orcs were coming to their way. "Prepare the arrows!" the archers got on their own positions. "Fire!" they let loose the arrows from their bows. Some of the orcs went down, but the uninjured ones kept coming.

"Harry! Remus! Prepare the shield charm!" Sirius commanded. The two complied with him. Their hearts raced as they saw the ugly creatures swarming to the camp. Fighting Death Eaters and Voldemort was one thing, but fighting a bunch of monsters who looked very much like walking corpses or rather called as zombies was another thing. And to make it worse they didn't just stay on their place like zombies, instead they could run and carried frightening spears and axes.

"Prepare your swords!" shouted Doran when he saw the orcs marching too close to get good aims. He drew his sword from its sheath before looking back to them. "I hope you know how to use a sword."

"Remus and I can, but not Harry. But wands will be more than enough at this time."

"I hope you're right." He turned and observed the orcs intently. His eyes widened when he saw two trolls were coming there too. "There are two trolls with them, shoot them! Aim on their eyes and hearts!"

"Trolls?" Harry quickly scanned the area, searching for the new threat. And it was true. Right behind the orcs, two trolls were waving their bludgeons madly, thrashing the camp on their way. One of the arrows apparently stroke right into one of the bigger troll's right eye. It let loose an unearthly howl of pain. Unfortunately, it only made the troll angrier. It was battering everything on its path, including its own comrades. And it was coming to them very fast.

"Stupefy!" a red light shoot out of Remus' wand catching the attention of all. The spell was aimed accurately, but it was only slowing the troll down.

"Once more, at three!" Harry took the command. "One. Two. Three. STUPEFY!" At the same time, Sirius and Remus fired. The troll slammed down to the ground, staying there, unmoving. For some time, both sides weren't moving even an inch, too shocked to do so. But then, one of the orcs—apparently their leader- shouted something they didn't understand and pointed his iron spear to the three.

"Uh-oh!" Sirius winced. It seemed they would be their first targets. "Incendio! Tallantalegra! Stupefy!" he quickly flicked his wand followed by the young wizard and the moon creature.

"Expelliarmus! Confundo! Protego!" Harry yelled after an arrow almost hit him again if not for the shield charm.

"Engorgio! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" the sound of an orc being slammed into a big tree snapped all the rangers except Doran who had already regained his wits much faster than others. (This part is a bit confusing.)

"CHARGE!" all of the rangers on the camp unsheathed their swords, spears, or axes, pushing the magic happening into the back of their mind to concentrate on the battle. Harry and co. also plunged into the battle trying their best not to be killed by the swarm of orcs.

For an hour and a half, the longest hour Harry had ever felt (lived), he didn't know just how much curses he had sent to the Sauron's servants. He, Remus and Sirius made a circle, back to back, among them to heighten their chance to raise their life expectancy.

Unfortunately when he was careless an orc came by and slashed its lance and pierced the surface of his right arm. Harry hissed in pain and tightened his grip on his wand. He ducked to avoid another slice and rolled his body on the ground. Out of reflex he caught an unused bloody sword from the ground and quickly stood again. With his left arm he plunged the sword to the orc's back right into its heart making it scream in pain before slumping to the ground beneath it. This was his first kill, but he didn't have the time to ponder it since he had to prevent himself being buried six feet under the ground afterwards.

Harry was panting heavily by this time. Sweat and blood smeared his cloak. His goddamn glasses blurred, making it hard for him to see clearly. Not to mention his arm was bleeding heavily which made him dizzy the longer he stayed on the battle ground. He was exhausted, whether it was his magical power or physical. His legs and hands trembled at being overexerted. He almost lost his grip at his wand, but he managed to keep it with his strong will.

"HARRY!" yelled Sirius apprehensively. He caught his godson's body when it almost fell to the ground. He could clearly see the blood seeping from the cloak, not even the blackness of the cloak could hide the fact that he was bleeding. "Hang on there, pup! Remus, come over quickly! Harry is hurt. We've got to get out!"

"Sirius… watch out!" was Harry's weak warning when he saw an orc charging them. Remus, seeing this, quickly sent a burning spell to the orc much to his friend's thanks.

Suddenly he was pushed by Harry who intercepted an arrow. "Arrghhh!" Harry felt his shoulder burning as the arrow pierced his shoulder. His wand was laying on the ground when he smashed the earth.

Sirius turned from his position to see the orc stood above Harry, preparing to kill the boy-who-lived-who-might-soon-die with its huge axe. A sinister smirk was encrusted its face. Sirius could only let out a silent scream as he watched the scene in a slow motion.

Harry's pained face as he watched the ugly orc smirking evilly. The axe would have found Harry's (the boy's) head if not for the spell from the ever (fast) thinker Remus Lupin, which casted off the axes from its holder to Remus' hand making the orc's eyes widen. Harry saw his chance and lifted his unscathed hand, which was the left and pointed it toward the orc, forgetting that he didn't carry his wand.

Harry cried out as he imagined himself getting out of the battle alive and going back to his world with Sirius and Remus. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" the silver mist which came out from his left fingertips quickly formed the shape of a stag. Prongs stabbed the orc in front of him (with his antlers) shortly after he entered the battle scene with his antler. He charged the orcs who came too close to his master and killed them. Harry winced as he tried to ignore the throbbing of his shoulder when he pulled the arrow out. If he was breathing heavily before this, now it was very hard to breathe. His vision was completely blurred and he was panicked to say the obvious. Sirius and Remus hastily came over to him. Remus shouted to his friend to guard them while he tried to at least heal the wound. In his panic, Sirius let out his knowledge of Dark Arts he got from his family who forced him to learn it when he was a child.

Remus wiped off his sweat nervously. Prongs vanished the moment Harry lost his consciousness. He concentrated himself on the healing spell. He wasn't a healer like Pomfrey, but he was sure as hell that he wouldn't let Prongs junior die as long as he was still alive. For the next half an hour, Sirius battled with the horde of orcs. Sirius concentrated all of his magic to build a dome to shield them from the onslaught. He dropped on the ground on his knee, too exhausted to stand.

Not long after he built the dome, the sound of horse's trots echoing through the battle. The rangers were delighted by the arrival of the reinforcements. The orcs were slowly diminishing as many of them were slaughtered by the rangers. Some of them managed to escape to the forest but most of them were killed. When there was no orc anymore on the field, cheers erupted from all humans.

But that didn't mean that it became calm. Doran shouted to some of his friends to fetch healing herbs and and help the the injured ones. Everyone was busy helping others. Sirius with his last strength flicked his wand and the dome disappeared. After that he finally collapsed.

Doran approached his guests and saw that they were not well too. "What happened?"

"Sirius was exhausted and unconscious for now, but not in immediate danger." Remus said without glancing at him. "Harry's right hand was bleeding heavily and his shoulder was pierced by an arrow. He lost a lot of blood. I tried to heal him, but I am not a healer."

"Wait a moment, he was pierced by THAT arrow?" The ranger asked disbelievingly as he picked the arrow.

"Yes, why?"

"This kind of arrow is poisoned by the orcs. Some of my friends died not long after those pierced them. He should have been dead by now!" he looked over the wound on his shoulder worriedly. "When did he get it?"

"Half an hour ago, I think."

"What! And he's still alive?""

"Do you think he can survive this?" he interrupted.

"Doran stared at Remus' tired eyes before replying. "I'm not sure. The chance is slim. The poison is too potent for a human to handle it."

TBC……………

Yay! I finished the chapter. Do you think it was enough to make your blood boiling. Or do you think that there wasn't enough action in the fic? To tell you the truth it is rather hard for me to write this battle scene, you know… So I hope you at least appreciate it.

Thanks for the reviews you gave me, guys. Allyana, Angel the Devil's Daughter, Drusilla, Kara, Larail, Padfoot n' Moony, Prd2bAmerican18

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Larail: …Actually I don't think about making any kind of romance when I started to make this story at all. Oh and I don't have LotR books at all. I only copied the history of middle earth and the maps… You meant that Tolkien actually made a new language just for a story! Holly… I wonder how long it took for him to write LotR. When I read about the history of middle earth it was so complicated. Oh well… I don't think I'll learn the elven language just for making this fic … maybe only a few phrases

Hope you like this chapter although it is shorter.