A/N: Sorry if that last chapter was kinda boring, but by the time I got to the Battle of Helm's deep, it was already pretty long, and I didn't want to end the chapter in the middle of a battle. On the upside, we start this one off with a bang! :D Enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but Íverin...and some strawberries with cream. :3

It seemed like we had stood in the darkness for hours, waiting. I stood next to Legolas on the front lines, with the rest of our elven comrades. Gimli stood next to us, though he was in an unfortunate spot for someone of his short stature.

A dark mass, darker than the black ground, with torches flickering here and there, moved towards us. They were close enough now that I could make out the dents in their hard, cruelly made armor. Each and every Uruk-Hai bore the White Hand of Saruman somewhere on his armor or body.

I stood with my hands on the edge of the rock wall, surveying the enemy before me. Legolas reached over and put a firm hand on top of mine. "You frightened?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. I am just anxious, as I am with every battle I will ever take part in."

He gave my hand a squeeze. "You will be all right."

Gimli was growing tired of standing behind a wall for so long, with naught but the top of his helmet peeking out over the stone. "Ya could've picked a better spot!"

From the heavens there came a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder, and before I knew it, rain started pouring down, soaking through my clothes. Saruman's army stopped, and began to pound the giant spears they carried into the ground, taunting us.

"What's happening out there?" Gimli complained, trying to jump up so he could properly see.

"Shall I describe it to you?" Legolas asked, smiling. "Or would you like me to find you a box?" Gimli laughed in response.

Aragorn gave the command to raise our bows. My muscles were tensed, and I resisted the urge to just jump down there and strangle them all for teasing us. Suddenly, someone from far down the wall let go, and the arrow sunk deep into the neck of an Uruk in the front. The rest of them stopped pounding their spears and stared at him. All was deathly quiet.

"HOLD!" Aragorn shouted in Elvish. The Uruk groaned and fell to the ground with a thud. Those that were surrounding him roared in anger. The leader, who stood atop a large rock in the battlefield gave a loud cry, and the army of Isengard charged forward.

"Prepare to fire!"

I fitted an arrow to my bow and aimed at one, waiting for the command to fire.

"Their armor is weak at the neck...and beneath the arm," Legolas said. I shifted my aim slightly.

"Release arrows!" Aragorn cried. I let mine go, and it hit the Uruk right where I'd aimed it.

"Did ya hit anything?" Gimli asked. I smiled and nodded. The men of Rohan let loose a volley of arrows as well, and I watched as the monsters fell, one by one. But thousands more came up behind them. I shot again, hitting another Uruk in the neck. Again our enemies fell, but again more came running up behind them.

"Hand 'em to me, come on!" Gimli exclaimed.

The Uruk-Hai began to fire back, and some of the elves surrounding me were hit and fell to their death.

"Ladders!" I heard Aragorn shout.

"Of course!" Gimli groaned.

I watched as a tall wooden ladder was hoisted up against the wall with ropes. I continued to shoot at the Uruks as they began to climb.

"Swords!" I shot one more enemy before I whipped out my blade, glinting in the moonlight. One of the ladders came up right in front of me, but Gimli reached out and swung his axe, knocking the brute down before he could hit us. Another crawled up and started swinging, wiping out several elves nearby. I ran up and cut off the arm holding his sword.

"Íverin!" Legolas shouted, and he ran up beside me as he killed off one. "Stay with me!"

"I will!" I stabbed one in the chest, then kicked another aside and cut his side. I heard a roar, and whipped around to see one of them coming up behind me with his blade held high. I ducked to my right and ran my sword through his stomach. Uruk after Uruk came up, and I killed every one of them.

I heard Gimli shout for us. "Legolas! Íverin!" He raised his fingers. "Two already!"

"I'm on seventeen!" Legolas called back.

"Twenty!" I replied.

"Ah! I'll have no pointy-ears outscoring me!" With that, he raised his axe and hit an Orc in the midsection, bringing him down. Legolas shot me a look.

I smirked. "What? Got a problem with a girl being better than you?" I laughed as I punched another one. Whipping out one of my knives, I turned and stabbed another in the nose, then shoved him aside.

Legolas started shooting at each one that came up to the top of the ladder near us. "As a matter of fact, I do!" he joked. "Nineteen!"

"Twenty-three!" I stabbed another. One of the ladders fell down, but two more were put up in its place.

Gimli counted aloud as he knocked some off the wall. "Seventeen!...Eighteen!...Nineteen!...Twenty!"

It wasn't until then that I noticed a great host of the Uruk-Hai, shielded on top and in front, were slowly but surely making their way up the stone walkway that led to the gate. I shot at one, and he fell. "They're coming up to the gate!" I screamed. Several fighters around me started shooting at them, too. I turned around again, only to see a fist coming straight for me. Not being able to react in time, I took it to the shoulder, stumbling backwards.

"Hey!" Legolas screamed and jumped in front of me, stabbing him before he could come any closer. He reached down and helped me to my feet.

"Thanks," I said, and ran through another beast to my left with my blade. As I moved closer to the wall, something else caught my eye. A path had been cleared in the sea of Uruk-Hai, and two of them were carrying a large spiked metal ball to the drain at the base of the Deeping Wall. "Helm's Deep's one weakness..." I said to myself. I shot a them, but missed and hit one of them that was standing off to the side instead. They left, and another pair with the same type of weapon came up behind them, but they also failed. I shot again, and knocked one down as they were coming back. He fell to the ground.

From the crowd emerged now a single Uruk, carrying an explosive in his hand. The fuse was running short. I shot at him too, but missed.

Apparently Aragorn saw him, too. "Bring him down, Legolas!"

The tall, blonde elf was struggling with an Uruk. I finished off his opponent. "Go! I'll cover for you!" I growled as another beast came up to me, and cut off his head. Legolas hit the Uruk with the explosive once, but he did not go down.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Aragorn cried.

Legolas shot him one more time, and he looked like he was about to die, but at the last second, he tripped while running over the body of the Uruk I had killed. He hit the wall, and I tackled Legolas to the ground as the wall exploded. Dust and dirt rained down on us, and I heard the screams of both Elves and Men as they were thrown into the air.

I jumped up and pulled Legolas up with me. Water gushed out of the gaping hole in the wall, and Uruks went charging in. At the same time, the enemies reached the gate, and brought forth a long wooden battering ram to break through.

"Aragorn!" I looked up and heard the cries of Gimli as he ran right off the edge of the wall and landed on the Uruk-Hai, buying him time. My cousin got up and ran back, readying himself to fight again.

I reached out and grabbed Legolas's arm. "Should we go down there?"

"Of course! Come on!" He grabbed a shield nearby and slid it down the rain-slicked steps, jumping onto it and riding it like a professional, shooting several Uruk-Hai on the way down, finishin it off by jumping at the last second and slamming the metal into one's chest. He then quickly stabbed another in the face with his knife and kicked him aside.

I followed him down the steps. "Not bad for a prince," I smiled. I stabbed another enemy that was coming up behind us.

"Thank you. I try," he replied. Together we fought at the foot of the stairs for awhile, slaying anything evil that came in out path. Every weapon I had was slick with black blood.

And then I heard the order. "Pull back to the Keep!" I grabbed Legolas's arm and pulled him up the stairs behind me. We ran past Haldir, and just as we did, I heard a slash and a gasp, and I turned around to see Haldir fall to his knees, having been sliced straight down the back by an Uruk. "HALDIR!" I screamed, stopping dead in my tracks. I made to charge towards him, but Legolas pulled me away.

"No!" he shouted. "You cannot save him now! We must go!"

Unwillingly, I obeyed, running to the Keep. Ducking behind a wall, I looked up at him. "What now?"

"We fight more," he said simply. He ran off again, and I chased him. We ended up back outside on the outer wall, where the enemy was sending up even more ladders, now bursting with Uruk-Hai already clinging to them. Legolas reached for his bow and shot at the ropes holding one up, snapping it in two. The ladder tipped and fell backwards, and we smiled as the Uruks screeched from below as they were smashed.

Suddenly, I saw Aragorn and Gimli down outside the gate, fighting fiercely, but wearing down. The Uruk-Hai would surely overwhelm them soon. "Legolas!" I cried. "Get them out of there!"

He nodded and tossed a rope down to them. "Aragorn!" Turning to me, he said, "Help me pull them up!" We both grabbed the rope and yanked, slowly pulling our comrades to safety.

Once their heads appeared over the top of the wall, I grabbed them and helped Legolas lift them over. Aragorn nodded in thanks and looked at me. "You don't seem very tired at all, cousin!"

I gave a confident grin. "I could go all night." I looked back at Legolas as Aragorn and Gimli ran off elsewhere. "Well, what are you standing there for? Let's go!" I turned and ran off in the opposite direction, along the edge of the wall, with Legolas right behind me. A huge Uruk jumped in front of me, and I stabbed him and kicked his leg to get him down. But just as I did so, another one jumped out from the side and grabbed me by the neck, lifting me into the air.

"What's this?" he sneered. "A prissy little elf-girl, thinking she can fight?"

"I'll have you know," I hissed, "that the reason that most of your friends here are lying dead on the ground is because of my blade."

He growled and tightened his grip on my throat, bringing his weapon up. "I'm gonna have fun killing you!" I twisted and kicked, but could not get out of his iron grip. I couldn't breathe.

"LET HER GO!" Legolas shouted, and punched him in the face. The Uruk roared in pain and dropped me on the ground. I gagged, catching my breath and groping for my knife.

Now the Uruk turned on Legolas. "Another one? You fragile folk need to learn your place!" With lightning speed, he swung his sword ferociously. Legolas ducked, missing it once, and tried to stab him, but missed.

I shakily stood on my feet and blinked, steadying myself. A sharp cry of pain rung in my ears, and I snapped my head up, my mouth opening in shock. Legolas was on all fours on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. His arm was bleeding badly. He raised his head to look at his attacker, towering over him with an evil smile on his face.

The Uruk picked him up by the neck also, but instead of strangling him, reached out and dangled him over the side of the wall. Legolas struggled to free himself, but could not. He was too weak. The beast that was holding him growled. "Punch me again, I dare you. You should've never left your precious woods, elf boy."

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I screamed. I ran towards him at full speed, making to headbutt him, but instead, twisted at the last second and tackled him from the front, taking the ugly beast down. I crouched over him, my voice twisted with cold fury. Whipping out my knife and holding it to his throat, I hissed, "Next time you will think twice before laying your foul hands on my lover." With that, I brought the blade down, and the Uruk was no more.

Dropping the blade, I ran over to Legolas, who was propped up against the wall. I grabbed him by the shoulders. "Legolas! Are you all right?"

He winced. "No," he said. "My arm..."

"Can you run?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good." I grabbed his good hand and took off, dragging him along. I sped through the madness, cutting down anyone that stood in my way. The words of Sauron from my dreams rang wildly in my head. "Please..." I cried, "...do not let him die...not now!"

Finally, we reached the main hall. Without stopping, I slipped inside and darted towards my bedroom. I flung the door open and had him sit on the bed. I knelt down so I could look at him. "Stay here! I will send help!" I rose to leave.

"No!" he cried. "I want to fight!"

"Legolas, you're not going to kill anything with that arm. I don't want you to get hurt any worse than you are right now. Please...do this for me." After a moment, he finally nodded. "Thank you." I ducked out into the hallway and grabbed the first man I saw. "You! Are you able to heal? Do you have medicines?" He nodded.

I pointed to my room. "Please, help him. His arm is badly cut." The man nodded and ran to Legolas. I went back out into the main hall to see Aragorn, Théoden, and a great host of other men on horses...inside? The light of a new dawn poured through the window. I ran up to my cousin. "What is going on?"

He looked down at me. "There you are! Get on!" Without any hesitation, I jumped onto the back of Hasufeld. "Where is Legolas?" he asked.

"Wounded," I said. "He is in my room. Now what are we-"

All of a sudden, a great horn blared, sounding loudly in the Deep. The Uruk-Hai crashed through the main doors with a roar.

"Forth Eorlingas!" Théoden cried, and we all charged straight at the monsters, cutting through them like a machete through butter. I swung my blade back and forth, slaying many. Legolas never left my mind. We charged outside and down the stone pathway, sending the Uruk-Hai flying. The deep rumble of the horn still sounded loudly. Downwards we ran, until we came upon the end of the pathway, meeting up with the hundreds of Uruks still left on the plain.

From the top of the hill hiding the stone fortress, there came the loud whinny of a horse. I looked up to see a single horse, white in color, with its White Rider shining brightly in the morning sunlight. "Gandalf," Aragorn and I whispered. Théoden saw him too, as did the rest of the Uruk-Hai. With a growl, they all turned to face him, not intimidated by a single old man.

Beside Gandalf came another man, who I recognized as the one who had interrogated Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli and I before we had entered Fangorn.

"Éomer!" the King exclaimed.

Behind him came even more horsemen, several hundred, enough perhaps to challenge what was left of Saruman's army.

"TO THE KING!" they cried, and charged down the hill. The Uruks hefted their spears, still not afraid. And then, just as they reached the bottom of the hill, the sun came up behind the Riders of Rohan, blinding the enemy. The Uruk-Hai cried out in fear and cringed, shrinking back in the broad daylight. Gandalf and the men of Rohan easily overcame them.

"YES!" I shouted. "YES!" I jumped down off Hasufeld and began cutting through the rest of the enemies myself, shouting with joy.

After a few moments more of fighting, Gandalf finally trotted up to me, smiling as I bent down over the last of the Uruk-Hai left standing. Raising a blade over his chest, I put my face near his. "How does it feel to be killed by a she-elf?" I sneered.

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I burst into my room, running right to my bedside. Several Rohan men were standing around it, and I shoved them aside. "Let me through! Let me see him!" I dropped to my knees, looking at my fallen hero. His face was, as always, fair and pale, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. His hair was still a bit astray from the battle, and his arms were folded over his chest, the right one bandaged, but still blood soaked through the wrapping slightly. He did not move.

My heart stopped. "No..." I croaked. "Legolas...no!" I bent my head over him, crying. "Please don't leave me! Come back! Don't leave me here!" I bent over him and kissed him hard, my tears sliding onto his face. "My hero..." He had died to save me. To protect me.

I closed my eyes and laid my head on his chest. This couldn't be happening. Sauron had been right. I had caused his death. He had died for me. Because of me. If I hadn't been so careless, then maybe he would still be here. Maybe...I sobbed. "Legolas...come back..."

Suddenly, my eyes popped open. My head was moving, but not by my doing. It was slowly being lifted up and down...by the rising and falling of his chest. I snapped my head up to see him looking right at me, his eyes as blue and full of life as ever. He sat up. "Íverin, my darling...I have not gone anywhere." He pulled me into a strong hug, like nothing had happened.

I cried again, though this time with tears of joy. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."