Ok, so, i know its been a while...like a really long while...like i started college in this whole long while that it took me to write the next chapter. anyway, i was inspired by a recent person who favorited my story to write more and so here it is. again, sorry it took so long...like a year and a half long... :/...anyway enjoy, please RandR :)

Aragorn and Legolas rode hard through the day and through the night. Théoden and the people of Rohan would be at least a full two days ahead of them by now and they had to be warned of the impending attack on the stronghold of Helm's Deep.

Aragorn constantly worried about his friend but knew that no matter how much pain he was in, Legolas would never acknowledge it to Aragorn. The two companions were both glad that they had such strong horses, if they hadn't been steeds of Rohan, they never would have brought Aragorn and Legolas this far.

Finally, at high noon on the second day of riding, the elf and the man saw them. Just over the peak of a large hill, they spotted the caravan of Theoden's people making their way to the refuge of Helm's Deep. Both Aragorn and Legolas stopped to view the sight as relief spread through their minds.

However their relief was quickly turned into fear as Legolas spotted an ambush on the horizon.

"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn asked, noticing his friend's fearful expression.

"Wargs" Legolas replied . The pair once again rode hard down the hill, their horses at a dangerously steep angle.

"Théoden!" cried Aragorn when they had reached the bottom of the hill, "Théoden!"

The king of Rohan was glad to see that Aragorn had returned however the tone in his voice concerned him. He immediately stopped his horse which caused the rest of the caravan to halt as well.

"My Lord," Aragorn said as he approached Théoden, "there is a band of Wargs approaching to the north."

The kings eyes widened with fear. Legolas ran past Aragorn trying to scout out the numbers. At least 50 wargs and their riders were coming to attack Théoden and his people. Below him he noticed Gromling and Hamma, his guards riding ahead. They had not yet heard news of the wargs and were putting themselves in danger. Théoden was about to call out for them when a warg rider jumped down on them from a behind a hill killing Hamma.

Théoden watched in horror as his trusted guard was brutally killed by the ugly beast. Before anyone had noticed he was even gone, Legolas ran to Gromling's aid, who had been trying to fight off his enemy. Legolas quickly fired at the warg and his rider killing them both. "A scout!" he called back to Aragorn as he pushed the riders body away from him.

"Wargs! We're under attack!" shouted Théoden in a desperate warning to his people. Panic ensued in the caravan and many people did not know what to do with themselves. Some stood in shock while others looked around for comfort from their families. "All riders to the head of the column!" shouted the king.

Gimli saw the other riders mount their horses and looked up at his own, that stood at least twice his height and knew he would never get onto it on his own. It took nearly everything he had to ask for help, so he didn't, he demanded it. "Get me up here, I'm a rider!" he yelled at a nearby guard. The small dwarf nearly fell off but managed to grab onto the horses reigns just in time. Soon he was riding to the crest of the hill to meet his elven friend, who had been shooting down wargs as they were coming into range.

Legolas could feel the pain in his shoulder more poignantly than ever. He had failed overcome it this time and with ever draw of his bow, it felt like the arrow was being shot into him all over again. He tried to push it to the back of his mind but he was so pre-occupied with shooting down the enemy that his attmepts failed. After he brought down his seventh target he was about to succumb to the pain when he noticed the pounding of hooves behind him; they were coming. Legolas gathered his strength and fired one last shot into the heart of a warg rider before swinging onto Arod in front of Gimli. There, with his best friend behind him, he felt safer than he had in days. He closed his eyes, blocked out the pain and focused on protecting his friends.

When he opened his eyes again the band 40 or so wargs and their riders were mere yards away. Every soldier in Theoden's line braced for the impact of the clashing armies and for the battle that was now before them.