I am so sorry about making you wait! To make up, here is a nice long chapter:D

3rd Person POV

Olivia trained her eyes on the dusty, beat up foam target downrange. She let out a breath, and the arrow flew from her fingers. 'Thwak!' She rested her hold on her bow and looked at her handiwork. Bullseye, or just slightly to the left of it. She smiled, reached back into her quiver and repeated the process. Legolas stood a few feet to her right, watching with interest, trying desperately to find something he could teach her that she didn't seem to know. He greatly enjoyed meeting someone with such innate skill. He could hear Aragorn and Lily swinging away at one another with the toy swords some distance away. Every once and a while Aragorn would give a word of encouragement, or pause a moment to demonstrate a specific attack. Suddenly he felt a shapeless, threatening darkness nearly overwhelm him. Olivia had just let loose another arrow when a grimy head slid into being from somewhere beyond her target. The arrow hit the creature squarely in the eye. She screamed. The sound shocked him into action.

"Yrch! Yrch anglenno!" He grabbed her hand and bolted away from the terrible sight. Orcs, appearing from out of the air, surrounded by an unnatural violet glow. Aragorn immediately dropped the toy and took up Andúril.

"Get to the house." he shouted in his calm way. She didn't argue. Olivia entered the house just after Lily. Just in time to catch her with a hand on the door leading to―

"Hey! No modern weaponry!" Lily whirled round, she looked confused.

"What do you mean no-"

"They don't know about that stuff!"

"They're orcs! They'll learn!"

"No not them, the others!"

"For crying out loud Olivia!" Lily shouted, "Have you seen what's going on!? A few mags of nine milimeter can't hurt, I mean they're orcs! I feel obligated to-"

"No guns! It's just not done."

"Aww! Come on! Just the Glock?"

"No." Just then Gandalf barged in.

"Why are you two just standing around! We must fend off this attack! All must fight!" He roared, his eyes full of fire. Taking his staff, he muttered something unintelligable then passed the staff over both of them. Olivia sensed a tingling in her arms and legs. She felt light, light enough she could almost fly. Her quiver, however, was heavier then it had been. She pulled out an arrow. Its blunt training tip was gone, replaced by a glittering, razor-sharp broad head. Lily felt no tingling, but watched transfixed as her sword morphed into a blade that was beyond her imagination. Gandalf yanked the door open, yelling, "Fight your foes!" They glanced at each other. Then ran out the door.

The backyard broiled in absolute chaos as orcs numbering in hundreds continued to pour into the fray. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were fighting like mad only a yard from the porch steps.

"I'm staying up here!" Said Olivia, backing away.

"Oh no you're not!" Lily started to drag her off the porch.

"I can shoot more easily from up here!" She screamed, pulling away from Lily.

"Suit yourself." Lily drew her sword and lept down the stairs to stand beside Gimli. Olivia stood back from the rest and started sending arrows into the center of the mass, using the "It'll hit something if I put it in the middle" theory. Then she felt something hard and small hit the top of her head.

"Ow!" She looked up to find Pippin waving a slingshot happily as the other hobbits hurled tiny silver ballbearings down at the orcs from an upstairs window. Gimli swung his ax around to chop the legs out from under an orc, realizing too late Lily's dangerous proximity.

"Oh!" The dwarf turned, pale and stricken. But Lily had somehow entirely avoided injury. Having jumped clear of the flying blade, she smiled in a way that could only be described as the grin of a maniac. Gimli was relieved to say the least. Aragorn glanced back, saw Lily and opened his mouth to say something like 'Get back in the house', but was interrupted. Gandalf ducked his head out the door and yelled.

"It's alright Aragorn, they're quite capable, I wouldn't have sent them otherwise!" He dodged a blackened arrow and went back inside to protect the hobbits. Aragorn didn't argue. He had known Gandalf for a very long time and trusted his judgement on the matter. That and there really wasn't time for fuller explanation on Gandalf's part. Gimli however was unconvinced.

"Battle is no place for lasses." He grumbled under his beard.

"YOU WANNA BET!?" Lily howled, as she ripped her sword from a former orc. The adrenaline had definitely kicked in. Or maybe she was just crazy. Meanwhile, Legolas and Olivia had leaped onto the porch railing to better shoot the orcs.

"This is a lot harder than Call of Duty!" Olivia gasped, to no one in particular.

"What?" Legolas asked.

"Uh...Bad orcs! Bad!" She shouted.

"Gurth an glamhoth!" Legolas shouted.

"Yeah! Glammoth! Avast you filthy din-horde! KNOW YOU NOT THAT WHICH HAS COME UPON YOU!?" Lily screamed with a violent thrust that severed an ugly head from its neck. She had no idea what glamhoth meant, only that it sounded aggressive and bloody. Aragorn was shocked. This was not the girl he had trained earlier. She had been eager, and she had had some natural talent, but this girl was an animal. Wild, fierce, a violent maia. Insane. The five fighters were slaying orcs left and right, however to their dismay there seemed to be no less of them. In the distance the wall of violet cloud billowed and buffled and grew ever more tall, dark and menacing. It mingled with the ever-growing dark clouds above the house.

"You know, I had a dream like this once, only the hobbits were in a tree," She pauses long enough to shoot another arrow,"Gimli was on the roof," another arrow, "And Gandalf was driving a taxi to get some pizza-" Just then an orc jumped up and almost pulled her down. Legolas put an arrow down its throat just in time. They both fell back to the deck. Olivia was obvoiusly shaken. Legolas reached out a hand and she took it, smiling gratefully. As they stood back up they heard Lily yell,

"I hate to say it, but I think it's time for a tactical retreat!"

"Retreat?!" Gimli shouted incredulously.

"Yeah, I know, terrible idea." She grunted sarcastically.

"Where to?" Aragorn asked, as he retreived Andúril from the chest of a dead Uruk-Hai. Olivia glanced up and across the yard to the huge rusting metal cylinder just over the fence.

"Good idea, Olivia. Alright men, to the water tower!"Lily hollered.

"Wait!" Legolas interupted, stabbing an orc with a long knife, "Shouldn't we try to distract them first, keep them busy enough to let us retreat in the meantime?"

"Did I hear someone say retreat?" Gandalf's eyebrows bent down almost furiously.

"Yes please!" Olivia pleaded, "Could you distract them?"

He took in the scene and his eyes softened.

Orc chieftain POV

AAACH! MY EYES! (a scorching light is emenating from that awful wizard's beating stick)

YOU CREWLING MAGGOTTS! THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!

Authoress's POV

AHHH! What's going to happen! Will they make it? Who's going to clean up the dead orcs! Here is the translation of the elvish used in this chapter and chapter six:

Henion … I understand.

Heniach nin … Do you understand me?

Mas … Where?

Yrch! Yrch anglenno! … Orcs! Orcs are coming!

Gurth an glamhoth! … Death to the din-horde! (Orcs)

Glamhoth … Din-horde