Author's Notes: thife this chapter on holiday too. Please tell me what you think and so on.

Wargs Of Isengard

Once again the slow paced trail of the people began. One of the guards thought it was his duty to teach Horus how to ride Damon, though Horus on numerous times tried to explain it was easier to fly. The guard was Gamling's son, Gamdon who was twenty one.

"Tara, don't leave me on this thing" Horus moaned as he looked unsteadily at the reins in his hands. I had barely moved a metre away from him when he started to moan about being made to learn how to ride a horse. "I would much rather be sat on this thing's head or on someone's shoulder, even if that be the shoulder of a Cave Troll." he mumbled and accidentally kicked his left foot against Damon's stomach. Suddenly Damon leapt in a gallop only to be stopped by Gamdon.

I refrained myself from laughing and looked at Gamling and Hama who had suddenly spurred their horses forward to lookout the path ahead. Legolas was stood atop the hillock looking ahead as if puzzled.

"Gamdon, make sure Damon doesn't throw his ungreatful rider, Horus off for a second." I said just before I ran up to stand next to Legolas.

His pale blue eyes looked at the rolling hill, ahead. "Somethings coming, and fast." He spoke grimly taking out his bow.

Then a chilling cry came from our right. A Warg with Orc rider had just jumped down from the cliff and thrown Hama from his horse and into rock. He slumped lifelessly to the ground with his eyes wide with shock.

A arrow shot from Legolas's bow into the Wargs neck. It fell, throwing it's Orc rider from it's back. "Warn the King" Legolas said before he skidded down the hillock and stabbed the Orc with his knife.

I ran to the people of Rohan and up to the King. He looked alarmed in the direction of the dead body of his lieutenant, Hama. "Wargs with Orcs, riding this way. They're coming from Isengard and are moving fast."

Aragorn rode up to my side. "You have to get them out of here." He warned turning his horse to the oncoming danger.

"All riders to the head of the column." Theodon announced as he quickly rode to Eowyn to give her commands.

Horus ran up with Damon plodding along behind. "I got the hang of riding now. I think I'll try out this form for this fight... Actually I'll try a mix" He said cracking his neck to the side making a cracking sound with his hand lingering by his sword's hilt impatiently. In a flash of blinding light he was back in his bird form. He flew off with wings blazing. 'Come on' He said in mind.

I huffed at his cheek that he had suddenly delevoped then hopped onto Damon's back. Without warning Damon was already galloping into the mitts of danger. I fired my arrows at oncoming Wargs and Orcs.

'Lets have a bit of fun shall we' Horus said as he swooped down into a circle of Wargs that we about to attack a fallen Rider of Rohan who had a broken leg after being thrown from his horse who laid dead next to him. Horus hurtled down, flames and all. In a flare of blue light he landed now in his humanoid form holding his sword at an angle like a proper, well trained swordsman. Around him were burnt to a crisp Wargs, laying down on top of their riders. One by one he took out the Warg Riders as if he was merely slicing cheese.

I traded by bow for Drethan and Thsan. Strewn across the fields were the injured Men, the dead of garrison of Wargs and Orcs, horses who were either dead or unable to stand and the dead bodies of Rohan's Riders. "Go to Eowyn, be swift." I said after jumping off Damon's back, I did not wish to ride him whilst I needed close combat to kill anything with Drethan and Thsan. He galloped off over the hillock to catch up with Eowyn and the civilians of Rohan. I sliced with the blades. "This is no place for a woman of your prestige and title" Thèoden shouted as he sliced the head of a Warg.

Behind him an Orc got ready to pull the King from his horse. Without even thinking I made a line of blur fire jump from Drethan and into air. The line of fire wrapped round the Orc's throat like a hangman's noose. The Orc's head fell to the ground without any spillage of blood, my fire line had burnt it's insides.

The fire line disappeared and I revived a looked from Thèoden that should both surprise and fear. "Still think women can't fight?" I questioned.

Before I could get an answer I noticed that Horus and Legolas were both fighting back to back. Where Horus's useless jealously had gone, I do not know? But I did realise both Horus and Legolas made a hell of a team. They fought like fighting partners who would grown up together like brothers.

I ducked under an incoming blade of an Orc and sliced Drethan and Thsan across the Orc's chest in a cross formation. It fell to the ground dead. I fought and fought until there was no my Orcs or Wargs that were able to fight.

I looked around for my campanions. I found Legolas and Horus easily enough then I found Gimli, but Aragorn, I could not see him anywhere. "Aragorn!...Aragorn!... Estel!..." No answer came from his birth name or his Elvish name. I looked around the battle field. He was not in sight.

My calls were joined by my other companions. Then I heard a cackle, I turned and looked at a laughing Orc clutching something in his hand. Gimli stood over him raising his axe. "Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing." Gimli demanded.

The Orc laughing again with black blood falling from it's mouth and nose. "He's dead. He took a little tumble off the cliff." It gargled out then passed into whatever land lies beyond death for an Orc.

Legolas knelt down and opened the hand of the Orc, in it's hand was the necklace, Evenstar that Arwen had given him.

A lump formed in my throat. My promise to try keep Aragorn alive was now shattered and broken.

To the cliff we solemnly walked to find a fast flowing given beneath it, alas there was no sign of a body.

Without realising I had grabbed hold of Legolas's hand and rested my head on his shoulder. Small tears fell from my eyes and down my cheeks.

"Get the wounded on horses. Leave the dead." Thèoden said turning to his new lieutenant Gamling. His words struck me like ice. My hand held tighter to Legolas's.

"Pres nœt ble passo" (Please not be dead) I cried, quietly falling into my own tongue.

"Come" Thèoden said placing his hand on Legolas's shoulder. I quickly let go of Legolas's hand and lifted my head.

It was a slow and sad ride back to Helm's Deep. Horus flew in the clouds in his bird form. Damon had not done as I had said and had instead waited with Arod and some other horses behind the hill.

Across the moors was a wide open plain. At the end of the plain was a great stone fortress set against the mountains. A small stream ran from a sewer in the wall. Vast were the walls. The sea kings of old had made this with the help of stone giants whom they were on good terms with. The walls went up like tires, each wall with smaller circumstance than the one before. Behind the smallest wall was a hall of stone with a large tower above it. On this tower was a great brass horn which when called it echoed around the mountains, like the mountains themselves were answering the calls of Rohan.

The gates opened and we rode in. The call went out that the King had returned. But some families were put to sorrow when they were told of the deaths of their husband's/brother's/cousin's or son's death.

"Tara, what's wrong? Where is Aragorn?" Eoywn asked coming over to me and my companions.

I gulped but Gimli answered for me. "He fell."

Horus appeared in his humanoid form. 'What happened to your wings? You sometimes have them visible in this form and sometimes do not' I asked into his mind.

'I phase them through my attire and keep them flat against my back.' He spoke back to me then sat down on the wall of some steps. His legs dangled and he kicked his legs back and forth like a bored child with no idea about what to do or say. Without warning he turned into his bird form and flew into the air. 'Just going to check out this place's defences.'

Eowyn was still trying to keep calm about the idea of Aragorn being dead. Surly she should have realised that Aragorn was in love with Arwen and not her. But there was no reason to bring her down anymore.

She gave each of us a room so we could get ourseles washed and dressed into clean clothes. After washing and getting into a different shirt and leggings, I emerged still braiding my hair so I could put it in a tight bun.

'What are the defences like then?' I asked Horus as I sat myself on the wall in front of Gimli's and Legolas's given room.

'Ancient, old, the western wall is sort of crumbling but no attack will come from those treacherous mountains, unless the Rock and Storm Giants suddenly decide the Men who once protected them are now evil. But those Giants are now in hiding with their dying chieftain, no help will come from them. The rest well if we are protect this place will need manpower and lots of it.'

This sadly that was not the answer I wanted. 'Yet they have little trained manpower.'

'I fear that is so. I also heard the King mention there was not enough stores to last long. These Dark Days hardly have any good news and I am bored of it. Yum there's mice in this place.'

I rolled my eyes and finished doing my hair. Legolas emerged, I told him of Horus's off putting news. He answered with glum expressions.

"He's alive!" A woman shouted from the lower courtyard.