Author's Notes: here is half of the battle chapters for Two Towers. I hope you like it. If you like Supernatural please check out my story Half Way In The Light.

At The Deeping Walls

It was time. My heart drummed slow sighs. The three armies stood behind the walls watching the glow of torches grow closer. No one in Helm's Deep was calm. Breaths were drawn in like they were our last. A waining moon sat behind the mountains. Stars were wrought across the black slate sky. Eyes blinked fast not wanting to miss anything. Faces were straight and emotionless.

I stood on the battlements taking in the final breath of silence. Legolas was on my left and Aragorn on my right. All the Phoenixs' of Castdeia had taken their true forms as great winged beasts and were grouped together on the mountains awaiting their turn to strike.

'Horus, be sure you set flight when the thunder starts.' I said taking in a breath of the cold air.

"You could have picked a better spot. Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night." Gimli said trying to look over the wall that towered over him.

I smiled. "I second your thought, Gimli" My hand brushed down my bow saying a silent pyre in my head.

Legolas looked at Aragorn with very calm features that still showed signs of worry. "Your friends are with you, Aragorn."

Gimli tried to see over the edge but gave up with a glum look. "Let's hope they last the night."

"They will." I answered. I turned to the lines of fellow Nymphs behind the wall. "Whenum!" (Now) I called to those in the Castdeian Guard that were weather manipulators.

Nymphs scattered round the looked up at the sky. Their eyes glowed in different tones of grey and silver. Clouds covered over the waining moon and the sky. I turned back. Rain fell violently to the ground. The faces of both Men and Elves were all shocked and astonished as they worked out we were wielding the weather. The wind picked up, blowing straight down the mountains behind us and at the Orcs. Mist fell on the horde of Orcs blinding them.

Thunder rumbled. The cries of Phoenixes filled the air. 'Remember target the Orcs on the edges, fly high out of their bows reach.' I reminded Horus. I could hear his wings flapping in the wind.

In the wall of mist there was screeches of Orcs. Flying out of the mist came Phoenixes who flew over the battlements and to their Keepers' sides, changing into their humanoid forms.

Aragorn walked up and down the battlements shouting to the Elves in Elvish. "A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas!" (Show them no mercy! For you shall receive none!) Lord Knox echoed Aragorn's words to the Guard of Castdeia in Castdeian.

The Captain of the Host of Saruman stood on a rock and raised his hand. The Host stopped and their cries fell to silence.

Not knowing what was going on Gimli jumped up and down asking what was going on. Legolas snidely made his jest at the Dwarf with a grin. "Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?"

Rather than go in a stropp Gimli laughed and stroked his hand down his axe. Horus also sniggered and put his hand to his sword.

Then the opposing Host began to stomp their, clash their spears on the ground and bang their chests making a rather terrifying beat. It was a death march.

Aragorn held up his sword as a signal. Soldiers notched their arrows in unison and pulled back the tethers to the point of no return.

A arrow suddenly flew into the air to early and into a Uruk-Hai. It fell dead. "Dartho!" (Hold!) Legolas shouted falling into his own language.

The Uruk-Hai's roared and frenzy began. Aragorn shouted for the first volley of arrows then second and then for the full volley. Arrows including my own soared into the air and into crowd of the Uruk-Hai. Many fell dead.

Our volley was answered by a volley of thorned arrows from Orcish crossbows of malice. A cold breeze came from Lord Knox's direction. When it blew past the Orcish arrows it froze most making them fall short. The rest were repelled by unseen hands. Sir Pithees was stood on the battle ments with a white aura surrounding him. But something was thrown at him and he toppled to the ground. I gasped. The Nymphs had now lost their first comrade. I clenched by bow and drew a flamming arrow. I fired it at the sky. It exploded and it changed into a copy of a Phoenix. It plunged in front of the Uruk-Hai and make a streak of flames going across the battle field that lasted until the next volley of arrows from Helm's Deep was sent over the battlements to the Uruk-Hai.

Ladders were put up against the wall. Berserkers climbed up them, swinging their horrid swords around like lunatics. Gimli chopped thang cut. Horus sliced cleanly like a trained swordsman. Legolas shot and kicked down enemies. Aragorn fought with his instincts.

I ducked under a blade and heard hard breathing down my neck. I grabbed my knife on my thigh and turned. I twisted the knife into it's gut and let the Berserker drop to the floor.

My blood pumped with adrenalin. I shot my arrows precisely never wasting them with bad shots. Volleys of arrows still soared over our heads. A group of Uruk-Hai stomped up the causeway with their shields over their heads. "Causeway!" I shouted, firing at the unprotected Orcs at the sides of the shielded formation. Elves, Men and Nymphs all turned fired at the mass of shields. They dropped from the bridge into the spiked pits.

Horus and Eos followed by two other Phoenixes twisted into the sky. One had bolts of white lightning coming off it's wings, the other had a blinding light coming from it. Horus blazed with blue flames and Eos brought cold winds. They darted through the volleys of arrows and spears never faulting with their movements. Horus split off with Aeolus, the Storm Bender. Eos paired up with Aster the Light Giver. They attacked groups of Orcs and Uruk-Hais.

I could hear Gimli and Legolas telling each other how many foes they had killed this night. I could see the dead faces of soldiers, young boys and old men. I could see the ashes of Phoenixes that would never rise again. It sickened me. It struck me in my heart. Time ran fast than I could move. I saw men too young to die, fall.

War is a sickening thing. It is a wicked game of lives. It brings bad and sometimes good things. For a side to win, lives must be spent. Before a celebration, burials must be made and tears shed. Friends will be lost. Foes will fall and rise. Lives are shortened. Injuries are made. No one wins. Only one side looses the least. Those were the unspoken rules of war and they should never be forgotten or misplaced.

I caught up again. A flare was running through the Uruk-Hai. Legolas was trying to shoot it down. I joined him in his efforts but the Uruk-Hai baring the white flare jumped into the sluice. I grabbed Legolas arm yanked him on the floor with me. He tried to get up but I pulled him back down.

There was terrific explosion. Rubble and masonry was thrown in every direction. A large chunk of the Deeping Wall had been blown to pieces. Two people hauled both me and Legolas up on our feet. Our ears rang and buzzed. I turned and found my uncle, Lord Knox and Haldir.

"Than..." I trailed off. The doors were being barged by a large number of Uruks and they were charging through the gap in the Deeping Wall followed by sewage water. Gimli was in the mess, barly standing up, Aragorn was with a group of Elves.

Legolas had picked up a shield and went skidding down the steps, stood upon it. A group of Uruk-Hais were advancing towards us on both sides. Nymphs, very few Elves and even less Men all picked their sides on which to fight on. 'Get them to duck. I'm tacking the right with Aeolus' Horus said in my mind. He hovered above in the clouds with Aeolus.

I nodded. "Duck!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. No one moved. Flames spread on my body, becoming a body of pure blue fire. "I said duck!" I shouted again. This time they listened.

I drawed an arrow and let it fly just above the head's the Uruk-Hais. It sparked with blue flames and it rained fire down on to the Uruk-Hais. The wind blowed as they turned to ash and dust. I too ducked as I heard Horus's and Aeolus's call.

The sound of crackerling lightning and sizzerling fire filled the surrounding air. When it stopped there was nothing but piles of ash around us. Horus in his humaniod form kicked the ash out of the way, grinning. Behind was Aeolus in his humaniod form that had storm cloud coloured hair. Rohirrum Soliders ran in different directions all to get to the courtyard to fight the pending threat. Nymphs stayed with my uncle and Aeolus stopped with his Keeper, Sir Grey. Elves stayed on the Deeping Wall shooting their deadly arrows.

I ran with Horus to the courtyard bellow. 'Good control.' Horus complemented as he sliced a head off a Orc with his blazing sword.

I looked for Legolas amongst the crowd and saw a giant Uruk-Hai looming over him from behind. Without thinking twice I shot it dead. Legolas smiled at me for a moment before punching an Orc in the face with his bow.

"Aragorn! Fall back to the Keep! Get your men out of there!" Thèoden called.

Thèoden was right to say so, soon we would be overwhelmed and dead. Gimli however refused to leave and swung his axe back and forth until Legolas and a Elven warrior pulled him away.

Aragorn shouted in Elvish for all of the Elves to fallback. Gamling shouted in Common Tongue for Men to fallback and I shouted in my native tongue for the Guard of Castdeia to fallback. "Thou Cepan! Thou Cepan!" (To the Keep! To the Keep)

Then I saw something none would like to see if you knew him. Haldir fell like a sack of potatoes on the ground with his bleeding head lolled back looking at the stars. All around I saw the dead. The faces whom I had never met but had seen. Faces that would never smile again. Eyes that would never see their loved ones. Ears that would never hear their name spoken and hearts that would never beat.