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Thank you so much FireheartNinja, GlidingOne, Thrae Elddim, DreamingIn2Enternity, and QueenPersephoneofHades for reviewing! Thank you to the Favoriters: Deathlord135, QueenPersephoneofHades, Thrae Elddim, and Esmeraude11. Also thank you Thrae Elddim and QueenPersephoneofHades who put this on their story alerts! And the last expression of gratitude goes to Thrae Elddim and QueenPersephoneofHades who put me on their favorite authors list!

This took too long. Between schoolwork, personal problems and the apparent lack of inspiration, this short chapter should have been out Monday.

I digress.

DreamingIn2Enternity: I will try to fufill this wish. However, I don't know if I will be able to write a chapter like that until I get to Return of the King. So please hold tight for two more chapters of my lazy writing and then I hope I can get to that better chapter (If I can even write like that. I am too much of a slacker, so I prefer to jump around moments in an event).

Thrae Elddim: Thank you for the lovely review on part I as well! Haldir (apparently) didn't go to Helms Deep in the books, so it felt alright to keep him alive.

QueenPersephoneofHades: Thank you! I have seen at least two LotRs and Naruto crossovers that I liked, but neither were complete. In fact, one never got out of Rivendell, which was a pity. That was a good crossover.

Now on to the show!

The shock of the blast nearly knocked Eldarion off his feet. The boy stumbled, but managed to stay upright. Aragorn was not so lucky.

"Are you alright?" he said, offering the ranger a hand. The man winced slightly as he stood up.

"I've been worse,'' he managed to grind out between clenched teeth.

"C'mon, you two, get your asses in gear!" screamed Anko, still wearing the pink rain slicker, despite the lack of rain. "You have an entire horde of fugly beasts behind you! And Minato-sensei wants to seal of the entrance!"

Aragorn grit his teeth and limped off to the keep. Eldarion followed him from behind, watching his Ada'sback. The lanky shinobi kept rubbing his ears, which were ringing from the sound of the explosion. Aragorn was the first to reach the steps, and was offered support by Minato-sensei. The ranger gratefully leaned on the shorter shinobi. Breaking into a sprint, Eldarion crossed the threshold.

"Everybody in?" asked Sensei. Both Aragorn and Eldarion nodded. With a hand seal, a barrier of dark grey mist formed across the entrance.

"Is that a new technique?" asked Anko. The jōnin shook his head.

"No," he answered while beginning to walk up the steps with Aragorn. "I merely modified Shishienjin to suit our purposes,"

The ranger looked at the barrier with mild interest. "Do you think that you could do that to the gate?" he asked.

Minato-sensei shrugged slightly. "Depends if we'll need it or not," he said thoughtfully. Eldarion chewed his lip, looking anxious.

"Who of our number is at the gate?" he asked his teacher.

"Obito is keeping the causeway clear for the time being," responded the jōnin. "I will take over the position when I return,"

Aragorn frowned. "Return from where?" he asked, bemused.

"The hospital," Minato-sensei answered cheerfully. "You looked like you sprained your ankle pretty badly. Your wrist is not in good shape either,"

The tall man exhaled through his nose, looking rather tired. The Yellow Flash turned toward Anko and Eldarion as they entered the inner keep.

"I want you two to go to the gate. The beasts are probably going to try and scale the walls there," he commanded.

Both genin nodded and ran over to a certain sliver-haired chūnin who was standing to the right of the gate.

Without turning to his comrades in greeting, the Hatake began to fill the newcomers in.

"Obito has been roasting those oni alive whenever they get too close," he stated in a monotone. "I am thinking that they are beginning to fear fire,"

The Rohirrim archers only fired the occasional arrow at the invading force now. Their spirits had risen from the success of the earlier retreat. The were now starting to taunt the Uruk-hai as they killed the beasts.

"Why do I have the feeling that something is about to go very wrong?" muttered Eldarion. Both shinobi turned to their foreign comrade with a look of panic in their eyes.

"Do you think that they have another explosive?" Anko asked shrilly.

"Or did Orochimaru decide to team up with Saruman?" added Kakashi. The kunoichi venomously glared at the masked boy, who quailed slightly under her gaze.

The tall genin rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It has to do with after the battle, at Isengard," said Eldarion as he looked over the ramparts to see Obito and, surprisingly, Susano'o warding off the relentless waves of orcs. "Gandalf and Orochimaru are going to butt heads over something,"

The bandaged shinobi looked up at Eldarion. "Hoshi, could you stand in while Obito gets some rest?" he asked. "Goggles here is going to collapse,"

"Hey!" cried the aformentioned Uchiha in mock offense, jumping up to the battlements. He turned to Eldarion, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't push yourself," he muttered before walking off. Bemused, the pointy-eared boy shurgged off his foster brother's well-meaning comment and jumped down to join Susano'o on the causeway.

Aragorn was impressed with Rin's makeshift hospital. The place was spotlessly clean, and the injured were frequently checked on by the brunette's helpers. He had taken a look at his ankle, which wasn't as badly injured as he had thought. His wrist, however, was nearly broken.

"Ah, Strider! Didn't think I'd see you here,"

Aragorn turned his head to see Kuro, Obito's relative. The boy's dark, almond-shaped eyes were nearly closed due to the grin the child was giving him.

"Haldir was giving me trouble, and since Rin is a better medic than me, I was shipped out to fix you up,"

The ranger raised an eyebrow. He had always figured that Susano'o was a healer, due to the bandages covering the boy's dark arms. But Kuro seemed to know what he was doing as he examined the man's damaged ankle. Aragorn's grey eyes widened as he saw a green light emit from the boy's hand. The healer's brow forrowed as he placed his hand on the ankle. Immediately, Aragorn could feel his injury begin to heal.

"Hoshi told me that you are able to do something like this, but you need plants," murmured Kuro, removing his hand from the ranger's ankle. The boy dug through a bag that he brought with him and pulled out a circle of cloth along with a brace that was quite similar to Hoshi's.

"Hope you don't mind using this," prattled Kuro while slipping the cloth over his ankle and putting on the odd brace. "You might not be able to wear your boot with that,"

Aragorn silently agreed. Like Hoshi's brace, it was made out of black cloth and metal with odd fastenings that made loud noises when adjusted.

"Your wrist, please," Kuro requested with a small smile. The shinobi healer carefully took a old of his bruised and bloody wrist. The green aura reappeared around the boy's palm. Clucking like an old matron, he said:

"You are lucky that you didn't break this wrist,"

Aragorn nodded, wincing slightly as several of the deeper cuts closed with a hiss. His wrist was throbbing, and wasn't healing as fast as his ankle. Kuro began to scowl, and the aura brightened.

"You don't have any elf-blood in you, by chance?" he asked, nearly wrapping his hand around the ranger's wrist.

"It has been removed over sixty-four generations," Aragorn answered, slightly baffled.

The healer's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he quickly removed his hand.

"I guess you're just going to have to let time heal this injury," Kuro said with a trace of humor in his voice. "Our healing techniques work very slowly on elves, and those with elven ancestry,"

Aragorn nodded slightly as Kuro put a black cloth splint with on his wrist. "So unless you are ambidextrous, don't go fighting with a sword,"

The tall man frowned. "I can return to the battle?" he asked, bewildered. The boy shrugged.

"Not for an hour at least. While I managed to heal your ankle, you should rest it while you can,"

The ranger sighed. "Understood," he murmured. Kuro gave him a sympathetic smile before his dark eyes drifted from his face to the base of his neck.

"Oh, you found your necklace!" he exclaimed. "It's pretty, though I assume it was a gift,"

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?" he asked.

The healer gave him a mischivous grin. "It is much too feminine for any man from this culture,"

With a bow, Kuro darted away to some other end of the hospital, leaving a rather irked ranger behind.

When Minato returned to the gate, he was met with chaos. The Rohirrim had packed against the gate, while the elves defended the ramparts. He could barely hear himself think over the din of battle.

"What in the name of Shodai Hokage is going on!" he cried to Kakashi, who was standing off to the left of the gate beside a slumped form. Running over to his student, the jōnin noticed that Kakashi was gripped his arm. The chūnin was wounded, and breathing heavily.

"Reinforcements...hah...the orcs got...hah...reinforcements," he panted out, wincing. "Susano'o," he gestured to the form beside him. "recently...hah...passed out,"

Minato put a soothing hand on Kakashi's shoulder. "Take yourself and Susano'o to the hospital," he commanded. With a small bow, his silver-haired student picked up the unconscience boy and ran inside. Minato jumped up to the ramparts, narrowly missing being stabbed by a familiar face.

"Minato-sensei!" cried Obito. The Uchiha was burning covered in black, smoking blood. The jōnin's blue eyes could see ropes and ladders burning brightly against the inky night. Looking down to the causeway, he could see that it was being defended by Hoshi and someone else.

"Glad you could join us, Minato,"

The yellow-haired man whirled around to see Legolas stabbing an oni in the eye with an arrow. The fierce archer still looked as if he had just stepped out of a hair salon; not a blonde hair out of place.

"Thirty, Gimli!" he yelled to one of the defenders on the causeway.

"Thirty one!" a gruff voice responded. At that, the elf pulled out his two knives and began gracefully killing the orcs surrounding him. Obito took the opportunity to burn down the ladder in front of Legolas, much to the elf's disappointment. Deciding to do his part, Minato teleported to the Deeping Wall. Unsurprisingly, the Yellow Flash appeared in the middle of the foul beasts. The fact that they were unable to dodge Rasengan was even less surprising.

"Let's see, Bird-Hare-Horse-Ram. That is the seals for Powerful Wind Wave, right?" he thought, feeling the chakra build up. Looking at the angry creatures around him, the shinobi shrugged. "One shouldn't waste a perfectly good jutsu," he thought, unleasing the technique. The blade of wind slammed into the orcs, cutting them in half, as well as the orcs behind them.

"The sun should be raising soon," mused Minato as he threw his kunai, some inbedding themselves in the vital organs of his enemies. "They are weaker in the daylight. The siege should end by the morning," Slitting the soft thoat of an oni, the Yellow Flash continued his battle by the light of the burning ladders.