Here we go again with the battle at Helm's Deep and some more awesomeness from this story! I'm adding in a little extra thing too between Oropher, Saeros, and Haldir, and I think most of you will like it, though it varies a little from the cannon. I couldn't help it though! Again, I've changed some of the order of what happened.

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Legolas was standing at the edge of the wall, along with all of the other elven archers. Behind him stood Aragorn, who was waiting with a very stoic face for the army of Saruman to finish assembling in front of the wall. Gimli stood beside the elf, and though he was too short to see over the wall, he stood proudly none the less. The elf stood there with his bow resting on the ground and his hands resting on top of it, which was about level with his waist. It wasn't as large as the war bows of Lothlorien that the other elves carried, but it was powerful nonetheless. He could see the army before him, gathered and preparing to strike. Their darkness was great.

"Well lad," Gimli said to the man. "Whatever luck you live by, lets hope it lasts the night." Rain began to fall from the sky.

"Your friends are with you Aragorn," Legolas said.

"Lets hope they last the night." the dwarf grunted. The elf couldn't help but smile a little.

Suddenly below, the Uruk-Hai began to beat their shields and swords together, making an intimidating noise. The trained warriors didn't flinch, but most of the men, who were not soldiers, shuddered at the noise. Legolas could see the waves rolling across the lines of foes beneath them, and he realized that Aragorn was right. There were at least ten thousand warriors down there. The man though stepped forward grimly and began to walk the lines of elves.

"Show them no mercy," he cried in elvish. "For you will receive none!"

The sounds of the Uruk-Hai began to grow louder and louder, and the men and elves raised their bows, waiting to fire. There was no noise as they stood there, preparing themselves for what was to come. Suddenly, from the battlements came an arrow. It struck an Uruk-Hai in the throat, and it fell screaming. The others stared at it a moment and froze.

"Hold," Aragorn cried.

The Uruks grew angry and began to roar. Suddenly their command was given, and they began to run towards the deeping wall of the keep.

"Their armor is weak at the neck," Legolas told the elves that could hear him in elvish. "and beneath the arms."

"Fire," Aragorn cried.

The elves were the first to release their arrows. None of the warriors in the front of those rows even flinched, because they knew the elves behind them would have the accuracy to send them towards Uruk-Hai instead of them. Their arrows flew forward with deadly accuracy and struck the Uruks, falling several of them. The men soon followed suit, and though they weren't nearly as good shots, there were many more of them, and many more of the Uruks fell. Soon, the elves were firing at will, and the dwarf was bouncing up and down trying to see over the wall.

"Send them to me," he encouraged, much to the amusement of Legolas.

"Ladders," Aragorn cried in warning as the Uruks raised ladders to try and reach the upper wall.

Arrows from the Uruks killed several men and elves, and some of the men nearly panicked. But the cool faces of the elves and their loyalty to their king held them steady in their course. Legolas and Gimli both took ladders and began killing the Uruks who tried to come over, Gimli with his axe and Legolas with his bow. But it was no use. More and more of the Uruks began to come over the wall.

"Legolas," the dwarf took time to call to the elf. "Two here already plus-"

"I'm on seventeen," the elf cried, cutting him off. The dwarf gasped in mock horror and pushed a ladder off of the wall.

"I'll have no pointy ear outscoring me," the dwarf cried. Legolas smiled a little as the fight carried on.

"Nineteen," the elf called.

The elf continued to fight on as they were swept apart, with only a little fear for his friends in his heart. They were all powerful warriors. He continued to keep a running count of all of the Uruks he had slain, making sure that later he would boast to Gimli once again that he had killed more than him, though neither of them were really sure when this contest of theirs had started. It just kind of ended up happening. The elf soon found himself again by Aragorn as the battle continued, and his bow was still being fired as the man was fighting against Uruks on foot with his sword in his hand.

Uruks began to try and break down the door with a giant battering ram, and Aragorn called for the elves to take them out. They instantly aimed and started firing at them, but they couldn't manage to take all of them down, and they were starting to take down the door. Then however, Aragorn looked a little farther away and saw an Uruk running towards the wall with a torch in his hand. He pointed him out.

"Bring him down Legolas," the man cried in elvish, panic in his voice.

The elf shot an arrow, and the creature flinched as it struck his heart, but it kept running. The elf was astonished.

"Bring him down," Aragorn cried. "Kill him!"

The elf fired another arrow, trying to kill it. This one also buried itself into its lungs, and the Uruk nearly fell. But then it leaped towards the wall and-

The elf Prince awoke on the ground, not on the wall, half in and half out of a giant puddle of water. He couldn't remember what had happened for a moment, but then he saw the darkness of the Uruks as they poured through the wall and into Helm's Deep, and a huge hole was now allowing access. The elf wasn't sure where Aragorn or Gimli was, but the Uruks obviously thought he was dead, as some of the elves near him, because they leaped right over him. He was not dead though, thank the Valar he had been lucky! Thankfully no bones were broken, and though he was sore he was unharmed. His bow was within reach, and he could get it quickly.

He leaped up suddenly and grabbed his bow, pulling out arrows to fire once again. The startled Uruks were slaughtered for the first few moments, but they soon began to fight against him. Slowly, Legolas found himself backed up by several and up the stairs. Angrod had found him though, for they had been separated at the before the battle began so he wouldn't get in the archers' way. He leaped on several. The elf killed the last, and then heard Aragorn and Gimli. They were alright then! They seemed to need help.

The elf grabbed a shield and leaped onto it, surfing down the stairs on it and shooting arrows at Uruks below him. At the last moment he leaped off of it, and the shield impaled another in the neck and killed it. He ran over and rejoined the lines of elves who had survived the blast, and they began to kill more and more of the Uruks, though there were simply too many for them to bring down completely. Aragorn and Gimli thanked the elf and wished him luck, and then ran off on some mission of their own.

The battle was taxing on his strength, and he had run out of arrows. He was now fighting with the twin blades his father had given him, spinning in an almost dancing motion to slay as many of the Uruks as possible. He had never fought so many creatures of darkness before! His strength was failing him. Again Angrod joined the elf, and together they began to slay and destroy the Uruks. But they knew it was a losing battle, and that they would not last long. The elf fought his way back up to the wall, and heard Aragorn and Gimli below. He grabbed a rope from nearby and tossed it down.

"Aragorn," he cried.

He felt weight on the end of it, and so he began to pull up, because he could see that none of the Uruks were on it. Haldir found him then and he and Angrod protected the elf as he hoisted the man and the dwarf up over the wall at last, breathing heavily from the effort. They scrambled up onto the wall as a ladder clanged onto it and more Uruks came over it.

Huge arrows with ropes attached were thrown up as well, killing men and elves who didn't see them coming, and the Uruks began to climb up those as well. Legolas felt dread again. They were coming! How could they hope to win this? They could not. The only thing that was left now was to wait for them to come and slaughter the people of Rohan! But Theoden called for a retreat, and they all turned to follow the order.

Legolas paused however when he realized that he had lost Haldir in the confusion. He turned though he knew he couldn't see him. Angrod could however, and he could see that the marchwarden was going to be attacked from behind. The wolf leaped forward to help him, but then suddenly everyone froze.

From outside there came the cries of two Wraiths, and the Twin Wraiths suddenly came crashing through the deeping wall on their black horses. Foes and comrades alike panicked and ran from the two, and the Uruk that was going to attack the elf froze in fear. Saeros gave a command to his horse, which ran up the wall and the Wraith cut off the head of the offending Uruk. Haldir froze and looked up at the Wraith, and then he gasped. The Wraith after all was still an elf, and the Lorien elf could see the face of the Wraith. The other came up too, and he looked up at Oropher as well. But the two Wraiths looked to Legolas silently, who nodded to them. They turned and their horses galloped into the main keep with the men and elves, much to their dismay. Haldir ran to Legolas, breathless.

"That was," he gasped.

"Oropher and Saeros," the Prince confirmed. "Yes. They are rogue Wraiths, and they have been helping me for some time. Now come on, we have to retreat."

The two elves and the wolf ran in to the keep just as the great doors were being slammed shut. Legolas followed Angrod into the keep, and Haldir followed, completely confused. Soon they found the two Wraiths standing off to the side and shushing their nervous chargers. Theoden was demanding to know where they came from and why they had been let inside, and Aragorn was attempting to calm him and tell him what was going on. Legolas went straight to the king, who turned to him in utter surprise.

"You command them?" Theoden cried, meaning the Wraiths. The elf nodded.

"I do," he said. "But it is no surprise. They too were there that day when I became part Wraith. They fell to the darkness, but their loyalty will always lie with me because they are elves and they now remember that part of themselves. They will not harm you or your people. They are rogue Wraiths."

"They are the Twin Wraiths," one of the king's advisers cried. "They have terrorized these lands for years!"

"Sixty years," the elf guessed. The man fell silent at the correct assumption. "This is true. But I knew them well, and since I am part Wraith as well I can understand the black speech when they speak it. They will not harm you."

No one quite seemed to know what to think of that, though Haldir was very inclined to believe Legolas because he had just been saved from certain death by one of them, and they had obeyed Legolas and come in here. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed it, but now he had to. But Theoden sighed brokenly.

"The fortress is taken," he said. "It is over. It matters not whether you have these strange friends. They cannot help us."

"You said this fortress will never fall while your men defend it," Aragorn said forcibly. "They still defend it! They have died defending it! Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?" there was no answer so he urged again. "Is there no other way?"

"There is one passage," a man said. "It leads into the mountains, but they will not get far. The Uruk-Hai are too many."

"Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass," he said. "And barricade the door." he paused and looked towards the window. The sun was rising. It was the fifth day!

"So much death," Theoden said brokenly. "What can men do against such reckless hate?" Aragorn looked at all of them.

"Ride out with me," Aragorn said. "Ride out and meet them! All of you!" Legolas understood and nodded to the two Wraiths, who instantly swung up onto their horses.

"For death and glory," Theoden said, a gleam entering his eyes.

"For Rohan," Aragorn corrected. "And for your people."

"The sun is rising," Gimli cried triumphantly.

"Let the horn sound in the deep," Theoden said as his men went to go get the horses for those who would be riding out. "One last time."

"Yes," Gimli cried.

Instantly the dwarf ran up towards the top of the keep, where a great horn waited. The horses were brought out. Arod had been given an elvish harness earlier by the elves of Lorien, because they had heard of his bravery. The elf swung up onto the horse, preparing his blades. The others all mounted horses and waited. The horn suddenly blast through the halls and the mountain, making the people of Rohan look up in surprise and pride at the sound of the great horn blown by the dwarf. The sound of the horn brought hope to them! It was the sound of war and pride! Those not on horses were led away, and the Twin Wraiths took up a spot on either side of the Prince of Mirkwood. Then the only sound that was heard was splintering wood.

The door had broken. But the Uruk-Hai found horses waiting for them. The Wraiths led the charge, shrieking at the Uruk-Hai, who trembled at the sound. The others followed, and those Uruks that did not jump out of the way were ridden down by the chargers of Rohan. The riders began to cut down the Uruks as well as the horn blasted loudly again, calling the men of Rohan to fight again, and the men that would surely be coming with Gandalf could hear and were now running as fast as they could to answer the call of the Deep.

The elf heard as Arod surged forward and they left the main gate, running behind the king and giving out war cries as they fought onwards. Soon they were on the bridge and killing Uruks all the way down it. They rushed fearlessly out towards the scores of Uruks in front of them that had been jostling to get inside the keep. But now they paused before the riders and their angry steeds. Legolas' blades found many more of the Uruks, and they began to try and leap forward to attack the riders. But a cry came up suddenly from the Uruk-Hai, and the elf couldn't help but look.

It was such glorious light! It illuminated them, and though Legolas could sense it, it created a black silhouette to his eyes. Gandalf had returned! And from the sound of it, so had Eomer and his two thousand men. It hardly seemed like a fair battle at all. But with the new determination of the troops within the walls and the ferocity of the riders, as well as the light of the wizard combined with the darkness of the Wraiths, their will to battle broke. Terrified, the army of Saruman tried to retreat, which made it easy for those fighting for Rohan to begin picking off more and more of them.

The Uruks didn't try to fight back as they ran away, and so more and more of them fell. Though those fighting were completely exhausted, they continued to fight until the Uruks got too far away. As Legolas returned to the gates of Helm's Deep and found Gimli and Aragorn talking with Eomer, Gandalf, and Theoden, most of the Uruk-Hai lay dead on the battle field. Only around one thousand of the Uruk-Hai that came to battle that day out of the ten thousand, fell to three hundred soldiers of Rohan, a small group of elves, and the two thousand that had come with Gandalf. It was a hard earned and miraculous victory! But it was a bitter sweet one. Rohan survived to fight another day, but many elves and men had fallen. Legolas sighed as he asked quietly for Arod to stop as well. The horse quietly obeyed.

There was a silence over everyone, as if disbelief had fallen over all of them. They had won? They all turned to look at the elf as he rejoined their group, and Gandalf smiled to see the elf. Eomer's jaw turned to look at the elf, and he did not recognize Arod, because the horse had never been so well behaved or looked so grand.

"Legolas," Gandalf said with a smile to the elf. "Good to see your father has finally seen reason. These are his blades. They suit you well." The elf couldn't help but smile a little.

"Thank you Mithrandir," he replied. "I hope they do, for I must now wear them with all the pride I can muster."

"I'm sure you will," the wizard said kindly. He looked up and noticed the two Wraiths. "Though I think your two friends there are not making anyone feel comfortable." Legolas nodded and then looked at the two Wraiths.

"Leave us for now," Legolas said in elvish. "They are growing nervous."

The two Wraiths gave commands to their horses and left quickly before anyone could get anymore nervous. Everyone watched to two of them go silently for a moment, before Eomer turned and regarded the elf silently.

"The wizard told me of your story," the man said. There was silence a moment as the elf turned his head in the direction of the man to listen carefully. "It is not an easy one to hear, and no doubt a harder one to bear. But he tells me you are strong, and I can see that now. I know a brave heart when I see one." The elf nodded, satisfied that the man wasn't very nervous of him at all.

"I pray that my heart remains as strong as it is now," the elf replied. "For the darkness that is coming now will be more powerful than any any of us have faced."

"Come," Theoden said. "There is much that needs to be done now, and rest that needs to be taken by all who have fought. Let us call the women and children out of their hiding, and let us rejoice that we have won here today. There we may share tales, but only within the relative safety of Helm's Deep."

The others were all very glad to return to Helm's Deep, and they took their still anxious beasts inside to let them rest again. Then the business began of finding the dead and wounded. The elves soon took their leave with their own bodies and wounded, with a promise from Haldir that though the elves would no longer help fight in this war, they would be there when they were needed, and that he would carry the message of their victory and the two Wraiths to Tranduil. After this, the Uruks were taken outside and thrown into massive piles, where they were burned. The dead were taken to be buried in mass graves, and the wounded were cared for. The women and children were called out, and they mourned those that they had lost and rejoiced at seeing those that had survived.

Legolas sighed. They had survived! Against every odd they had survived! But his heart was still troubled and he reached down, finding the soft head of Angrod exactly where he knew he would find it. The wolf licked his hand a little and whined. He could tell that the prince was deep in thought. The elf was worried. Saruman would certainly want his revenge, and he would look to take it soon. But they couldn't take another attack like that. Then there was Sauron. He wouldn't sit by either, and he seemed dead set on capturing the elf and bringing him within his reach as well. But he couldn't let that happen. He thought also of their missing hobbits, all four of them, and hoped that they were safe though he knew that most likely none of them were safe.

He knew that there was little chance that they would survive this war to the very bitter end, but it was a war he was more than willing to fight. If he could bring the joy back into the world then he would. Soon they would have to return to Edoras. There would be much rejoicing there, and though he was glad to have won, his heart was heavy of the thought of what would soon lie ahead, and the battles that they would have to fight. His mind unwittingly turned back to sixty years ago, when the dwarves had come and a stubborn she elf had convinced him to run after them.

"Yes," he said quietly. "We are part of this world Tauriel. I am fighting, though we may have come at last to the end of all things."

The elf wasn't sure, but he was almost convinced that he heard a voice on the wind, a sad voice, a voice that would not reach his ears. It sounded familiar, like Tauriel's, but he knew that was impossible. It couldn't be. So he turned and walked away into the halls of Helm's Deep to return to the Fellowship before the sun rose much higher.

So I added a little hint about the Hobbit in this one, and also I'm thinking of making another kind of more strange sequel of this one. If I do, this will help set up the story for that later. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a comment below. :D