Cursed

IV

We all rushed up the stairs and were soon faced with a familiar face. Haldir of Lorien. Stood a front many of his kin. "We come to honour that allegiance." He smiled. Aragorn was quick to embrace the Elf. "You are most welcome." Legolas stepped forward and embraced the Elf too, certainly proud of his kin.

"We are proud to fight alongside Men once more." He also noticed me standing beside the king and walked towards me. "I am glad you are still safe, mellon." He spoke softly, "And you aswell, mellon nin." He threw me a smile and embraced me.

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Now, the walls of Helm's Deep were covered in soldiers of all ages, and many elves, stood proud with their bows. "You could have picked a better spot." Gimli sighed and Legolas laughed. I was stood beside him, while Aragorn was stood over to the right, making his way towards us. The distant sound of marching was heard, and the flames of torches came over hill.

"Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night." Gimli said, looking towards the Ranger. "Your friends are with you, Aragorn." Legolas spoke. "Let's hope they last the night." Gimli muttered. And Aragorn pat them both on the shoulder before he turned to me. "Stay safe." He whispered and I nodded. He walked to join the frontline.

"What's happening out there?" Gimli urged, as the Uruks came to a standstill. "Shall I describe it to you?" Or would you like me to find you a box?" Legolas turned to the Dwarf, to which we all laughed. It seemed hard to be serious at a time like this. Perhaps we were using jokes to cover our fear.

I drew my bow, just as someone from the crowd of men let of one of their arrows, which caused an uproar in the Orc pack. They instantly rushed towards us. "Their armour is weak at the neck... and beneath the arm." Legolas spoke to the other Elves who were soon commanded to fire. "Did they hit anything?" Gimli asked, jumping around like an excited child.

At least a few hundred orcs were killed from the first few blows. Though, there were still close to ten thousand left.

The orcs began shooting back with their crossbows, managing to take out a few Elf soldiers. Suddenly, they rushed forward with ladders and began climbing them. I began to shoot as many off as I could. Orcs were a bit like insects, one hit and they died. They were weak creatures when compared with any other race. They swarmed the ladders as all the Elves drew their swords.

We began to fight, and this fight, I'm sure, would last a while.

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The orcs began making their way up the bridge to the keep, shielded while carrying a wooden post, used to break down the gates. I managed to shoot a few down, but their force was too many. My eyes suddenly turned to an orc carrying a bright flame right below me. I soon realised this was their plan, and Helm's Deep would fall. "Run! Move!" I commanded the soldiers near me, as Legolas was called on by Aragorn to kill the flame-carrier. But it was too late.

Rocks and bodies were thrown everywhere, and I can't remember exactly what happened, but I was now on the floor, laying in a small puddle of water and blood. I was thrown from the wall?

I noticed when I recoiled my hand to get up, that the blood was mine, and I grimaced at the sight. I had a large gash on my side, and I prayed it would heal quickly. The orcs had breeched the walls and I watched the Elves charge towards them. I reached for my sword and began doing the same, slashing and killing as many as my sword could near.