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Those of us remaining quickly gather horses from within the keep, and I'm glad to be sat on Hasufel alone instead of having to share with Aragorn, but only because he now has Beron.
"Fell deeds awake..." Theoden says from the front of our company. "Now for wrath, now for ruin, and a red dawn!"
Aragorn unsheathes his sword and I follow suit, my horse standing between him and Legolas as the door rattles, threatening to break with each assault it receives.
A deep, rolling horn sounds from above—from Gimli—and the door breaks, Uruks piling in as the wood splinters and falls to the ground in sections.
"Forth Eorlingas!"
With swords raised and battle cries echoing, we gallop towards the Uruks and cut them down as we charge past.
I grunt, my face scrunched up as I wield my sword and slice it down at them and barrel past out of the door, following Theoden down the stairs of the keep. Many are trampled by our horses but those who swing axes at us receive decapitated heads or cut chests and fall to the ground.
The horn continues to sound as we charge through the streets and onto the causeway, hundreds of Uruks running towards us and blocking the entire plain.
I whip my head to the side, by braid flying as I unsheathe my second sword and cut and stab on either side of me.
Dawn has arrived, which means Gandalf should be here very soon...if not, we surely will die here.
I glance to Legolas, also wielding a sword instead of his bow, and feel regret for not being honest with him. If his feelings are not reciprocated, then I can live with that...but I cannot go through another day without at least trying to tell him my feelings.
If he does not feel the same, then I will be receiving my penance for not cherishing Haldir's love.
A horse in the distance catches my attention and I look to the hilltop far above in the light of the rising sun, where a white horse rears up.
Shadowfax—Gandalf.
The Uruks start to turn away from us, looking to the sight above.
When another rider pulls up beside Gandalf, I smile, recognising Eomer. His soldiers appear beside them and the Orcs around us snarl at the sight.
"To the king!"
Relief floods through me as I turn, cutting down an Uruk trying to run away from me, Gandalf and the Rohirrim charging down the hill towards us.
I look back, the sun rising higher and higher behind them, but my eyes move to the lines of Uruks marching with their spears lowered.
They will be skewered, all of them.
"Come on, Gandalf," I whisper, looking back to him leading the army that barrels down the hillside.
Dust builds up in the wake of the horses galloping down, but even that is not enough to stop the blinding light of the sun that now fills the air around us.
I blink at the brightness, watching as the Uruk's spears are raised higher as they flinch and cover their eyes at the bright light, and then I grin as the armies collide, Uruks falling to the ground.
Turning again with a sudden momentum, I slice the neck of a beast beside me then stab into the next one.
It doesn't take long for the carcasses to pile up, and soon enough the majority of them are running away, fleeing back to the hills—back to Isengard.
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Ithildin - Legolas x OC
FanfictionLady Amariel of Rivendell joins her friends on a perilous quest through Middle-Earth...finding love with an old friend along the way. * Amariel, the youngest daughter of Lord Elrond, has spent most of her life battling with her father about her fate...
