Third Person
The Uruks run from Helm's Deep and into a line of trees.
"Stay out of the forest! Keep away from the trees!" Èomer yells
The Uruks run into the forest. It groans and sways. Horrible sounds emerge. Èowyn touches Aragorn's face and smiles. The two embrace. The Rohirrim are clearing Uruk bodies. Gimli sits on one, smoking his pipe.
"Final count: fourty-two." Legolas informs him
"Fourty-two?! That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling." Gimli says "I myself am sitting pretty on fourty-three."
Legolas frowns. He draws his bow and shoots Gimli's Uruk.
"Fourty-three." Legolas says
"He was already dead." Gimli says
"He was twitching." Legolas points out
"He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!" Gimli exclaims
Gimli wiggles the axe handle, making the Uruk twitch. Legolas leaves in search of Gandalf. Gandalf looks up at the elf prince as he approaches him.
"Yes Legolas?" Gandalf asks
"Will we be rescuing my Lyra now?" Legolas asks
"Yes, we will" Gandalf replies and they all set off.
Gandalf and his company sit on their horses. They look towards Mordor.
"Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift." Gandalf says "The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness."
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