𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ~ {𝐋.𝐆}

24: Battle Of Helms Deep

   "Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red dawn!" Theoden cried, mounting his horse and faced the double doors that were being rammed by the Orc army. A deep horn sounded within the Hammerhand, causing even the strongest Uruk-Hai to freeze in fear. Before long the relentless ramming of the doors recommenced, hurling the men blockading the entrance to the ground. The men shot back up and slammed their bodies against the door before the next round of ramming could happen. Aragorn, Legolas and a few other men mounted there stallions, falling just behind the king as Gimli continued to blow the horn.

  "Forð Eorlingas!" Theoden drew his sword just in time for the double doors to crash to the ground which was followed by a swarm of Orcs, Goblins and Uruk-Hai flowing into the Great Hall of Hammerhand.

  Before the Orc's could reach the group, they had already started charging through the dark army, out of the doors and onto a great stone bridge that had no barriers, it would be a far fall. Theoden lead the assault, annihilating the ranks of the white hand. Aragorn followed the king and behind him charged Legolas on a great white steed that plowed through the black wall of Uruk-Hai.

 The company a had torn through the Uruk-Hai that had crawled up the bridge, and they were now mowing down the stragglers that had tried to flee into the sea of swords. They eventually  broke onto the main battleground, into a wall of black. 

Gandalf sat on Shadowfax, overlooking the battle raging on below. Beside him Eomer appeared at the head of his men. The army was made up of one thousand men clad in shining silver armor, riding brilliant white horses of the Riddermark. 

"To the King!" 

Eomer cried, lurching forward on his horse, and in front Gandalf lead the army. They galloped down the great hill as the sun had begun to rise above the slope, casting golden rays onto the glimmering army. Gandalf  thrust his staff out, casting a blinding white light which enveloped him and the men. 

The white army hurtled toward the battle below. Within seconds they had smashed into the wall of the shields, trampling the orcs that tried to retaliate. Gandalf swung his sword, beheading multiple Uruk-Hai, and crushing dozens of orcs with his horse. The clanging of metal got louder and louder as more of the Rohirrim crashed through the ranks of Sarumans army. The original fighting men and elves had a sudden burst of motivation as they watched in awe as Eomers and Gandalf's army had begun to destroy the unsuspecting orcs.

"Aragorn look!" Legolas pointed to the east, swinging his sword at the neck of a particularly ill looking orc. Aragorn followed the elf's gaze to the large slope that loomed over the battle, of which Gandalf had just appeared. The shapes of black figures took form, too small for the untrained eye to see, but they were there non the less. The figures flew directly in front of the sun, as if being sent from the great ball of fire itself. Some of the keen eyed men and bright eyes elves had taken notice of these black shapes. In their drained and frightened minds, their blood ran cold as it could only mean one thing. Ring Wraiths. The battle raged on until a tumultuous group call of  'caws' echoed throughout the valley of the Hammerhand and the battle came to a short lived stand still as all eyes, good and bad scanned the sky. Within moments, great black shadows cast themselves over the ground, gliding over the battle, preparing to kill. 

"Were here!" You yelled to Pippin who was gripping the feathers of an eagle named Gwaihir. Pippin flew just behind You and Glorfindel. Glorfindel was sat behind You on a great eagle named Thorondor, the leader of the great birds. You really wished you could have flown with Pippin, but the high elf had insisted that you shared with him. And in a way, you honestly thought you would be safer with Pippin, just a feeling. Something was off about the elf, but you did not know what. A faint memory of yours had recalled him from a book you had read, and in that book Glorfindel was a great and ancient elf warrior, but that is all you could remember. Your memory was still fading. You did not fully understand why Glorfindel was coming back from Isengard as he had said when recounting the tail of him finding the Hobbit, but you did not  ask. 

"I don't think Tom is here yet!" Pippin shouted back, looking like he might puke as the birds started to plunge towards the battle, letting out thundering 'caws.' Looking down, you could see the heads of the fighters below snap up, some in fear, some in awe. The great birds swiftly glided over the heads of the men and orcs, the Eagles claws grazing the helms of some warriors. The eagles large wings flapped, sending gusts of wind towards the dark army, knocking them clean off their feet as Gwaihir and Thorondor came to land on the wall of the Deep but the other Eagles had begun to soar, snatching the Uruk-Hai in their claws and dropped them from great heights. The battle soon broke out again, this time more violent, and it was not the men who trembled in fear. You scanned the land, trying to find any of your friends. Trying to find Legolas. You were about to ask Thorondor to take flight again after seeing Pippins eagle, Gwaihir, lurch forward to join the slaughtering of evil, but a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"I would ask you to wait." Glorfindel said, still gripping your arm. You frowned, turning to look at him.  Why should I wait? 

"Why?" You asked in confusion, but got no reply. The elves green eyes were scanning the battle, and for a moment you thought you saw  dismay flash over his features.

"Harraroomphhh!" A great roar snapped your head to the thick green woodland in the north. The tree's seemed to moving closer, with great thuds and huffs. 

"What the-" Before you could finish, a heard of one hundred and fifty Elks came charging out of the walking forest, their heads bowed down so their antlers could impale anyone that got in their way. Near the front you thought you could see a man with bright yellow boots riding an Elk. Tom Bombidil. The distant notes of his song made it to your ears before the screams of Orcs could be heard.

"Hey dol! merry dol! Ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! Hop along! Fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!" The heard hurtled through the army of orcs that had tried to attack from the north, flattening them almost instantly. The dark servants that had managed to escape the trampling fled to the forest in fright. Probably a wrong move on their part. 

Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf stood side by side as they watched the dark army be reduced to a few fleeing orcs and injured Uruk-Hai. They were battered and bruised with cuts all over them. Sweat clung to their clothes and blood matted their hair, though Legolas had somehow managed to still have perfectly maintained blond locks. 

"Gandalf thank the Valar for you!" Gimli grunted, tearing his axe out of an orcs skull. 

"It is not me you should thank. It is Tom, Pippin and Y/N who brought the eagles, trees and Elk." Gandalf said as he indicted to the yellow booted man approaching them. Legolas froze. Y/N? She  is alive? 

"Y/N is dead Gandalf, she fell from a great cliff not a few days past!" Aragorn said in disbelief, noticing Legolas could hardly form words. Alive? The elf had had excitement bubbling in his stomach, washing away all the sadness that had him in its clutches. A grin plastered itself onto all their faces, more so Legolas, but worry held him still. Were you injured or hurt? 

"Dead? No, no. I found her washed up in Derdingle last night. If you need proof, she is up there with  Glorfindel!" Tom pointed to the wall of Helms deep. A huge eagle with two figures could be seen, surveying the grounds. The man, Dwarf, and Elf snapped their heads up in awe as their eyes landed on the sight of you. But Gandalf did not look nearly as pleased, and looking closer, Legolas did not either.  Both the Wizards and the Elf's faces fell almost instantly.  Gandalf turned to Tom, anger in his blue eyes.

"Tom you fool, that is not Glorfindel!"

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Sorry for the late update, this was supposed to be up yesterday but I was busy. Tom made an oopsy!