Rain pours down over the hills, bouncing off the wings of my beast and making Legolas and I soaking wet.

It had taken quite a few hours to get the Ents south. I hope we are not too late. But I have faith that Aragorn and Théoden can hold the keep long enough.

The air is heavy with heat as we come over the rocky mountains and cliffs where sits our fortress.

Morier roars loudly into the watery wind.

My army of trees step over the stones and make their own battle cries as we near Helm's Deep. I can see the massive black army of demons, hollering in the air sickly roars and vicious cries, holding torches like orange stars on the battle field as they swarm the walls of the fortress, ladders thrown up the walls for them to climb into the settlement. I suppose Théoden has had the women and children gather into the caves in the mountains. There was a door to them inside the back of the keep.

It looks like the Uruk-hai have not yet broken into the courtyard. But they cluster around and on the walls and clash with our men, at least fourteen thousand of them, with a new strength in them that is unlike the orc. These are the Uruk-hai. They are bred to destroy with skill the race of men and then perhaps all others.

We climb the air high under the dark clouds, Legolas taking out his bow... My dragon then plummets down towards the fortress with a loud bellow, the wind and rain blowing back on our faces.

We fly down to the enemy and once we are close enough Legolas lets his arrow fire into the army.

I pull the reins and let my beast pick up the Uruk-hai that stands alone on the hill with his spear in the air, the commander it must be. That's cute. Morier flings him to the side of the mountain with a crash and roars again with piercing volume, kicking off the rock and towards the sky. I turn to see my army of trees submerging into the battle field and taking out orcs by the handful, making loud sounds and crashes against rock.

Legolas steers towards the wall and then hands me the reins, getting up on his feet and once we are close enough, leaping onto the wall, knocking back a ladder in the process.

I swoop down and my beast grabs Uruk-hai in groups and knocks them over, killing them with its claws.

We take to the air and from there I see Aragorn. He looks up at me with almost shock but gratitude, just before crying out and charging into battle, plunging his sword into the body of an enemy.

We fly back east and see that the Ents have taken out the Uruk archers, though a few of them have fallen in flames.

But we fly low, spear tops passing us from underneath. He takes a few of them in hand, pulling up some and dropping them on each other. I take my bow out from my back, balancing with just my legs as I notch an arrow and pull pack. I fire into the midst of the army and get Uruk warrior about to make for the ladder.

On the wall I can see Legolas there fighting incredibly as he always does, with swift movement, using his bow and arrows to the point where no orc can touch him.

I can see Gimli as well, hacking and slashing at the enemy with battle cries.

They shout numbers back and forth between each other. Are they really competing for who can get the most kills? Men...

I fire arrow after arrow into the army, hitting one every time and almost getting wet locks of hair in my eyes as they stick to my cheek bone.

But that's when I notice the Uruk's bringing forth huge spheres of metal, two of them. And each one has to have at least two of them carry it, with spikes around the bottom and the sides, looking like a giant grenade almost.

I cry out and duck down into the battle field, Morier picking up the bomb with his feet and flaying into the air. I turn his neck and we swoop over them, dropping the great weapon onto the huge army and having it explode from the torches it lands on, destroying a group of Uruks, sending them flying into the air of fire and landing on each other, taking out a good thirty of them.

I fire a few more arrows and let the Ents take out the back of them completely. But I have missed the second bomb which has been placed under the wall and I look over at it when I hear a loud boom. It was not enough to send the wall into pieces but it has cracked it and let some of the might stone collapse on itself.

I steer my pet to where they almost broke in and let him land on the wall, picking up an orc with its teeth and flinging him into other orcs. I hop off the saddle and onto the stone beneath me, putting away my bow and pulling out both my daggers. "Morier," I say to my beast. "Ndengina."

He growls and leaps off the wall, flying into battle and over to the first tier where two might ladders have hooked onto the wall, and clutching onto both of them, the Uruk's thinking that it is on their side. It roars towards the king and the elves raise their bows.

"Hold you fire!" Théoden commands them with a hand up.

Morier snarls and pulls on the ladders, his wings flapping behind him, ripping the ladders from the wall and sending them, full of orcs, to the ground.

I smile and turn around as I hear orcish roars. Two of them come at me with swords lifted to the air. The first brings his down but I block it quickly with my knife in the air, his dark sword hitting mine with a clash. I tear it away from me and thrust my other blade into his stomach, and pulling it out, spinning around to stab it into the one on its way just behind him, spilling black blood on the ground.

I see one coming up a ladder ahead, trying to aid the spill of orc on the walls getting taken down by elf warriors. I charge forward at full speed, flying into the air with a side kick that knocks the orc back and the ladder as well. I land on the ground and throw my blade into the air, catching it again and sending it tearing down an Uruk's chest.

I yank my weapon out and run forward, ready to take out the orc before me but running by him after a Lothlórien arrow pierces his ribs and he falls over. My feet hit against the wet concrete under me, my hands grip my knives. I charge for the demon that hops off a ladder onto the wall. I hurl my weapon like a throwing blade and let it impale the throat of the monster. It drops its black sword onto the stone and chokes on the blade until death takes its life.

I duck when an Uruk swings a sword towards my own neck. I try to swipe its leg but the armor is so tough I get my weapon lodged in its thigh guard and I do a roll on the ground to evade his blow down towards my back. I spring up and look at him as he growls and is prepared to swing again. I don't have another weapon...

I lunge forward as he thrusts his sword towards my torso. I clutch the little blade from inside my boot that I had and shove it up his slimy charcoal throat. I kick him hard in the gut and pull my Mirkwood knife from his armor.

I turn around when I hear shouting. They have made their way up the ramp and have brought a battering ram with them.

"Legolas!" I call ahead of me on the wall.

He slices an orc's neck and turns around.

"The gate!" I call.

His head flashes to it and back at me, the drops of water falling off his wet face and hair. He pulls out his bow and I do too after I grab my other long knife and sheath it. I run towards the gates, whacking an Uruk in the head on the way, sending him down to the ground below. I load an arrow quickly and aim at the two of them that pull the large log with a spiked end forward.

I fire and take out one of the carriers. Legolas takes out the other and another orc behind them. That slows them down but it won't stop them.

I notch another and fire, watching it miss but then shooting another to let it stick into the shoulder of one of them, causing it to stagger back and fall off. Legolas actually fires at the handles, blocking them from using them.

I look behind me when I hear someone say "Aragorn!" It was the dwarf who leaps down into the pile of Uruk-hai that have climbed over the broken wall and are filling the courtyard where Aragorn is with the elf soldiers who had been firing arrows.

"Gimli!" he calls back in worry for the dwarf's life.

A roar makes me look to my right. An orc runs at us but Legolas has his knives out already and has sliced off both his arms in a flash.

I pull out my daggers and run forward as another ladder is being raised up to the wall. I fly along, swiping the rope that brought it up with my blade and sending it back to the ground.

I hold it against my wrist as one approaches me that had just finished off a Rohan warrior. I spin in the air, doing a kick that knocks his sword from him and then I slice his chest open diagonally with both blades. Twenty-nine, I count.

I thrust my dagger left, it sinking into another and letting it fall to the ground.

I run by and pluck it from the dead Uruk's chest and turn around to see the Mirkwood prince, who had taken a shield from a dead orc and is surfing down the stairs on it while firing arrows extensively quickly at the monsters below to help Aragorn and the others. At the bottom he lets go, the shield piercing an orc in the neck and killing him.

He uses the arrow he had to stab another in front of him and kick it to the ground.

I clash my blades in an "x" to block a downward blow from one of them that roars in my face. These monsters are bigger than orcs, like body-builders of Sauron's army, courtesy of Saruman.

I move aside and pull my blades off his, using both horizontally to cut across his ribs but they get stuck in the thick armor. I grunt after he swings towards me and kick my amber plated toes hard against his shin. He roars and I yank my swords out and twirl one, stabbing into the exposed part under his chest plate and pulling it back out with a coating of black slime.

I throw my other one ahead and it cuts the side of an Uruk that fights a young man and allows for the opportunity to finish him.

I look behind me at the Spartan turtle of Uruk-hai that are making their way up to the gate, their shields covering their heads form arrows, though the people above them throw rocks and spears down on them. I hear a loud roar and look up to see Morier dash into the group and take out at least fifteen ors that crowd before the gate.

The trees still fight at the back, destroying orcs in the army as fiercely as they have been.

The enemy's army jumps over bodies of their allies as they cluster into the courtyard, the elves firing arrows at them robotically until they charge and use their swords to fight them off. The carcasses of the orc and also men and elves cover the walls and the dirty ground flooded with water. The gates are being slammed with a battering ram.

I turn around and leap down the stairs, plunging into the courtyard flooded with Uruks, men, and elves.

There are still hundreds of them and our numbers are dwindling. I charge forward and jump into the air, kicking the back of one's head into another, landing on the ground, and shoving both daggers into two orcs on either side simultaneously. I pull them out and swing them around, cutting open a throat and spilling blood everywhere.

I run up to an elf who has his blade clashed with an Uruk's and I stab the beast's side viciously.

I spin around just before I am cut down by a sword thrown down by my head and stick my dagger into the orc's shoulder, it roaring in pain. I yank it out quickly and whirl around behind him, slicing open his neck.

"Behind you," I hear a smooth elven voice say and I spin around. But he has already lopped off the Uruk's head with his daggers in an ex formation.

The body tumbles to the ground and he pulls his dagger upward to block a bow from another that was headed towards my skull. I do the favor of thrusting my blade into the stomach and up the rib cage of the monster and Legolas pushes him over.

I see Gimli fighting three at a time and run at him. Legolas is already with me and he cuts open the side of a dark colored beast and I am there, swinging my blades around, killing both orcs at the same time with the blades through their necks.

But our men fall and we are almost surrounded.

"Aragorn!" I hear Théoden call from the city. "Fall back to the keep! Get your men out of there!"

I look around at the fallen elves around me. Luckily there are some still standing.

"Fall back!" Aragorn calls to the men in elvish. "Pull back to the keep!"

My eyes flash to my left and I duck as one of the orcs runs my way with a sword and swipes above my head. I catch the ground and yank my leg across, making him fall back. I finish him by stabbing his chest and stand back to my feet.

Legolas has finished off another and he starts running up the steps. "Vil! To the keep!" he urges to me.

I nod and run up after him. I notice then that most of the elves, Gimli, and Aragorn have all run up the steps. Even as I charge past Legolas he places a hand on my back as I do and until I am far from him.

A ladder still remains up here and two Uruks charge at us. I block a hit from one's sword that swings left, and ducking as it tries to grab me, stabbing down the bone of its leg and pulling it back out, rising up and jabbing it into the monster's neck. I whirl around to see Legolas finishing off the other one.

"Let's go!" I urge him but as he looks over his shoulder he stops and looks shocked, and not in the good way. I look to where he is and see a fallen elf with blonde hair, the captain of the elven army in Aragorn's arms.

"Legolas..." I say quietly.

But that's when I recognize his face. Haldir. The elf who let me stay in Lothlórien on my journey. He knew both Thranduil and Legolas... and now we watch his lost eyes that search the sky for the death that has just taken him, the elf still in Aragorn's arms.

I stare with a broken heart despite where we are.

But Aragorn gets up just then and charges at another ladder, punching an orc on his way up and grabbing it, bringing down the ladder onto the battle field with him on it, rage in his action. He falls into the ocean of Uruk-hai. But there's no way he can fight them all off.

"Bloody-" I start and whistle with my fingers. "Get to the keep, Legolas!" I command him but he doesn't want to move. I look back at him with an expression of reassurance. "Go!"

He nods and runs back.

My dragon lands on the wall just then and I grip the saddle, thrusting myself onto it and wrapping the reins around my arm. "Yah!" I command and his wings go up into the air and Morier roars. We descend down into the battle field and I spot the ranger fighting with Uruks completely surrounding him. I dip down and tell my creature to pick up the man with his claws and he does, taking him forcefully from the line of fire and we carry him up to the second tier.

As I fly over the city I see the men struggling to hold the gate as the orcs pound their way through using the battering ram. They have created a hole in the wood now. I drop Aragorn on the lookout of the second tier and he looks up at me.

"You're welcome!" I call down to him, and flying off, not waiting for a response.

I soar around and look over the state that our fort is in which isn't a good one. The men gather behind the gates and brace them, trying to keep the army of Isengard out.

"The King is wounded!" I hear someone below say. Good lord I have to babysit everyone!

"Pull him back!" I call down to them and leap off my dragon that sits on the bottom tier, my feet hitting the concrete. I run to where the army gathers at the gates. I see Théoden there leaning against the stone wall and holding his shoulder, his wet sandy hair hugging his face as he breathes.

"How bad is it?" I ask him.

He doesn't seem to respond to the fact that he's hurt, so I pull his hand from his wound and examine the stab under his shoulder plate from a spear. It's not too deep but I rip off a piece of cloth from his shirt and tie it tightly around his shoulder to stop the bleeding a little.

"We don't want our king to die on the fields of battle, sire," I explain.

Aragorn is down here now and I flinch from the battering ram hitting the gate again with a loud slam.

"We cannot hold much longer," Théoden's assistant says.

Gimli is here as well.

"Hold them!" Théoden says to Aragorn.

"How long do you need?!" he calls back.

"As long as you can give me."

I pull out my bow and notch an arrow. I aim at the window of snarling Uruks and fire past a warrior's head. It pierces the shoulder of one as Aragorn and Gimli disappear.

"Timbers!" Théoden calls.

"Brace the gate!" I command the soldiers.

Legolas is here now firing arrows where I do. He was with the other archers on the other side in front of the Hornburg.

Our soldiers pile onto the gate with great force. And we take out many with arrows through the hole. Another slam that shoves us back.

But soon we help brace the gate as they try to get wood in to repair it.

I look out over the hole when the lunges from the enemy stop. I see Aragorn and Gimli there taking out orcs from the bridge left and right. It is a narrow way but they knock them off into the stone.

That gives us an opportunity to start stacking timbers on the gate to fix it and make it sturdy again to hold them back.

"Let's help him!" Legolas says and I follow him up the steps and to the top of the wall over the gate. We use archery to fire at orcs down on the ramp below that crowd our two friends. I place my arm over the rock ledge and aim down where they are, letting my arrow fly and hit an orc's bloody helmet, bouncing off. I groan in anger and load another. This time I get a shoulder; a hit.

The whole army of Uruk-hai crowd up to the bridge where they are and we try to eliminate them best we can but there are so many.

My eyes look worried as I gaze upon the huge force that waits at the gates and still crowd in the courtyard to try and make their way through the stone doorways to the Hornburg. I look back at our little army... and the bodies of our allies that pile on the walls and the ground...

My heart begins to beat fast and I worry for Rohan and all the women and children... for my friends.

"Vilora," Legolas urges.

I snap out of my thoughts and load another arrow quickly. As I aim down it and fire I ask, "Do you think we will make it?"

"I do not... know... but just stay with me alright?" he responds without much thinking. He seems as protective over me as his father was. And I don't object. Have you seen elves fight for someone?

I nod quickly--

Just then large anchor-like hooks fly up onto the wall from which fired from huge, planted crossbows. They are thrust onto the wall with a rope attached and before we can do anything it fixes itself into the spacing of the wall and enormously tall ladders are cranked up onto the wall of the Hornburg.

Legolas fires an arrow at the link where the rope is attached and it the fastening breaks, sending the ladder to the ground full of demons bellowing with fear.

I try to get to the other two ladders but the Uruks run at me with weapons held high. My bow flies up above my head to clash with one's sword and I reach forward, sticking an arrow into its neck and pulling it out, using it then to shoot at the orc behind him. I spin and whack another in the cheek with my bow. I pull it over one's torso from behind, locking its arms and I leap on its back, clutching its armor and then with a twist, breaking its neck. I yank off my bow and look down at the bridge.

Aragorn and Gimli are surrounded.

I look over my shoulder to check of Morier is nearby but I don't see him.

A few other men are up here as well and Legolas grabs a rope. "Aragorn!" he calls and tosses it over the edge. The man grabs Gimli and the rope. I run behind Legolas and help him, along with a few others, to pull the two friends to safety.

It has stopped raining now, and that's when I notice the sky is just a bit brighter. The sun is close to rising.

We get them over the wall and I let go, my hands stiff from pulling the rough rope. Legolas helps Gimli to his feet. The Uruk-hai don't stop coming. They pound against the doors of the fortress as we try desperately to hold them back. Inundation of evil corrupts the clusters around Helm's Deep. They are closing in... we are falling. This battle might be the end of us all.

But we still fight as madly as possible until the gates are broken in and we hear Théoden and his men call, "Fall back! Fall back!" and "The castle is breached! Retreat!"

I stab an orc's chest and look at Aragorn. "Come on! To the keep!"

I run after him but as we head to the halls I see a child, maybe about ten, who holds the cut on his arm, blood leaking through his fingers. He sobs in terror on the ground as Uruks charge at him. Without thinking, Legolas races towards him and throws his body over the child, ready to die to protect him.

I charge towards them, throwing a knife at an orc and then slide on my legs, passing two of them, plucking my knife from the body and standing up, cutting off one's wrist as it holds a sword and kick the weapon from the other one's hand. I face Legolas who has the child scooped up in his arms and I stab both of the orcs in the stomach with my duel blades simultaneously.

Legolas looks up at me with relief. But he doesn't hesitate to pick up the child and run with ease to the keep. I don't see Aragorn. But I am sure he is trying to make sure everyone is safe. I send Legolas front and I stay at the back with Gimli, holding them off our warriors and citizens until we enter the keep.

The doors shut loudly, closing the Uruk-hai from reaching us; the survivors. They brace against it with all their might as the orcs hit the wood from the other side.

I look over my shoulder at Legolas who kneels down to eye level with the small wounded child as he sniffs, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. Since Legolas is three thousand years old he must see all children as mere infants, precious and pure; innocent.

"Hand me a bandage," I say to the king's assistant who helps him and some men with their wounds.

He tosses me a roll and I walk over to the child, bending down with a wet rag and washing his wound clean and as gently as possible, with Legolas holding his hand. I bind it with the bandage and tie it off, wiping a tear off the boy's cheek with my finger.

"Take this boy to the caves to be with his mum," I tell the king's steward. He nods and takes the child by the hand, walking with him to the back where the entrance to the cavern is.

I turn and run to the door as the others lean against it. I grab a long wooden bench in front of the table and drag it across the concrete floor, handing it to Aragorn and helping him set it up against the gate.

Others begin grabbing furniture and piling against the unsettled barred doors.

"The fortress is taken," Théoden says to us. "It is over..."

"You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it," Aragorn says as he and Legolas grab a table and haul it to the doors. "They still defend it. They have died defending it." He approaches the king.

A bash against the door startles us. They have brought the battering ram to the gates.

Aragorn and I exchange a worried look. "Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?" he asks Théoden.

The king looks down and thinks.

"...Is there no other way?" he repeats frantically as the Uruk-hai pound on the door.

"...There is a passage," his steward says. "It leads into the mountains."

"Legolas inform them," I say and he nods immediately, running to the back. "If we stand our ground we can hold them off long enough for the people to escape." 

"They will not get far. We cannot hold for long. The Uruk-hai are too many," the steward says to me.

"Barricade the entrance to the caves," Aragorn commands him.

"So much death," Théoden breathes as his assistant runs back to help men pile things in front of the doors to the caverns on the opposite side after Legolas returns. "What can men do against such reckless hate...?"

Just then I look to the left to see that the sun has almost risen, sending a beam of white light through the small window.

Isengard has fought all night for this fortress and they have almost won...

"Ride out with me," Aragorn murmurs in deep thought, breaking me from my own.

Théoden looks at him.

"...Ride out and meet them," he continues.

"For death and glory," he whispers in agreement, approaching him.

"For Rohan... For your people."

"Make haste," I say. "For the sun is now almost above the mountains to the east."

"Yes," Théoden breathes. "The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep... one last time." Hope and pride reaches the king's eyes once more.

"Yes," Gimli bellows and runs to the stairs that lead to the tower, in which holds the great horn.

Théoden grasps Aragorn's shoulder. "Let this be the hour when we draw swords together."

Aragorn lifts his chin and breathes. They bring in the armored horses from the stables behind us and the king mounts his with his helmet in hand.

Legolas is on his and pulls out his new sword.

Aragorn lifts himself on his brown steed and a few others ride the last ones. I stand at the back with the soldiers who do not have a horse and pull out my sword.

The gates are waiting to be opened by them as we stand back in formation, the king at the head. "Fell deeds, awake," he says. "Now for wrath, now for ruin, and for a red dawn!" He places his helmet on his head as the loud, deep horn blows above us.

Aragorn draws his sword and the gates in front of us are blown in, orcs roaring with their weapons in the air and piling through.

"Forth Eorlingas!" the king says and his horse stands on its back legs with a powerful neigh, charging towards the newcomers with great speed. The others follow with battle cries, the footsteps of the horses rattling the ground. They break and run over orcs, swinging their swords through the assemblage of black armored demons and sending dark blood through the air from their blades.

I race forward and slash downward as I leap over the falling body of an orc hit by a hoof, cutting open his chest and running down the room with my soldiers. We follow the riders in front from the halls and down the steps, except I make a right, dashing up some steps and twirling left to dodge and arrow and not even looking back as I charge to the overlook of the top tier and leap off the edge with all my strength, flying into the wind and landing on my dragon that shoots up beneath me.

My feet hit the sides of the saddle and slip down into where they need to be. I grab the reins and let Morier's head come up over the wall, pulling us into the sky that hides the sky with thick clouds, though white light cracks them apart.

Dawn is breaking.

The wings plunge downward and up again and we come over to where my army charges through, breaking the sea of Uruk-hai with rage and courage.

I brace myself and buckle in on the saddle, then with a quick yank I am upside down and I throw my sword over my head as I pass the ramp, its wings taking out a lot of them and my sword slicing off two heads at once.

Then we flip back over and steer around before we hit the large stone cliff.

I let out a battle cry and so does my beast as we lower into the blanket of orcs and scrape up at least twenty of them with his claws.

We climb back up as we hear a horse's neigh at the top of the east hill. When I bring my dragon out of harm's way I look up and there on the top of the slope is the wizard Gandalf on his snow white stallion that whinnies with its hooves in the air, where the sunlight sends a long shadow of them down the stone incline. I can almost see it peeking over the top of the hill where they stand.

Another horse approaches from side, a brown one with a rider that looks a bit familiar. Then it hits me. Éomer. I feel myself smile. He lifts his sword into the air above his mighty helmet. "Rohirrim!" the man calls. Three hundred horses and riders come up behind them ready to fight.

I see the orcs beneath me notice this and they make formation, readying their spears in front to stab the incoming army. Trees are still on the battlefield and my companions on horseback are clustered at the foot of the ramp after taking out so many of the army and miraculously not dying in the process. They are surrounded. But now I think that won't be a problem. I remember what the wizard had said before: "Look to my coming. At first light on the fifth day. Look to the east."

"To the king!" Éomer cries and the men all shout with anger but bravery.

Gandalf rides down with Éomer at his side, the rest of the massive army coming over and down the hill with them, charging into battle with no mercy.

The whole wave of soldiers on horseback flood down into the valley of Helm's Deep like the fall of water over stone. Morier cheers loudly and I smile.

Just as they make their descent the sun breaks over the top of the mountains, sending blinding light into the sea of Uruk-hai and beams of white that strike the battle field and gleam off the armor of the Rohirrim. I hear cries of pain from the orcs and the shouts of battle from the men who descend upon them, breaking their wall of spears and crushing the crowd of the white hand of Saruman.

They ride through the army, obliterating the enemy with great courage and triumph, blowing over them like a great flood in a valley of grass.

I send my beast into the fields of war again, picking up any of the leftovers and dropping them on stone. Morier banks hard as the orcs fly under us. I pass in between two of my Ent warriors as they thrust large stones into the valley.

My dragon grabs an orc who attempts to burn one of the trees in his mouth and bites him in sheer half. As we pass an Ent I slice an orc's stomach as it climbs onto one, sending him back to the ground. I soar around front to see the black inundation replaced with brown, green, and white, the colors of the riders of Rohan.

I fly down, sending my dragon at an angle, taking out orcs with the wings of my beast. He flies over the Hornburg and I leap off there, landing on the stone with a combat roll and standing up again, charging at an Uruk with lightning speed and slicing down its neck with fury. I turn around and block upwards with my sword, hitting against the heavy iron blade and kicking him hard in the gut, then swinging to the side and plunging my blade down his spine, ripping it from the dark glossy skin and thrusting it into the stomach of another.

I slice one after the other with battle cries and then stop when silence hits, pulling my blade from an orc I stand up as I catch my breath and wipe the blood from my cheek, walking to the edge of the wall that overlooks the valley slowly.

Our men, the men of Rohan, fill the lands with the trees and my dragon flying overhead. We saved them. We saved the women and children. We saved Rohan.

I hear a loud cheer from each and every being on the field, holding their swords into the air and rejoicing in victory. The lands sing with the voices of the mighty men, and echoes with the joyful noise of triumph.

I breathe and stand before them, letting a smile creep on my lips.

We beat Saruman the White.

We won the battle for Helm's Deep.

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