Eomer and Legolas
With the pale light of dawn beginning to filter through the high
windows, Legolas gripped his sword. Moments earlier Gimli had charged
out of sight to sound the great horn somewhere high above. Theoden and
the remaining men mounted up upon spirited stallions. Aragorn sat tall
upon Brego. Legolas was mounted beside him upon his white stallion,
"Forth, Eoringlas!" Theoden cried. Even as the doors before them burst
open to admit a roaring crowd of Uruks, the horn of Helm Hammerhand rang
forth, shaking dust from the rafters above. The horses reared and
charged into the black mass before them. Monsters fell back in alarm,
shocked that resistance yet stood within the walls of the fortress.
Theoden upon his horse was first out the door, with Gamling charging
swiftly after. Spears were two long for such close combat and in the
dim morning light, swords flashed and hacked.
Aragorn came bolting after, shouting as he cut. Legolas rode beside
him, his bow useless to him now. Instead he cut and stabbed at the
black flood that surrounded him and Arod. Uruks fell back at his wrath,
but there were always more.
Again the great stone horn sounded again, causing creatures of evil to
quail back in fear. But Men and Elf charged forward with renewed hope
and fury, bent on riding themselves of this plague once and for all.
But there were many more left than they had feared. Swarms of the foul
creatures yet stood below the stone ramp, waiting the foolish riders to
come barreling into their midsts.
And in that moment Legolas caught sight of a pale figure mounted atop a
pale horse. The horse and rider stood tall upon the steed hill that
sheltered Helm's Deep. And even as he looked on, Shadowfax reared and
Gandalf raised his staff in greeting. Not a moment later, a second
rider appeared beside him. It was Eomer! And with him came two thousand
others, all set to destroy Saruman's army below.
"To the King!" Eomer shouted, his voice carrying far upon the wind.
With Shadowfax and Gandalf at his side, Eomer plunged down the steep
slope, gravel kicking up in their wake. Two thousand more ran after
them and a cataract of men and horses fell down the hill, racing for
The Uruks turned to defend, but it was useless. For even as the mass
approached, the sun rose beyond them and the army of Isengard was
With shouts of victory, Eomer and his men, along with Gandalf, leaped
into the ranks of Uruks and plunged mighty weapons into them. Legolas,
Aragorn, Theoden and the remaining men of Helm's Deep joined them and
it was not long ere the orcs bolted away in terror, leaving the
fortress of Rohan to Men once more.
Away they ran, right into a dire wood that had not been there before.
And Men and Dwarf and Elf watched in horrified amazement as the trees
roared and groaned and shook with much fury. Of the orcs fleeing within
there was no sign, but the shrieks quelled any desire to investigate
Eomer pulled the helmet from his head and urged his horse forward to
stand beside Theoden. The King smiled upon his nephew and reached
across the clasp arms with the young man.
"It is good to see you again, Eomer." He said. "Very good, indeed."
Eomer laughed and couched his spear.
"Indeed, my lord, I can believe that."
Aragorn and Legolas rode up to join the two. Arod once again bore
double, Gimli having come down from the topmost ramparts of the
fortress to fight. Eomer caught sight of the three and his eyes widened
slightly in mild surprise.
"I must say, I am most surprised to see the three of you here, fighting
for Rohan." He said, looking especially upon Legolas and Gimli--who
were not even Men. "Did you find your friends?"
"No." Aragorn said, casting an eye towards Gandalf yet roaming the
battle grounds. "But we are assured that they yet live, and that they
are in safe hands."
"That is good to hear. I should one day like to meet these halfling
friends of yours. They sound as though they are good company."
"Indeed they are." Legolas smiled. "And though they drink and eat much, they laugh more and they are merry creatures."
"You, Elf, I do not recall your name." Eomer said, looking upon the blond Elf with curious eyes.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf. I come from the woodland realm of Mirkwood. My father is king of those who dwell within."
"Prince Legolas, then!" Eomer blinked in surprise. "And your Dwarven
companion, I do not remember your name either, though I do know that
you and I very nearly came to blows."
"I am Gimli." The bearded fellow barked. "And it would do you some good to remember it!"
Eomer laughed and shook his head.
"I should think so, Master Gimli. Now come. I would feast and speak
with all of you. Also, I should like to know how a stranger from the
north, an Elf lord and a Dwarf come to fight side by side with the King
of Rohan and my uncle."
And so Theoden, Eomer, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn retired to the halls
of Helm's Deep where they would eat and drink and speak long upon many
things. Gandalf came in later, to. And it was here that a long-lasting
friendship between Eomer and Legolas would come into being.