Part II: Chapter 6, Lost in Middle-Earth
The sad army that Rohan
had put together marched towards their shelter, Helm’s Deep. Some young
had never seen a sword, much less used one. Other ancient ones that had
many battles in the past creaked along, worrying if they’d last long
to taste orc blood. All of them wondered about those they had left
Day showed them many a hill and plain. Night gave no rest. Young and
weak and strong, they all pressed on, not knowing what they would find.
As dusk settled, Gandalf slowed Shadowfax so that she’d go back to
Legolas & Eomer trotted along, happily chatting. Seeing him coming,
happily straightened, knowing this was another opportunity to use his
elvish vision. “There is a darkness behind us.” Sir Ian said. Orli
“It’s near Isengard’s river, but I can only guess that they are orcs,
there is a dark cloud conjured above it.” He smiled at the elf’s
face and at the man’s confused one. The smile vanished.
“Stormcrow,” Eomer managed after awhile. “You have not the sight of the
Fair People. How do you know this?”
“Er, uh…” Sir Ian said.
“I’m tired of lying.” Orlando whispered. “Can I trust you with the
Eomer grimaced & fingered his sword. “I knew you were spies when I
first saw you.” He growled. Gandalf held up his hands.
“No! No! That’s not what we meant. It’s just that… I *was* gifted with
elven eyes.” Eomer sheathed his blade once more.
“Oh. My deepest apologies are to you. Sorry.” He trotted further ahead.
“You needn’t slip up like that again.” Orlando muttered.
“They’re not ready for the truth.” Sir Ian shook his head.
The next day, Gandalf mysteriously told everyone that he had to leave.
that he ran to Shadowfax & hopped on. “I’ll be back.” He held the
and looked as though he was trying to decide an important decision.
again, he who once was gray looked up. “Go on to Helm’s Deep.” Sir
sighed. The wizard spurred his mount and flew away as fast as a gusting
“Ar,” John said. “Why’s he always leavin’ when we need him most?”
“Only think of what sunrise brings.” Sean said. Only the Dwarf
but the others were given relief at this reverie.
There before our friends lay an amazing structure. Nestled
mountains, was Helm’s Deep. From the Hornburg Gate to the very inner
it looked to be everything they’d expected.
“Ah…” John said. “This, my friend, is the life. I’m so near the
mountains that I feel like delving.”
“Delving?” Legolas said. “Ew, disgusting business that delving is.
Archery is what *you* need to learn.”
“*I* should learn *archery?*” Gimli asked. “One word sums that
up: bleh. I need sleep and nae a thing else!”
“I doubt you’ll get anything except sleep, there will be a giant
“Oy…” John said and pulled his eyelids down for a few brief
minutes of rest.
It had only been a quarter of an hour since their conversation
a breathless scout ran up to the unlikely pair. “We can’t stop them any
He cried after regaining air. “We did everything! Now we…” He fell
Out of his back stuck an arrow.
"Blast it all!” Boromir shouted. “Run! Run to the wall before
breach it!” Quick as a flash, he, Orlando, & John scrambled for the
parapet in hopes that they were not late.
Side by side were Aragorn & Eomer. At least, Eomer thought it
the brave ranger of the Dunedain, Strider, Elessar, Elf-glass. Viggo
never before seen so many orcs. It comforted him that he was not alone.
drew Anduril, & all that were around him paused in awe. “The Sword
was broken is reforged!” An old man said.
“Now is not the time to glance at a blade.” Viggo’s voice had
found its strength. “Let’s fight!”
Thunder rumbled & lightning flashed. The sky lit up & the
plain before Helm’s Deep swarmed with dark bodies, all of them
to fight. A volley was loosed from the bows of the intruders. Scarce
a man hit, yet none fired in return.
Suddenly, a pounding equal to that of the drums in Moria was
“They've met the gate!” Eomer cried. “They’re trying to get in!”
Eomer and Viggo raced down stair upon stair, scurrying like field
Men from the South had joined in alliance with Saruman. Here they were,
on the gate of a safe haven, as real as your own flesh. Two swords
Once again, there was a pause of reverence to this wonderful sword.
Anduril swung. Every time it met its mark, there were two more targets
With most of the enemy lying dead, the two heroes rushed to the gate.
timbers and metals looked as though an Oliphaunt had tried to ram
Eomer turned to leave, but Viggo and another figure swung into action.
orcs that would have killed Eomer now lay slain. “What is your secret,
“We will tell you later, Rider of the Mark.” John’s booming voice
“For now, there are orcs to slay!” He laughed fiercely and galloped off.
“Two!” Came a cry from behind a familiar Elf. Puzzled, he turned
around. There stood Gimli raising his battle axe.
“Is that all you got? Is that all you got?” Orlando laughed.
“I’ve slain twenty!” John stood stupefied.
“Well, come then, we have to go into the back of the Deep.” The
shouted above the clamor. “Orcs have breached through!”
Orli grabbed a few stray arrows and followed his short friend to
stables where intruders were terrorizing horses and killing guards.
John broke away and joined an old man in destroying more Orcs
had somehow gotten into the Deep’s bosom, a small culvert. With a few
they piled stone after stone to block the way into this thought to be
The Dwarf found his comrade with Viggo and Eomer on a parapet
Orcs that had been overlooked. “Twenty-one, you silly Elf, I have
dead because of Bertha!”
“Who’s Bertha?” Sean asked during an interlude in the fighting.
John patted his axe. “Oh…”
“Once again, that’s still not good enough.” Orlando smirked. “My
have killed a dozen now.” John’s jaw dropped, as did his axe. Legolas
his head. “Gosh, it’s good to be elven.”
At that moment, a flash of light and a shaking explosion to equal
of a modern day bomb filled the night air. “They’ve burst through
“Well, we must stop them!” Viggo cried. As he hopped down from
perch, thousands of ladders flew up the wall. Eomer and Gimli held back
climbing intruders as Legolas and Aragorn flew down the stairs and
the evil creatures that had blown through below. “I’ve killed nearly 5
Legolas smiled to Aragorn. He suddenly realized that he was talking to
one in particular. “Huh?” He asked.
As the Uruk-Hai pushed in, a mighty boom filled the night air. The orcs
and the Gondorians cheered. Théoden rode forth boldly on his
The stallion tossed his golden mane in the wind. Beside him rode
son of Arathorn. A battle cry went up. The breeze blew and sunlight
the fort as dawn broke.
All the monsters screamed so horridly that the grass curled beneath
evil feet. The turn of the tide had come. All the more, they fought
as skittish squirrels. Suddenly, the battling stopped as something had
sun glint off of it. What was it? It had a white shimmer to it. “Hail
Cried the Riders of Rohan.
“Mithrandir.” Sean murmured. Although he knew it was Sir Ian, the sight
amazing. The Uruk-Hai ran as scared deer as Shadowfax steered his way
the steep hills. The grass was trampled, poisoned, and torn where orc
had spilled. A victory had been won for the people of the House of
this dramatic point, I fear we must leave you....the author said she
had reached a point where she was no longer sure how she could proceed
and then her "Real World' life and schooling took over her time, thus
derailing attempts at completion. We hope you enjoyed what there
was of it!