Of UNO and Thunderstorms
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LORD OF THE RINGS OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT I REFERENCE! NATALIE AND FRANCESCA OWN THEMSELVES RESPECTIVELY! I ONLY OWN MYSELF AND MY OCS!
Chapter Thirty One
Words could not have expressed how relieved I was when I saw that Kate and Cellyn were safely inside the Keep. Cellyn's would had been very quickly bandaged up and he was still somehow alert and on his feet. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I thought as I rushed to my sister and gave her a quick hug before we grabbed a nearby bench and carried over to where the men were barricading the entrance against Uruk Hai with a battering ram.
"The fortress is taken. It is over." King Theoden stated grimly. "You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it! They have died defending it!" Aragorn argued. The door shook as the battering ram crashed into it again. I glared intently at nothing in particular and pushed against the door.
"Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?" Aragorn asked. I heard the distinct sound of glass crashing to the floor and looked over my shoulder to see Legolas coming towards the door with a table. He, Kate and I barricaded the door with it and I continued to eavesdrop on Aragorn's conversation. "Is there no other way?" Aragorn insisted.
"There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But they will not get far; the Uruk Hai are too many." One of King Theoden's men answered. Aragorn put his hand on the man's shoulder.
"Tell the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance!" Aragorn told him and both went to go do that. King Theoden then spoke. He sounded a bit out of it.
"So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?" Theoden asked. Another loud crash sounded and I was thrown back from the door by the force of how ever many Uruk Hai were battering ramming the door. I winced as hurt shoulder decided to protest the movement. At least it wasn't bleeding, again.
"Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them." Aragorn answered. "For death and glory." Theoden stated. "For Rohan; for your people." Aragorn replied. The sun shone through a window in the Golden Hall and I looked at it for a moment. We had lasted the night; the worst of it was over. I smiled to myself.
"The sun is rising." Gimli commented. "No. Really?" Kate muttered under her breath. I smirked. "Yes. Yes. The Horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep, one last time." King Theoden said. His newly re-kindled hope was evident in his tone. Gimli ran off to sound the horn and King Theoden walked over to Aragorn and put a hand on his shoulder. "Let this be the hour when we draw swords together." He told Aragorn.
Within minutes every horse that could be found and every soldier that could be spared to ride was assembled in the Golden Hall. Kate was mounted on her horse Braylla, her sword already drawn and in her hand. Holding Arya's reins in one hand and a borrowed sword in the other, I was practically bouncing up and down in the saddle for two reasons. One was a combination of anticipation and adrenaline, the other was nervousness because I didn't know how to use a sword very well. Well, if I use it like one of my knives, I should be alright. I thought.
The Horn of Helm Hammerhand sounded loud and strong as King Theoden spoke again. "Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And a red dawn! Forth Eorlingas!" he shouted and we rode forward into the mass of Uruk Hai that had broken down the doors. We galloped through the streets of Helm's Deep, cutting down any and all Uruk Hai in our way.
Just after yanking my borrowed sword from an Uruk Hai's chest, a white light caught my attention. I looked to the east to see Gandalf, mounted on Shadowfax, at the top of a nearby hill. Éomer soon came up beside him and shouted "Rohirrim!" Every Rider of Rohan that had tried to kill me, Aragorn, Kate, Legolas and Gimli when we first came to Rohan rode up the hill to Éomer. All the Uruk Hai stopped fighting to watch. I would have been terrified if I were them, which thank god I'm not.
The Riders of Rohan, and Gandalf, came galloping down the hill they were on and many of the Uruk Hai turned to attack them. I took this as my cue to keep fighting and loped of the head of the nearest Uruk Hai and continued to fight, as did everyone else. I spared a glance over at my sister, who was knocking heads left, right and center with a psychotic smile on her face. I matched her insane smile with one of my own and turned back to the fight.
All hell broke loose when the Ents reached Isengard. They launched enormous boulders at the walls, knocking them down, and rushed into the place. I watched in amazement as the Ents literally stomped all over the orcs. I swear I saw one Ent actually drop-kick an orc. That right there was the highlight of that day. One of the Ents had been dragged to the ground by a rope around his neck and had orcs swarming all over him. Treebeard threw a boulder, killing the orcs.
Merry, Pippin and I all cheered and the hobbits started throwing rocks at the orcs and Uruk Hai. I snatched some rocks from the hobbits and began to chuck them down at the Uruk Hai, making faces at any who looked up to see what the hell just hit him in the face. I watched Pippin take aim at an orc standing at the edge of a large pit, then proceed to throw a rock at said orc, knocking him down into the pit.
"Ah! A hit. A fine hit." Treebeard commented. I saw Saruman rush to the balcony of his tower. I had a clear shot and toyed with the idea of throwing a rock at the evil wizard. I nudged Pippin and pointed to Saruman. "Should I?" I asked, gesturing to the rock in my hand. Pippin looked between me and the wizard for a moment then shook his head. "I'm going to anyway." I shrugged and launched my rock at the wizard. I cursed a blue streak when my rock fell about ten feet short of the wizard's head and hit the bottom of the balcony. I cursed again as I saw the orcs throw torches up at an Ent, successfully lighting him on fire.
"Break the dam! Release the river!" Treebeard shouted to some ents near the dam. And so they did and the river rushed from the dam and proceeded towards Isengard. "Pippin! Natalie! Hold on!" Merry yelled as the river approached us. "Hold on, little ones!" Treebeard yelled to us. The river flowed into Isengard, flooding it completely. The force of it nearly threw me off Treebeard's branches and I held on tight, grinning like an idiot.
The Nazgûl continued to fly overhead, screeching and Frodo got that strange possessed look about him again. He straightened up and started walking away from our little hiding spot. What the hell?! I thought. Sam caught sight of this too and walked towards Frodo.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, obviously confused and worried. Frodo ignored him completely and walked right out into the chaos that had ensued when the Nazgûl showed his fugly face. "Where are you going?" Sam shouted to Frodo, who had made his way towards a nearby wall.
I watched, horrified, as Frodo stood on the edge of the wall and the Nazgûl and his dragon-beast thing hovered directly in front of the hobbit. Frodo looked up at the beast, took out the Ring and held it out to the Nazgûl.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled in Frodo's general direction. Sam and I ran from our hiding spot towards our friend, who was about to put the Ring on. When we reached Frodo, Sam tackled him to the ground. The Nazgûl was not happy about that and the dragon beast landed on the wall near us. I was terrified. Before I came to Middle Earth, I didn't get how someone could be paralyzed with fear. But in that moment, my mind shut down and I couldn't move. I understand now.
Suddenly, an arrow landed in the dragon-beast's neck and it flew off. I spared a quick glance in the direction the arrow had come from and nodded to Faramir before rolling and trying to get up. That failed miserably and I ended up tumbling down a flight of stairs just after Sam and Frodo. Well shit. I thought as I landed on the ground. I looked up and saw Frodo sitting on Sam, pinning him to the ground, and holding Sting at Sam's throat. I will repeat; shit. I thought as I quickly got to my feet and rushed over to them.
"It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?" Sam asked Frodo. The aforementioned hobbit's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he got off Sam. Sting clattered to the ground and Frodo slumped down, sitting against a nearby wall. Sam sat up and I walked over to them and leaned against the wall Frodo was sitting by.
"I can't do this, Sam." Frodo stated, taking no notice of my presence. I sat down against the wall next to Frodo and put a hand on his shoulder. Sam got to his feet, tears in his eyes.
"I know. It's all wrong." Sam all but sobbed. I bit my lip and Sam walked over to a wall and looked out over the city. I stayed by Frodo. Gollum came up from out of nowhere and sat on Frodo's other side.
"By rights, we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in those great stories, Mr. Frodo; the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing….this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you….the ones that meant something; even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories, had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going, because they were holding on to something." Sam continued. This speech was the most amazing thing ever. I was crying by the time Sam was done.
"What are we holding onto, Sam?" Frodo asked. I sniffled and wiped tears away from my eyes. Sam slowly turned around and walked towards Frodo. He pulled Frodo up to his feet and looked him in the eyes. I stood up and leaned on the wall again, sniffling softly and rubbing my eyes with my shirt sleeves.
"That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for." Sam answered. I walked over to my hobbit buddies and pulled them both into a hug.
"Sam, that whole speech was beautiful." I mumbled as we stood there, group hugging. After a moment, we all let go of each other and stood there. Faramir walked over to us and knelt down in front of Frodo. I heard rustling and armor clanking behind us and knew some other soldiers were there too.
"I think at last, you and I understand one another, Frodo Baggins." Faramir said after a moment. Holy bleep on a bleep sandwich with bleep on top and a side order of bleep! Faramir's having a change of heart! Holy crap! Does this mean he's going to let us go now? I wondered. Faramir stood up when a soldier with grey hair came up behind him.
"You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father. If you let them go, your life will be forfeit." The soldier reminded Faramir. Sam and Frodo looked worried and I was shocked. "Then it is forfeit. Release them." Faramir replied after thinking on it for a second. Frodo looked both sad and relieved and Sam brushed a soldier's hand from his shoulders and adjusted his pack. My eyes went wide. He was actually letting us go. And he was willing to die to do that.
Author's note: Ta-da! So uh, yeah. Are midterms trying to eat anyone else's soul or is it just me? READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!