Pov narrator

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You were in the armory together with the other men in Rohan. You don't like war but protect those you hold dear; then you will fight. Legolas and Aragorn walk by, but you know they're too in their conversation to notice you. You hear Legolas talk in elvish, and Aragorn responds in the refined language. Your heart clutch as they argue. Soon Aragorn busts out, leaving Legolas you and Gimli.

"Leave him," you say and step out of the shadows, your aura radiating worry, but you know better than pry. Your eyes lock with Legolas's, and you hold his gaze a moment before looking down at Gimli and nods. You then turn and start to find armor that would fit you. Later you remember that you have magical abilities. So you mentally facepalm and walk out of the armory and shift into draconian armor. To be exact, irs armor made of your scales.

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Walking out, you see Aragorn sitting on the stairs, talking to a young boy. You see him lean down and say, "there's always hope" you smile and wait until the boy is gone, and you walk over to him. "The wise king, huh?" Aragorn whips around at your voice. His face show surprise before its rises in happiness and worry. "Hello," he says, and you nod, a smile still on your dAce. You then walk to him, your reptile eyes gleaming. "We're gonna win this, Elessar" you clap his shoulder, and then you're gone.

Aragorn sighs and goes to find himself an armor.

"We have trusted you this far. You have not led us astray. Forgive me. I was wrong to despair." Legolas says as he hands Aragorn his sword. You are standing there behind them, all clad and ready. your eyes show happiness, but your face is blank. "Ú-moe shore, Legolas," Aragorn says and pats his friend on the shoulder. Suddenly Gimli wrestles in with a shirt of chain mail. you raise your brow, and so do Aragorn and Legolas. "We had time; I'd get this adjusted," he mutters and gets the shirt on and drops the bundle to the floor—Islands in a heap. You shake your head. dwarves and their dimness. "It's a little tight across the chest," Gimli says, and you're beside Aragorn and Legolas suddenly, startling them. you nod in feigned agreement when a horn catches your ears. "That is no Orc horn," you say and run out of the armory with your friends not long behind.

guards look over the edge of the Battlements. one of them calls to the others, "Send for the king." and one of them runs off. "Open the gate!" another yell, and the order is passed down the wall. Soon n amry of Lorien elves marshes up the causeway into the Hornbug. The soldiers look upon the newcomers with awe. Theoden walks down the steps of the hall. His mouth drops open in surprise. the one leading the army is Haldir. when his eyes meet Theoden's, he bows with respect. "How is this possible?" Theoden asks, and haldri answers with a small smile still on his face. "I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago, we fought and died together." you and Aragorn, along with the others, appear at the head of the stairs.

hadlir looks up dn meets your eyes with a smile. "We come to honor that allegiance." you descend the steps to greet Haldir. "Mae govannen, Haldir," you say, and hadlir extends in hand in the traditional elvish greeting. Then, you begin to grab the male elf in a vast embrace. the said elleon is momentarily stunned but hugs back lightly. "You are most welcome," he says as you let go. He and Legolas clasp each other on the shoulder in greeting. the elven soldiers continue to fold out behind hadlir, who turns to Theoden and says, "We are proud to fight alongside Men once more."

The men and elves stand ready and watchful on the battlements of helms deep. Every inch of space overlooking the sides of the wall is covered. The Uruk-hai approves, and you shiver at their number but the dragon in your growls in anger. You can already feel the fire bubbling in your tarot, waiting to be used. But you have to stay in this form; your fire is fierce; you could hurt someone you don't want to. little do you know that the fire inside you is magic; it knows its enemies. "You could have picked a better spot." you hear from grimly beside you. you grin and look down briefly and say, "well, yes, he could, but let's be content, okay?" you don't miss Legolas's smirk as the girl grumbles in somewhat agreement. ¨

Aragorn suddenly appears behind you, and you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. "Well lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night," Gimli says, and you shake your head at his humor. You then turn as you hear the growls of the stew: the thunder rolls and lightning flashes. You sigh. It had to rain now? Perfect. The lighting reveals the sheer size of the sea of approaching force, and your eyes ignite, anger blossoming. How in all the living hells could sauroman breath them so fast? your eyes grow wide at the very sight. "Your friends are with you, Aragorn," Legolas says, and you nod tho briefly and not noticeably. "Let's hope they last the night."

The steady approach of the Uruk-ahi grows louder. Theoden stands ready with his men. a lightning bolt strikes the sky again. You see an orc commander standing atop a rock, urging the sea of Uruk-hai. You squirt your eyes and a magic flare in your hands, setting the orc in pain, but he ignores it, but you can see his teeth gritting as he tries to ignore it. Elessar moves through the ranks of the elven archers and says orders. "Show them no mercy ... for you shall receive none!" the Uruk commander roars at his troops. They stop their march—the two armies standstill opposite each other...each waiting for the other.

Beside you, Gimli jumps up dmn down to see. You wave your head, and a slight blow airlifts the dwarf a little, enough so he can see. he glances at you as he tries to steady himself. "the companies are annoying, master dwarf," you say slowly and turn your attention to the forces in front of you but your ears catch Gimli's mutter. An older man was standing ready with his bow loses his grip...the arrows sails to the front line of Uruk-hai. your eyes widen slightly, and your pupil flash. "Dartho!" Aragorn orders. The hit Uruk groaned and collapsed to the ground, dead. The commander roars and thrusts his sword forward...the Uruk-hai roar in response and runs towards the keep.

the Rohan king regards the scene grimly. "So it begins." The front line of Uruks rush toward the hall.

"so will they die," you mutter, and your eyes flash dangorly—the dragon calling out.

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So yeah, the chaps up. I'm not allowed to write anymore for today my parents, they being themselves. Or I'm allowed but anyway—ill come tomorrow.

-Saph