Then I hear the sun come up. I turn. The third day. Gandalf. My hands tighten. I turn to Legolas. He nods at me. Gimli nods as well. This is our last stand. Our last stand against the wave of Uruk-Hai. Our last stand against Isengard. There is a sense of fear yet mixing with courage. If we are not afraid, our victory will not come. 

The doors break open. The Uruk-Hai charge in. Theoden King cries out. We charge. Our horses' burst through the sea of Uruk-Hai. Even though our number have depleted, we have something far greater. Hope. Hope is what keeps us alive. Hope is what we believe in. This is why we're superior to Uruk-Hai. They have none. 

I plunge my sword into one. We fight in freedom, hope, determination. They fight with nothing but the thirst for blood. They have no control. They have no mind except to kill every last one. No one has a thought for mercy and that's what makes us strong. Then I turn.

I see Gandalf rising from the mountains with the sun. I see him rising like the sun. Then I see him charge with the soldiers of Rohan. There is hope for us yet. I watch as they come in like a wave. Like a wave hitting the rocks, they cleaned through the orcs. I grab my sword and yell. Hope must never die.