The war wages on. We've struck hundreds but only a few branches were cut. Gimli hops up and tries to look. This is already getting ugly. We've already lost a couple. This war will soon rise up. It will be brutal. I see ladders being thrown up. We draw back. That's not good. 

The ladders hit the walls. The Uruk-Hai start climbing up. I grip my bow. This is an unstoppable wave.  It is like a flood. Waves that keep hitting the shore until it corrodes away. I shoot another one. Then they jump onto the inner wall. I grab one and shove it back down.

"Legolas! Two already!" Gimli yells.

"I'm on seventeen!" I yell.

"Huh?! I don't know how you're out scoring me!" Gimli huffs.

I shoot another one. My pulse is off the chart. We've already lost a couple. We will lose more. I can only hope Gandalf or something is watching us. 

"Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one." I mutter shooting.

Let's hope we can win this battle. Isengard is persistent.