Aemornion nodded firmly "And Gondor shall answer to the call milord! Our host is strong, but we shall not underestimate the enemy in any way. I would beg you for your leave now as my men and myself go to aid those in need. Each minute we waste idly can mean life and death to some of your men"

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Eomer nodded.
"But of course be on your way"

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Arinae turned to face Rhayader, her cloak flaring slightly at the swift movement, a wind straying across the plains. "Take the first line of defence and focus it at the right of the enemy, coming in at an angle, while Jax leads the second line to the left, the both of you creating a funnel. They will want to come through the funnel, thinking you have left a weak point. I will come a moment behind with a fair sized force to take out those that come through the funnel..." She glanced towards the enemy for a moment, then looked back at Rhayader, "Be swift... we don't want to engage battle too close to camp and bring risk to our wounded..."

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With that Aemornion bowed low to the king "Until we meet again milord, and hopefully in better times. Farewell!" He saluted, turned on his heel and strode out into the sun.

The men watched him anxiously as he strode down the steps quickly. "We ride for Helm's Deep and we must make haste by all means!" he mounted his horse and turned around.
Dagonet came up to him "We recieved a few Rohhirim riders that will guide us on the swiftest way to the Deep. Any additional man that can carry a sword is welcome in my opinion"
Aemornion nodded "Good. Im glad to see both kins ride under the same banner like in the times of our fathers."
Dagonet nodded this time "Aye, indeed" he gave a brief smile and turned around to join his ranks but he stopped suddenly and cast a look at the captain in an apologetic way "Forgive me for what happened just before Edoras.I couldnt control my emotions"
Aemornion sighed slightly but gave a solemn smile "There is nothing to apologize my friend. It is me that should apologize to all of you instead" he said while glancing around, examining the faces of all. "It is me indeed.." he murmured.

"We ride! Onwards, we must reach our goal before midnight or it may be too late!" he said aloud so all could hear him and kicked off through the ranks. At once the host was on the move again and on their final part of the journey towards the battle and death...

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Corus stood silently and then coughed.

"What about me?"

He asked from her.

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On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Arinae looked towards Corus, surprise taking her features. "You intent to assist us on this one?" Her voice gave a hint of her surprise, but she quickly hid it and steeled her expression again. "You may join whichever section you wish, Corus, and I thank you for your offered services... and the information you brought to us," she added quickly.

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"It`s the least I can do with my wretched life..."

Corus said taking out his bow.

"I think I know where my place is for now..."

Corus smirked and left towards where the archers were positioned.

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Arinae nodded, then glanced behind her to see Stardance prancing eagerly in waiting. Pulling the steed forward somewhat, she pulled herself into the saddle with her left arm then took up a spear. "Take a deep breath my fellow comrades, this shall be a hard one..." she murmured so only her closest fellow commanders could hear.

Taking a deep breath herself, Arinae rode forward to the head of the line of men awaiting her command, while two side companies awaited their signal to charge forward to meet the enemy at the mark of halfway.

Arinae glanced upon the faces of her companions, those who looked up to her, those who looked to her to see them through each battle safely. Her gaze then fell upon the enemy, large, vast, cruel, and a sight to strike fear to the bravest of warriors. Swallowing against the the feeling of dread, Arinae placed her helmet firmly upon her head, awaiting the designated commanders of the side battalions to start forward with their charge. Horses stamped hooves, armor clinked, and the wind stirred the golden hair of the Rohirrim warriors, their faces proud and determined, banners waving strongly with the breeze.

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Rhayader nodded and ran swiftly to the battle line he was given command over. The men looked tired and he couldn't blame them. The orcs were massing and in the lines he saw the wild man from the beacon! He smiled.
"Remeber men there are those behind us who are injured and those who are healing them. We must protect them at all costs! Lock shields!"
The men overlapped their shields forming a wall at waist height.
"For all that you hold dear... your families, your loved ones, you must hold your ground and fight!"
The men cheered and Rhayader felt slightly better. He had gained the men's trust, to an extent.
He drew his sword and stood in the centre of the line at the front. He had few archers behind the line of men but they would prove invaluable.
"Now... lets see what these orcs are made of."

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Tindomerel ran after Rhayader, forgetting to hide herself in the shadows. She was had her elven sword with her and her bow and arrows, though she didn't know what good they would do. She made sure she was only a bit behind Rhayader. Her hood was still pulled firmly over her face, casting a shadow across it.
She cheered with the men, making her voice sound rather low. Her heart swelled with pride as she looked at Rhayader. She had her sword ready, spinning in little circles. "Le melon Rhayader," she whispered, to herself.
Now she didn't have Lebethron or Nimloth with her. She was on her own.

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The Gondorian host galloped through the land at a swift pace. The paths they had been led on had been well trotten and good speeds could've been reached on the plains.

Aemornion glanced towards the chief Rohhirim rider that rode beside him "What's happening in Helm's Deep? Are your men trapped in the fortress?" He asked louder for the wind was swift around their ears and faces and slightly cold as the night begun to approach.

The Rohhirim rider shook his head "Nay milord. Helm's deep was taken by the enemy by arts i do not know of. Our people are trapped between the jagged rock of our own creation and the grinding teeth of a large host on the other."

Aemornion was shocked suddenly by the Rider's words "Helm's deep fell?!" he exclaimed and then realising it is no lie or a jest he sighed "This will be hard indeed. But we wont give up so easy, not without a fight"

The rider nodded to Aemornion as he glanced at him with respect. "Is there something the mighty men of Gondor fear milord?" he asked "If all are so stout as you then the victory will be swift"

Aemornion turned his face forward and remained silent for a moment.
"Many things are we affraid of, many sorrows did pass through each and everyone of us. We saw death too many times im affriad. But becouse of that we value life even more..." he spoke finnaly with a slight shimmer in his dark eyes "People who do not understand say we fight for glory, pride and beauty of the sword. Nay my fellow comrade, we fight only for we wish to defend ourselfs, defent the fair things in this world and be there for those who think alike. That is our way..." then he glances slightly over his shoulder and gave a slight smile "But yes, they are stout indeed and i value each and every one of them with my bare life"

The Rohhirim rider noded and he felt his spirits rise in such a mighty company. They quickened the pace and the lands were moving swiftly beside them as night approached

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Jax nodded to Arinae at her orders and hurried off to grap his horse.

Leading the menout in the instructed manner he rode calmly, his mind still to acupied with recent events to let fear in. And his nerves so numb to fear that it seemed little more than normal.

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As the two forces nearly met the middle, and the third, the enemy, also neared, Arinae raised the spear she held and called a charge of the two forces, though the men behind her knew their signal would come at a later time, when the enemy took notice of the slight gap the Rohirrim side companies would purposefully leave.

Arinae watched as the groups met in the middle of the empty land between the lines, her posture tall within the saddle, the men behind her waiting, sitting upon their steeds tall and proud, a fell look in the eyes, an anger burning deep within towards this enemy.

And so began the battle, the strength of the enemy baring down, and the desperate defence of the skilled Rohirrim pushing back, their hand swift to bring justice and death to the ruthless enemy who wontenly came upon them.

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Jax jumped off his horse as the fighting started, pullin gout his sword and slicing through two orcs by the time he hit the ground.

He looked up to see his brother off in the distance, standing stationary with a hand on his sword hilt. Standing and watching, as if mocking him.

Jax tried to ignor it, and push away the anger... but it didn't always work.

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Rhayader could only watch as the orcs and wild men charged rampently at their shield wall.
"Hold!"
The archers drew back and launched a volley. By the time the first orc had fell the next volley was launched.
"Men of Rohan you must stand your ground!"
The thunder of feet came closer until lightning stuck. The wall shook and the line was pushed back by the sheer force of the bodies smashing into the men. Rhayader began hacking away as did the rest of the men. As soon as one orc died two took it's place to fight up front. The line seemed to be holding and the orcs continued to smash at the shields. Men on either side of Rhayader fought like devils to keep up with the numbers. From behind the men came long spears thrusting between the men at the orcs.
"Kill them all!"
He thrust his sword forward again, decapatating another and another...

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Jax jumped off his horse as the fighting started, pullin gout his sword and slicing through two orcs by the time he hit the ground.

He looked up to see his brother off in the distance, standing stationary with a hand on his sword hilt. Standing and watching, as if mocking him.

Jax tried to ignor it, and push away the anger... but it didn't always work.

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