I rewatched The Two Towers last night with one of my roommates and the end of that film, the end of the Battle of Helms Deep... it always gets me emotional, without fail. So here’s a little... ehhh drabble
Also, this is technically a rewrite of a bit shorter piece that i wrote after rewatching the movie a little over a year ago. I just love this series man idk
Also also, sorry if there’s any weird formatting. I copy and pasted this from my notes and i’m in mobile so hopefully this publishes okay lol
But on that night, the strength of men held. Against all odds, it stood as strong as the walls of their mighty stone keep. Though darkness lunged from the shadows, biting nipping and tearing hungry for fear, for death, for blood like the eager wolf-dogs of the night, the men of Helms Deep never faltered. Never once did they sway from their stand. They stood at the one gate, standing before King and country and facing the evil that sought to sink them forever into the blackness of the night.
But it was not to be. And all the fellowship that remained saw the true face of Men that night. The fair elf of Mirkwood, his gleaming bow shining in moonlight, saw the true face of man that had only been known to him in stories. He saw the heart of his Elf-Friend reflected in the people he came from, at long last, and he felt pride for these brothers-in-arms, and sorrow for his true brothers, fallen to protect them. The mighty dwarf from cavernous mountains, his great battle cry echoing in the Keep, saw the true face of man that he had never thought to be true. He saw brothers and kin in both battle and fury and he fought all the harder, though his limbs ached and his body sore, he refused to let down the light and succumb to the darkness that evil brought. And Aragorn, son of Arathorn, child of Rivendell saw the true face of man that night, a race long since fallen from grace, which at last stood tall the long night, prideful and strong. At last the three found faith in the armies of Man and hope bloomed in their hearts.
For all of Middle-Earth glowed with a golden light as Gandalf the White charged the hill, his staff alight with the shine of the Kings and gods of old. All the might of the Rohirrim mustered behind, there was hope in Rohan’s eyes and in the tired eyes of her King.
And as they sought to do battle against the now fearful and blinded armies of darkness, they had brought an end to that night which had spilled blood and tears and had pushed faith and hope to its breaking point. Brave Eomer, ever loyal to his King, at their head, the Rohirrim would not fail and though Helms Deep was wounded, it would not fall.
And even amongst those most cynical among them, of all those who had survived the long, cold night, there could be no doubt that at last hope bloomed in all men. Hope that battles against armies of evil and fire and pain could be fought and won. Hope that days would come to pass where no man would have to take up arms against monsters too terrible to imagine. Hope that even on the darkest nights, when all hope would seem to be forsaken that the sun would rise again, and clear the shadows from the land and bring with it a new life to a world scarred, battered, and tired.
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I am sad we never got people trading insults over the walls of helm’s deep. Like a legitimate loss to the movies is the lack of sassy smart talking orcs and Uruk hai.
Uruk Hai: hey whose in charge?
Aragorn: who wants to know?
Uruk Hai: bring out the king so he can surrender. Save y’all the embarrassment of losing.
Aragorn: tempting but Theoden says no and that you can all, um (checks note) “go fuck yourselves on your stupid blunt swords”
Uruk Hai: fucking straw heads
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