I'm An Elfling! (Lord Of The Rings fanfiction) (Book V)

Chapter 17: Elfs have arrived!

Welcome to chapter 17!

Start of recap...

Meanwhile, back in Fangorn

Treebeard: The ents have not troubled about the wars of men and wizards for a very long time. But now something is about to happen that has not happened for an age: ent moot. 

Merry: What’s that? 

Treebeard: It is a gathering. 

Merry: A gathering of what? 

Ents begin to surround them.

Treebeard: Beech, Oak, Chestnut, Ash. Good, good, good many have come. Now we must decide if the ents will go to war. 

End of recap...

Third person pov...

Back at Helm's Deep. We see the people are taken into the caves. Husbands and sons are taken away from their wives and mothers and are given weapons. 

Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Calen watch as the men get ready. "Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers." Speaks the Ranger as they watch.

"Or Most have seen too many winters." Mutters Gimli as he see many old men.
 "Or too few. Look at them. They’re frightened. I can see it in their eyes." Says Legolas, he turns to Aragorn. "Boe a hyn: neled herain dan caer menig. [Translation: "And they should be. 300 against 10 000."]" He speaks in Elvish.

Aragorn argues back to his friend as Calen groans at her family arguing in Elvish. "Si beriathar hýn ammaeg nâ ned Edoras. [Translation: "They have a better chance defending themselves here than in Edoras."]" Argued the Ranger.

Legolas glares at the man "Aragorn, nedin dagor hen ú-'erir otheri. Natha daged dhaer. [Translation: "They cannot win this fight. They are all going to die!"]" He argues blue eyes blazing woth anger.

Aragorn glares at the older Elf. "Then I shall die as one of them!" Yells the human, Aragorn exits. Legolas goes to follow bit Gimli stops him. "Let him go, lad. Let him be." He grumbles Calen once again groans at the men around her and gets out her book again.

Théoden is preparing to put on his armour

Gamling: Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armory. My lord? 

Théoden: Who am I, Gamling? 

Gamling: You are our king, sire.
 
Théoden: And do you trust your king?
 
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end. 

Théoden: To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this? 

Aragorn is sitting alone on stairs. He sees a confused looking boy with a sword, Calen watches from a far as her brother interacts with the boy.

Aragorn: Give me your sword. What is your name? 

Haleth: Háleth, son of Háma, my lord. The men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless.