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Arrows
thick
as
the
rain
came
whistling
over
the
battlements
,
and
fell
clinking
and
glancing
on
the
stones
.
Some
found
a
mark
.
The
assault
on
Helm
's
Deep
had
begun
,
but
no
sound
or
challenge
was
heard
within
;
no
answering
arrows
came
.
The
assailing
hosts
halted
,
foiled
by
the
silent
menace
of
rock
and
wall
.
Ever
and
again
the
lightning
tore
aside
the
darkness
.
Then
the
Orcs
screamed
,
waving
spear
and
sword
,
and
shooting
a
cloud
of
arrows
at
any
that
stood
revealed
upon
the
battlements
;
and
the
men
of
the
Mark
amazed
looked
out
,
as
it
seemed
to
them
,
upon
a
great
field
of
dark
corn
,
tossed
by
a
tempest
of
war
,
and
every
ear
glinted
with
barbed
light
.
Brazen
trumpets
sounded
.
The
enemy
surged
forward
,
some
against
the
Deeping
Wall
,
other
towards
the
causeway
and
the
ramp
that
led
up
to
the
Hornburg-gates
.
There
the
hugest
Orcs
were
mustered
,
and
the
wild
men
of
the
Dunland
fells
.
A
moment
they
hesitated
and
then
on
they
came
.
The
lightning
flashed
,
and
blazoned
upon
every
helm
and
shield
the
ghastly
hand
of
Isengard
was
seen
:
They
reached
the
summit
of
the
rock
;
they
drove
towards
the
gates
.
Then
at
last
an
answer
came
:
a
storm
of
arrows
met
them
,
and
a
hail
of
stones
.
They
wavered
,
broke
,
and
fled
back
;
and
then
charged
again
,
broke
and
charged
again
;
and
each
time
,
like
the
incoming
sea
,
they
halted
at
a
higher
point
.
Again
trumpets
rang
,
and
a
press
of
roaring
men
leaped
forth
.
They
held
their
great
shields
above
them
like
a
roof
,
while
in
their
midst
they
bore
two
trunks
of
mighty
trees
.
Behind
them
orc-archers
crowded
,
sending
a
hail
of
darts
against
the
bowmen
on
the
walls
.
They
gained
the
gates
.
The
trees
,
swung
by
strong
arms
,
smote
the
timbers
with
a
rending
boom
.
If
any
man
fell
,
crushed
by
a
stone
hurtling
from
above
,
two
others
sprang
to
take
his
place
.
Again
and
again
the
great
rams
swung
and
crashed
.
Éomer
and
Aragorn
stood
together
on
the
Deeping
Wall
.
They
heard
the
roar
of
voices
and
the
thudding
of
the
rams
;
and
then
in
a
sudden
flash
of
light
they
beheld
the
peril
of
the
gates
.
'
Come
!
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
This
is
the
hour
when
we
draw
swords
together
!
'
Running
like
fire
,
they
sped
along
the
wall
,
and
up
the
steps
,
and
passed
into
the
outer
court
upon
the
Rock
.
As
they
ran
they
gathered
a
handful
of
stout
swordsmen
.
There
was
a
small
postern-door
that
opened
in
an
angle
of
the
burg-wall
on
the
west
,
where
the
cliff
stretched
out
to
meet
it
.
On
that
side
a
narrow
path
ran
round
towards
the
great
gate
,
between
the
wall
and
the
sheer
brink
of
the
Rock
.
Together
Éomer
and
Aragorn
sprang
through
the
door
,
their
men
close
behind
.
The
swords
flashed
from
the
sheath
as
one
.
'
Gúthwinë
!
'
cried
Éomer
.
'
Gúthwinë
for
the
Mark
!
'
