Frodo Baggins had walked into a battle like no other. Every city and village in Middle-earth had gone to war. He had just arrived in Helm's Deep. 'This is like the Second Battle for Helm's Deep,' he said to himself. Legolas the Elf and Aragorn, son of Arathorn were on both of his sides. They were followed by Gimli the Dwarf, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Faramir, son of Denethor, Gandalf the White, and Éomer, son of Théoden. 'Quite a day this has been,' said Aragorn. He pulled out Andúril, his sword. Frodo pulled out Sting and Legolas pulled out the Bow of the Galadhrim. 'Yes it has,' said Legolas. 'Let us go,' said Frodo. He dived in to the action. Orcs were everywhere. Legolas followed, shooting arrows at all the Orcs he could hit. Aragorn followed Legolas. Then Pippin and Merry, Gandalf and Faramir, Gimli and Éomer. They made it to the top of the battle fort and were closely followed by the Orcs. When they stopped, they turned around and started stabbing Orcs. 'How many have you got, Legolas?' asked Gimli. 'About ten,' said Legolas. 'You?' 'Three,' said Gimli as he swung his axe. Frodo stabbed at the Orcs with Sting. Aragorn did the same with Andúril. 'I wish we had more allies,' said Frodo. 'It would be more helpful.' 'I know,' said Legolas.