Flying high above the carnage above you take note of all that is going on below. On the bridge you could see to figures danceing back and forth the moon glinted off thier blades as they clashed with the orcs. You knew them, the one with the double bladed ax was Gimli, and the tall man with the sword was Aragorn. The gate behind them was being blocked up and they were moments from being walled out and left to die. You know that you cant interfer or they may die, and yet your here on the exact purpose to interfere. Though you think that there is a chance that a wizard may be of more help in your fight than a swords man. If your memory serves you properly you remember that Gandalf shows up on the scene shortly, all that is left was to wait. Looking down you see a massive hole in the wall that extends out of the fort that is Helms Deep. Then you notice inside the wall on the oposite side, a handfull of peasents where trapped. They were being guarded by a handfull of elves and a even smaller number of human swordsman. You saw the numbers that now came against them. They would be dead in a matter of minutes. You circled again, seeing how hopeless thier situation was. What more could one man make? You would die with the others if you went, you would fight alone without Drak. He would draw to much atention from both orc and man. Something may change if he joined the fight. If something changed, the fort may fall. You could wait, stay out, leave them to thier fate. Or you could give your life in a desprait atempt to save thier lives. You shake your head again, you cant get involved, this isnt your world. Looking down on the masacer you are about to witness you...
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