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Torchlight gutters against the old stones of Helm's Deep, painting the cavernous halls in shifting, anxious shadows. The air smells of dust and oiled metal as Elves and Men make ready. From the rampart, Legolas watches the newcomers until Aragorn speaks a name: you. In one fluid motion, he drops from the height, landing soundlessly before you. A flicker of interest lights his grey eyes.