The orc attack on Helm's Deep had begun in full earnest, and Legolas and Gimli were in the thick of it. Legolas gripped his sniper rifle with the skill of a master marksman, picking off orcs from atop the walls as Gimli fought alongside him, wielding his trusty axe with deadly precision.

"Come on, ya filthy beasts! Try and get past me!" Legolas shouted, his voice frenzied from the miruvor coursing through his veins. He took quick aim with his rifle and took out another orc with a well-placed shot to the head, causing brains and gore to splatter across the walls.

Gimli fought by his side, grunting and heaving as he hacked his way through the orcs. "Save some for me, Legolas!" he called out, his voice drowned out by the din of battle.

Legolas chuckled drunkenly and reloaded his rifle. "Don't worry, Gimli, there's plenty to go around!" Legolas looked down the scope of his rifle and took out another orc with a shot to the chest. The orc's rib cage caved in from the force of the bullet, sending shards of bone flying in every direction.

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As the orcs continued to swarm the walls, Legolas and Gimli fought on, their skills and teamwork proving to be a formidable force against the enemy. The orcs were fierce and relentless, but Legolas and Gimli were determined to defend Helm's Deep and emerge victorious.

"Get some!" Legolas yelled, taking out another orc with a shot to the neck. Blood sprayed from the wound as the orc stumbled and fell, twitching on the ground.

Gimli let out a fierce battle cry and swung his axe with all his might, cleaving an orc in two from head to waist. "Ha! Take that, you bastard!" he shouted as orc blood pooled at his feet.

The battle raged on, and though they were outnumbered, Legolas and Gimli refused to back down. They fought on, their determination and skill carrying them through the endless waves of orcs until, at last, the orcs were defeated. Helm's Deep was saved.