The Last Defence of Middle-Earth

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Postby GurthangtheIronofDeath » Tue Feb 03, 2004 10:07 am

"Fly! Fly! The city has fallen!"<BR><BR> Eldarion sounded his horn and the few brave men who had stood with him to cover the retreat lept to their horses and broke out from the ring of foes. Anduril flamed as Eldarion cut his way from the battle. He whistled and his horse Daefea, one of the Mearas, sped up beside him and slowed to a trot as he sprang upon its back. Sheathing Anduril he drew his bow and as his horse sprang away fired three arrows into the pursuing rabble.He heard three screams and knew that they had found their mark and putting his head low to the back of his steed he sped to catch up with the fleeing army.<BR><BR>The army did not stop until they had crossed into the fields of Rohan. Finding a small village Eldarion called a halt and they set up camp around it. Eldarion walked slowly through the camp lost in thought. Everyehere woman and children were crying, their dirty dishevelled faces peered up at him, looking for some hope or comfort. He had none to give. Wounded men screamed and healers rushed everywhere, tending to them but they were to few and many of the soldiers would not live to see the morning. Guilty thoughts chased each other through his mind.<BR><BR><i>Is it my fault? Am I weak? Would this have happened had my father still been King? Do the people blame me?</i><BR><BR>But deep down he knew he was a good ruler and that no other could have stood against the ar,y he was faced with. Had Elendil himself been King he too would have been defeated.<BR><BR>He reached the tent where his generals stood, conversing in low voices. When he walked in they stopped talking and saluted.<BR><BR>"Well, what are our numbers?" He enquired.<BR><BR>"We have two thousand soldiers, five hundred of them wounded and of the women and children only eight hundred survived."<BR><BR>"Very well," Eldarion said blandly. <BR><BR><i>I must not show emotion, they must not think me weak.</i>He thought, inwardly reeling.<BR><BR>"And what of our people? Are they still loyal to their King or have I failed them?"<BR><BR>"My Lord," one of his generals burst out "Of corse they are loyal, we would follow you to our deaths!"<BR><BR>"Very well .I thank you for your loyalty. Let messengers be sent to the Lord of the Rohirrim telling him of our plight. Tommorow we ride for Edoras. That will be all. Thank you, you have all fought well and are in need of rest. Go now and report back at sunrise."
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Postby Turgon1111 » Tue Feb 03, 2004 4:59 pm

Seregon was inside his tent sharpening his sword with a whet stone. When he was finished he left the tent and saw a distraught warrior.<BR><BR><BR>"Don't worry there is always hope. The Valar shall give us the strength." He said.<BR><BR>"But the courage we have is hanging by a thread. The men talk of the end. They say the world will be covered in darkness."<BR><BR>"I will not let that ever happen." He said with conviction.<BR><BR>He walked awau away and went back to his tent and went into deep thought.....
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Postby anacrian » Tue Feb 03, 2004 5:45 pm

Anarya and her elven host of 3000 men where riding at great speed towards Minas Tirith when her elven eyes spotted several riders coming towards her.....she could not see where they where from but something in her heart told her they meant no peril....<BR><BR>-<i>we are being approached by several riders , slow your pace and stop at my call....do not fear them for I think they are with us.....</i><BR><BR>She knew it wasn't right for her to be trusting her heart in times like this, but with every step she took she could see her heart was not diceiving her, she finally saw the emblem of Gondor in their flag and commanded for the horns to blow and mark their arrival.<BR><BR>the horns blew and Gondor's answered.<BR><BR>A few minutes later they finally met and Anarya jumped of her horse and tooke her helmet of....<BR>_<BR><BR><i>I was not aware King Eldarion was going to honor my arrival and send me a number of soldiers to acompany me to his abode...(ironically and always on guard)</i><BR><BR>_ Two soldiers from the kings guard jumped of their horses one of them with tenseness in his voices replied<BR><BR><i>No my lady , my lord King Eldarion has not sent us to give you any type of welcome to Minas Tirith, he trusted us to come find you and take you to our new camp grounds for your safety....</i><BR><BR>Anarya and all her riders where caught of guard...<BR><i>Our safety? what about Minas Tirith? We rode here to help Lord Eldarion in keeping her safe....</i><BR><BR>the Gondorian Soldiers where ready to go only one was left on the groung talking to Anarya..
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Postby anacrian » Tue Feb 03, 2004 5:59 pm

<i>Im sorry my lady , Minas Tirith is no longer safe, not even to those of us who have pledged to die in her name ,it has been taken and we have been out numbered</i><BR><BR>Anarya felt herself getting cold she knew it was an odd thing to feel but she knew it meant she was scared...<BR><BR><i>What is the kings decision?</i> Getting ready to mount and follow their orders...<BR><BR><BR><i>We ride back to the King and wait for his orders......</i>he said turning back mounting his horse......<BR><BR>Anarya returned to her horse and took her sword out from where she kept her for the journey, she placed it in her waist belt , she mounted her horse and turned to her squadron <BR><BR><i>Tidings from Minas tirith have turned ill, we will follow the King's men to safer grounds, do not stay behind and keep your eyes open men! we ride for refuge in Gondor </i> she said and signaled the kings messengers she was ready to go and they started their way and Anarya and her host followed...
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Postby Mithfindel » Tue Feb 03, 2004 10:44 pm

<i>Inside, working on some issue where his neighbor accused his herds to have trampled a field, Morion was getting on a bad mood. Suddenly one of his household servants came in.</i><BR><BR>Sir! I do have most urgent business.<BR><BR><i>Morion gave the man a glance that would have killed the man, just if glances could.</i><BR><BR>Speak!<BR><BR><i>The man bowed and begun to speak.</i><BR><BR>We have a king's messenger resting in the house. It is apparent that the enemy has taken Minas Tirith by assault. King Eldarion has fled to the woods in the east, and has sent a call for all of his knights to join him.<BR><BR><i>Morion fell downwards, resting heavily on his hands.</i><BR><BR>Eldamir, curse the day! And I cannot leave the business here! It is my duty to take care of the manor!<BR><BR><i>But suddenly he rose up, hitting the table in front of him with his fist.</i><BR><BR>But now, now it is no reason to care for the manor, if the enemy is getting on our gates. I will ride against it. Tell the men to ready the horses, and bring my armor. We shall ride to war!<BR><BR><i>Dismissing the man with the wave of his hand, Morion leaped next to the wall, grapping his ancestors sword with him, and marched out of the room to supervise the preparations, taking a post on top of a high stone near the main road coming from Rohan to Minas Tirith. There he gazed east, seeing a pillar of smoke coming from the eastern end of the mountain ridge south of them, guessing right that that was the ruin of the great city he so had admired and hated, now being burnt and plundered by the forces of darkness.<BR><BR>Soon, soon they would leave, as the servants brought him his mail and helped him into it. His household was already gathering near him, ready to follow him through the struggle. To the war, glory and death!</i>
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Postby Turgon1111 » Wed Feb 04, 2004 8:34 am

Seregon heard the sound of horns and they were elven horns. He ran out of his tent and look too the east. There was a great host of elves coming to helps. <BR><BR><BR><BR>His heart filled with hope and he knew that we did have a chance. He went to king Eldarion had spoke to him.<BR><BR><BR>"King, now that this host has come what do we do now?"<BR><BR><BR>"Shall we go to battle?"<BR><BR><BR>The King sat there silently."What are we to do?" Seregon said trying to get the king to answer.....<BR><BR>
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Postby anacrian » Wed Feb 04, 2004 12:37 pm

Anarya's heart felt cold, as she approached King Eldarions refuge, as she past along side the kings armies she could see in their eyes how fear was taking over them and knew their courage was hanging by a thread, the kings messengers announced their arrival and king Eldarion was called out....<BR><BR><i>The host of the Woodland Realm, has arrived to aid his majesty King Eldarion in his strugle against Morgoth....</i> he blew his horn and got out of Anarya's way, The elven horns sounded in the night and brought chills upon everybody's spine, King Eldarion's mouth had almost curled into an almost invisible smile, for he felt he was not being left alone in this battle and that more help may well be on its way....<BR>Anarya halted and signalled her host to do the same and dismounted her horse, her two marsharll's did the same and stood beside her as she approached King Eldarion who was escorted by some of his closer men including Seregon. Her eyes where gazing deep into his and he did not look away, her heart clenched as she beheld how much he reminded her of his father ,the late , king Elessar.<BR>She took off her helmet and her marshall's followed and bowed in front of the king as her squadron formed behind her...<BR><i>We where detoured from our way to Minas Tirith and I was told the city has been taken, </i><BR><BR>Eldarion was very nervous and he tried to keep his head in place...<BR><i>Aye my lady, the wind brings terrible tidings which i am afraid are true.....</i><BR><BR><i>Your men must feel very proud to have you as their leader in such trying times.....</i> <BR>Eldarion felt lost for words for he had been feeling not as helpful as he should've and was starting to doubt his strenght, <BR>he placed his hand on her shoulder...<BR><BR><BR><i>It is because of ever faithful friends such as yourself and many others who have answered my call , that i have not lost hope in this fight...</i><BR><BR><i>You come from a line of very honorable men Lord Eldarion , I do not think we are the reason for your glory, the favour of your father and his kin is ever watchful over you </i> she said with a smile and a look that brought peace to Eldarions heart <BR><BR><i>this in turn does not mean that we are not proud to fight at your side and stay beside to what ever end </i><BR><BR>She saluted him and sang an elvish chant with her whole squad that meant they where ready for war and ready to receive orders....
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Postby Rhiannon_of_Rivendell » Wed Feb 04, 2004 12:58 pm

"My Lord, I have a suggestion for our plan of battle," an elf with long black hair and piercing grey eyes said. <BR> "We could always go around the right and left flanks of the enemy as soon as the reinforcements get here." Morwen Anwarunya continued, "Or we could trick them into thinking that there are less of us than there really are. If we retreated part of our army to the hill a ways back, we could hide our main troops behind us and the troops we left behind could come out from behind. The archers and pikemen could go in first on our side, and when you signal the red flag, the troops on the right flank could close in. This blue flag," she said motioning to the flag on the commander's desk, "Could signal the left flank. Then we could send an envoy to signal the green flag and that would totally surround our enemies."<BR><BR>As she finished her speech, her eyes went from a cold grey, to a soft molten grey as she thought about the family that she had to protect. <BR><BR>'It's a good plan,' she thought, 'if he'll agree to it and we can pull it off'<BR><BR>"We will consider your request Morwen, you are dismissed. And Morwen, thank you, I know you have family to protect."<BR><BR>Morwen nodded as she swung back into the saddle of her completely black mare, Knight Commotion. She loosened her arrows in her quiver and tugged at her belt knife as she prepared herself for battle. <BR><BR>'Come on and bring it on,' she thought as she stared grimly at the sunset, 'these enemies are going to wish they had never traveled down THAT road to battle with ME!'<BR><BR>She spurred her horse into action as she went to say goodbye to her three little sisters, and wished silently that her parents were still alive.<BR>
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Postby Mithfindel » Wed Feb 04, 2004 2:05 pm

<i>Morion watched tired messengers going forth and small troops, some of better and some of lesser quality, coming back. Everyone was preparing to join the struggle, it seems. In the distance he heard the wind to bring to his ears the sound of horns giving out their challenge. His master of stables, who he had chosen to be his herald, rode to his side, bearing a banner with a silver sword pointing upwards in a sable background, the colours of his grandfather. Everything was ready.<BR><BR>Morion raised his hand, and the guard next to him blew a horn. The small troop of knights, or rather heavy cavalry, which had been his pride over the last years, began to move. Anxious to meet his King, Morion hurried his horse to a quick trot, and the formation followed. They entered the darkness that was covering the eastern lands, and after a long ride, they finally spotted some movement in the outskirts of the Druadain Forest.</i><BR><BR>Halt! Who rides there?<BR><BR><i>As a stern voice inquired them to stop and identify themselves, Morion rode ahead, shouting so loud that his voice almost broke.</i><BR><BR>I am Morion, Lord of Erelas, scion of Calduil Fairblade and His Majesty's knight! I demand that you let me pass!<BR><BR><i>The forest fell silent for a moment, but after a while, a rider appeared from the woods.</i><BR><BR>Lord Morion should be more careful on his movements, and hold his tongue, for we live dire times indeed. But now we are currently in a great need of men, and your small company of knights will be of great relief. Proceed, but know that within this forest you cannot even breathe without us noticing. No bad moves, my lord, or you shall never again worry about keeping your shiny armor polished. Follow me, I shall lead you to the camp.<BR><BR><i>And so the company begun to make their way through the forest, and soon they caught glimpse of fires blazing behind the trees. As soon as they had arrived, Morion and his knights dismounted their steeds and the lord begun to approach the command tent with his closest men.</i>
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Postby Amrunelen » Wed Feb 04, 2004 3:14 pm

A small company of grey cloaked riders galloped across the plains of Rohan towards the village that King Eldarion and his host were camping for the night. The host riding across the plains must have seemed very small compared to the others that were on their way to aid the King, but each of them was well trained and skilled in battle. The company consisted of only about 70 or so, half of it being Dunedain from the North, the other half some of the remaining elves of Lothlorien.<BR><BR>At the very front were 3 riders, one on a silver-grey horse and the other two on chestnut colored ones. They rode with great haste towards the village where hundreds of tents and camp fires could be seen spread out across the area. When they had reached the camp at last, all except the three who were riding in front and two others went off to pitch their owns tents among the crowd. The five who did not go with went straight for King Eldarion's tent after asking one of the Knights where he was.<BR><BR>They reached the King just as another elf with long black hair was riding off. The five of them dismounted and walked forward, casting down their hoods as they went so those there could see that they were not enemies. One of the elves stepped forward and bowed to the King.<BR><BR><i>"Hail Eldarion, King of Gondor. I am Amrunelen of Lothlorien and I come bringing what aid that could be gathered hastily in this time of great need. I am sorry to hear that the White City has fallen. Along with me here is one of my kin, Tarcil and Aeriel of the Dunedain, and another one of their kin. All together our number is only 70, half being my people and half their's. If only it were the days of old I may have brought a force of several thousand archers with me, but Alas there are few of us left anymore in Middle-Earth. Yet, I believe that you may have the sons of Elrond coming yet form Imladris and possibly Lord Celeborn, though I am not sure of his whereabouts at the moment. He has been going between East Lorien and Imladris. Perhaps he will come with the sons of Elrond."</i><BR><BR>Amrunelen then stepped back and the ones she named Tarcil and Aeriel stepped forward, also bowing their heads to the King.<BR><BR><i>"Hail King of Gondor! As Lady Amrunelen has already stated, I am Aeriel of the Dunedain, daughter of Tarcil."</i>, she said, motioning towards her father who was standing beside her.<i> I only have to say that more of the Dunedain may yet come hither to join us. Those who are with us now are only the ones we could gather immediatly, considering our people are spread throughout the land. I hope we shall be of some aid to thee. It will be an honor to fight along with thee. I have heard that you walk in the likeness of your father and it seems that people speak truly. May the Valar protect thee and all that follow thy rule!"</i>, she finished, bowing again and stepping back.
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Postby anacrian » Wed Feb 04, 2004 4:12 pm

Anarya and her host prepared the tents where they would rest during this night, even though she knew she was working in vain because her mind could not rest at a time so bitter as this, she was being very supportive to her men but she had much to think about so she had been very quiet....<BR><BR>As she was giving some orders to her men , one of her marshall's approached her....<BR><BR><BR><i>you havent said a word since we left Lord Eldarions quarters...</i><BR><BR>Not turning to face him, looking at the sky she replied...<i>What do you want me to say Anothar....? I feel overwhelmed by this war.....can't you hear the hate in every strike of the enemy? they may be far away for the moment but I fear the time when we finally meet them .....death will come my friend and non of us know if we will be able to sing about this battle once its over....</i><BR><BR>He turned her to face him..... <i>This is not the tiem to think about the future, all that matters under this sky is this very moment , once lord Eldarion gives his orders we must ride forgetting everything that has not yet come to pass....it will only take away our focus...</i><BR><BR>She finally faced him and looked deep into his eyes....<BR> <i>the grace of a thousand men is at my call Anothar.... what happens when they start fall? </i><BR><BR><i>It was their time.....they served their general and they fought to the death, that is something worthy of remebrance ....</i><BR>Anarya sighed <i>at least it brightens my heart to see more of our own kin coming to aid , and have you by my side dear cousin</i><BR><BR>She said that as she noticed Morwen and Amrunelen joining the King
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Postby Mithfindel » Wed Feb 04, 2004 5:26 pm

<i>At first there could be heard some noise, metal ringing on metal, accompanied with heavy footsteps. Then, three forms rose from the shadows surrounding the fire like dark wraiths haunting the ones gathered in there. They were all clad in mail from head to heels, wearing black robes, carrying a sword embroidered on the left side, on top of their hearts. First of them carried a blade, one had a banner repeating the ensignia on their chests and the third carried a horn. The leader, an imposing man with a pale skin and raven-black hair stopped for a moment, and then they continued to the tent. There they were, the king and his knight, standing in front of each other. The newcomer kneeled.</i><BR><BR>I am Morion, of ancient house of the Fairblades. I have came here to renew my pledge of allegiance to my lord, and to lead my men-at-arms to either victory or death for him.<BR><BR><i>Studying intensively some documents, Eldarion failed to notice the newcomer, until one of his generals signed him, whichafter the kind signed the knight to raise, with the sevants apponting the site for his militia to camp. With mixed feelings they begun to service their equipment. All of them, from the rookie to the veteran, had known of the war, and all of them were under the hard training of their master, but no one of them could have imagined that their peaceful countryside could have been threatened by war. The oldest veterans still remembered some events from the War of the Ring, and king Elendil's raise to power and found now that their tales would have many ears listening to them. On the whole, everyone was - strange enough - acting like an old warrior, not worrying about tomorrow, but making their everything to be ready for any challenge.</i>
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Postby Bragolancaion » Wed Feb 04, 2004 7:55 pm

Chaos swirled around Bragolancaion as he stabbed orcs left and right with his dagger trying desperately to get to his sword a few feet in front of him. His Love gave him that and there was no way he would leave it behind. Black blood covered his face, arms, and hands, as he saw King Eldarion and the remaining men cutting their way out of the White City that was now overrun by Morgoths’ armies. <i>How could this happen?</i> screamed Brago inside his head. <BR><BR>His sword was in reach now, and he grabbed it and came back up in time to block an orc scimitar from running him through. He fought on with his sword blazing in the forms he knew since childhood, and orcs were left screaming in his wake. The first level of the city was a milling mass of orcs not all realizing a man still breathed in Minis Tirith, thank Iluvatar. <BR><BR>Where was his horse? In the stables? He reached the stables with his arms burning and his lungs straining for air. Orcs followed him in without him noticing. His horse, Tia’shar, reared at sight of the orcs rushing at his back and he jumped out of the way luckily with only a sliced arm. He regained his composure and three orcs quickly fell dead against the stable floor. He wouldn’t die. Love drove him on. It never failed.<BR><BR>Readying Tia’shar he peered out a crack in the wall revealing orcs feasting on the dead. They were feasting on men he knew and recognized. Seeing men and orcs lying dead on the ground had never bothered him, but this? The contents of his stomach left him at the site. <BR><BR>Darkness now covered the land as Brago readied Tia’shar’s saddle. He was going to charge out the gate that now stood open. Iluvatar send it that an arrow wouldn’t pierce him on the way. He had to live. <BR><BR>With that thought he broke out of the stables and charged for the gate. Orcs looked up from their feasting grabbing for weapons, blood dripping from their mouths. He didn’t want to see that. Arrows flew past him, one slicing the same arm the orc in the stable sliced earlier and for some reason it was on fire now, but not from one slice? <BR><BR>The gates started to close but he made it past before they banged shut, and shouts faded as he galloped hard on the back of his black horse. “Where would the king go?” he asked himself, his words lost in the wind rushing by blowing his hair and cloak wildly. <BR><BR><i>Edoras...of course</i> Why did his arm burn so much? It was only a small wound, nothing to be worried about. <BR><BR>Hours went by before he saw many lights off in the distance. <i>That must be the king</i> he thought. Thinking was slow now. His vision was blurry and everything doubled in front of him. His whole arm was numb and the rest of him burned as if on fire. Black dots crept across his vision as he came in view of the camp. Men shouted as he fell off Tia’shar and onto the ground unconscious.<BR>
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Postby GurthangtheIronofDeath » Thu Feb 05, 2004 11:56 am

"Bragolancaion! What evil has befallen you?" His long time friend and advisor was being carried into the tent by two burly soldiers.<BR><BR>"He needs healing, and quickly!" one of them informed him,"He has been pierced by an orc blade and its poison runs through him! He shall die if he recieves no aid!"<BR><BR>"Bring me athelas and some warm water!" the king commanded and a servant scurried away, "Here, lay him down on the couch and I shall tend to him. The servant rushed in and handed him two leaves of the strange plant and a jug of boiling water. Eldarion crushed the leves and put them into the water, remembering what his father had taught him.<BR><BR><i>The hands of the king are the hands of a healer</i><BR><BR>Eldarion hoped he was right.<BR><BR>As the sweet scent began to fill the tent Eldarion placed a hand on the man's brow, " Awake, Soldier of Gondor! Your king commands you! Fell deeds awake and your king has need of you! Return from the Shadow!"<BR><BR>At once the mans eyes snapped open and he sat up, "My lord! I must warn you! The enemy pursue us! They will arrive within the hour! A force of three thousand moves this way!"<BR><BR>"If that is so then we shall meet them!" He called his generals, "Marshall our troops, the enemy give chase! We shall give battle from the forest. There the Rangers shall spring their trap!" <BR><BR>"If that is so
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Postby anacrian » Thu Feb 05, 2004 4:01 pm

Anarya stood outside her tent trying to see if her elven eyes could see far into the horizon but smoke made it very difficult to define what lay beyond, she grasped her sword trying to find comfort and strength knowing she would be her companion to the dead if that was her fate, she could hear inside her men's tents that they where all getting ready for battle for she could easily distinguish how they where sharppening their swords and getting their armour ready, she suddenly felt a troubled presence approaching her from behind and she turned around to see what was drawing near and immediatly recognized at a distance that it was one of te king's Marshall's running towards her, she drew her sword out of it's sheath and ran to meet him<BR><BR>-<i>What is wrong?</i><BR><BR>Immediately she was joined by her two cousins and 2nd and 3rd marshall's Anothar and Angil.....<BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Lord Eldarion has ordered an ambush be made in the road that goes through the firienwood</i><i>There you must endure until you engage with the rest of the main army and what men you can spare</i><BR><BR>Angil ran inside the tents and called the men out to their horses and ordered to sound the horns for battle was on it's way<BR><BR>Anarya and Anothar stood with the king's marshall<BR><BR><i>Aye Capitan, My men are ready at my call do not hesitate for we ride to the Firienwood at once</i><BR><BR>The marshall left and summoned the rest of the troops to harken the king's orders....<BR><BR>Anarya put her helmet on and untied her horse , while her men where saddleing up ready for battle....<BR><BR><i>We will go in three different groups, just like we always do Anothar, Angil will stay close to you on the left side and I shall take the right</i><BR><BR>Anothar nodded and ran inside to get his things ready.<BR>Anarya mounted her silver gray horse Ancalima and stood in front of her almost ready to go squadron, she was immediately joined by Anothar and Angil, so she was ready to give her orders.....<BR><BR><i>We will ride to the firienwood and prepare an ambush alonside the others who have answered to Lord Eldarion's call, The Squadron will divide into three groups those who stay with me will ride to the right side of the rode and the other two will ride with Capitain Anothar and Capitain Angil to the left side of the road...Understood?</i><BR>The horns blew as a sign of attention and the men at once replied affirmatively.....<BR><BR><i>What ever happens we stay together!!! do not stay off pace, all must ride like you've been told , like tru soldiers of the Woodland Realm, give our banner the validity by which it still stands!</i><BR><BR>The men cheered and horns blew<BR><BR>Anarya turned around to face her way towards the Firienwood<BR><BR><i>Forth Warriors of the Green Wood ..........Ride to the Firienwood...........</i><BR><BR>At this last call the three groups divided but rode together to the firienwood to meet their fortune........
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Postby Elrámë » Thu Feb 05, 2004 4:22 pm

Elwen sped Aroch up even further. If it was as suspected, and Morgoth Bauglir had indeed returned to Middle-earth, then they would need to retreat to a fortress...Elladan and Elrohir had offered to allow King Eldarion's troops come to Imladris, if it were possible to reach it, and the one-time Elven fortress might be the only place remaining on the face of Middle-earth that could withstand the attacks of the Enemy...although if Morgoth had returned, none of them would live for long.<BR><BR>She shivered, remembering the last days of the First Age, before the coming of the host of the Valar. She had been young, but the days had been terribly dark. Her mother had escaped the ruin of Gondolin, but her father had died in the sack of the city, and her Lord and great uncle had been slain by Gothmog, in killing him. <i>((OOC: what she thinks.))</i><BR><BR>She shivered, remembering the darkness of those days. Nearly all of the great Elf-lords had fallen; of the Lords of the Noldor, few remained; Galadriel and Idril, Maedhros and Maglor- although that was, perhaps, unfortunate- and few others, after the Fall of Gondolin. If those days were returning, then they would perish; before, with all of the might of the Noldor in the youth of the world and the Moriquendi and the Atanatari, they had lost, and only been saved by the intervention of the Valar. Now, there was no way for them to win, with a few thousand Men of the West and the ten-some Noldor that remained, if that many, and the few hundred or thousand of the Moriquendi....<BR><BR>But they would fight to the deaths, all of them.<BR><BR>She swung off of Aroch as she reached the camp, and a sentry halted her.<BR><BR>"Who are you, and what buisness have you with the King Eldarion?" he asked her. She shoved the hood of her cloak from her face before replying, letting him catch the touch of the Light of the Trees she had about her, though she was too young to have seen them- it had come from her parents.<BR><BR>"I am Elwen of the Eldar," she stated plainly. "I bring a message for Lord Eldarion."<BR><BR>He nodded and let her past, seeming a bit awed, and she moved to the tent from which she had heard the King's voice- a voice she recognized from her occasional visits to Gondor. She wondered absently why she had remained in Middle-earth, when all of her kin had departed over the Sea, to peace, but dismissed the thought. It did not matter; she was here now, and there would be no escape for her until she was slain by the servants of Morgoth.<BR><BR>She pushed the tent flap aside and entered, half-bowing to Eldarion.<BR><BR>"I greet you, Lord King, and bring word from Elladan and Elrohir of Imladris- you know it as Rivendell," she said cooly. "The sons of Elrond send word that they will bring what Elves they can, and Lord Thranduil shall do the same; however, they also offer you the use of Imladris as sanctuary, if you choose to use it and can reach it. This Enemy, if he is who we suspect, is beyond any of us, but we of the Eldar shall stand beside you to fight it, for there is no longer an escape for us, nor would we take it if there was."<BR><BR>She paused for a moment, and then added, "If you have fought them, then you will know of their banners- is it true that they are the Black of Morgoth-that-was-Melkor?"<BR><BR><i>(OOC: edited because I really didn't like the formatting. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)</i>
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Postby Amrunelen » Thu Feb 05, 2004 6:04 pm

Amrunelen and Aeriel were sitting together in a tent that they were sharing. They were good friends from previous journeys. Minutes that seemed like hours slowly passed by until someone came to their tent and called for them.<BR><BR>"Excuse me. Is this where I may find the Lady Amrunelen and the Dunadan Aeriel?"<BR><BR>"It is indeed.", Aeriel said, pulling back the flap of the tent."Does the King need us for something?", Amrunelen asked him.<BR><BR>"I come bearing a message from King Eldarion. An enemy force is closing in on us. They are only about an hour away. He asks the Rangers and the elves to position themselves along both sides of the path through the Wood. There he plans to have you ambush the enemy and any that make it through will hopefully be finished off by those of us who remain here."<BR><BR>They listened to the King's Marshall intently. "Thank you. We will gather our men together now and make for the pass through the woods.", Amrunelen said. After he left htem, they ran about from tent to tent, informing the others of what was to be done. Eventually the Dunedain Rangers and the Lothlorien elves were assembled. They ran swiftly towards the outskirts of the Wood, leaving their horses behind, for they would not be needed for the ambush.<BR><BR>The elves from Eryn Lasgallen were already there. The Rangers and elves split up into two groups, one on each side of the road, walking along until they reached the end of the other's lines. Aeriel and Tarcil positioned themselves on the ground, hiding in the underbrush and behind the trees with the Rangers on that side. Amrunelen and the rest of the elves climbed up into the higher branches of the trees that were right along the road, their elven cloaks blending in with the leaves and the shadows of the night. From there they could begin firing at the enemy force without them noticing till it was too late.<BR><BR>They waited there in silence, watching for the glow of the enemies torches coming towards them. Amrunelen stared out into the gloom of the night when at last she could see the first glimmer of fire in the distance. She whispered to the others within earshot, starting with Aeriel who was right at the base of the tree she was positioned in. "They are coming. Spread the word and be ready." Word went along quickly in nearly silent whispers, eventually reaching the hosts from Eryn Lasgallen. Arrows were being drawn out and bows were being bent, sword and daggers loose in their belts for when they would need them. Shortly...they would be facing the enemy, the forces of Morgoth Bauglir.
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Postby Mithfindel » Fri Feb 06, 2004 5:16 am

<i>A silent call went through the camps. Preparations were made, and slowly men trotted through the dark forest, reaching the forest line and hiding in their positions there, waiting. One could almost hear the trampling of many feet. Someone draw an Elven blade, at it could be seen to gleam on its own power. Soon the word was taken throughout the force - orcs were coming. Slowly, slowly the first ones came to sight, drawing nearer and nearer. Well within range, the archers waited still them to wander a bit closer.<BR><BR>Suddenly, are horn was blown and the archers positioned to the both sides of the road launched their hail of arrows, felling many in the cross-fire. At first the troops of Mordor were struck in a disaster, getting disorganized and not knowing what to do. Many of their squads were dispersed, and the formations spearheading their march routed. But the rest of the column advanced. Battle-hardened and mailed, these orcs and humans held their ranks despite the terrible losses. The column was divided in three parts, first advancing to the other side, the second advancing to the other. The third, proud Black Númenoreans from Far Harad, brutal Easterlings from Rhûn and savage Variags from Khand continued their advance on the road, running in a charge to cut the Allied units from each other, and they sung a foul song as they ran.<BR><BR>Then another horn was blown, and it's notes were like the warm rain in a sunny summer morning, bringing hope to the hearts of Men and Elves defending all that was dear to them. Some infantry marched to the road, forming a double shield wall, getting ready to defend themselves against the onslaught. The knights and men-at-arms present readied their weapons for a charge to the flanks of the enemy assaulting the foot soldiers.<BR><BR>The battle was on.</i>
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Postby Turgon1111 » Fri Feb 06, 2004 8:35 am

Seregon hiding in the trees was shooting down every enemy he saw. Orcs and evil Men fell like trees before him. As soon as they were close enough he unsheathed his sword. It had the faint glow it always had when battle was happening.<BR><BR><BR>He kept at the ready and kept shooting them down. Their ranks were starting to fail and become unorganized. The ambush was going perfectly. Morgoth wasn't going to defeat us without a good fight.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Amrunelen » Fri Feb 06, 2004 9:49 am

Amrunelen knocked an arrow, Aeriel doing the same thing below, and they waited for several ranks to pass them before they fired. Then, all at once, the ambush was made known to the enemy. Arrows rained down upon them, piercing many. Their ranks became a bit unorganized as some feld into the forset where they were only killed by those who had their swords ready. Still, they had not beaten them by a long shot. Those remaining in the ranks walked on, orcs, Haradrim, Easterlings, and Southrons. All were willing to serve under the new dark lord and take revenge on those who defeated them in the past.<BR><BR>Aeriel could see them passing by, their ranks seemingly never ending. She noticed that some infantry from another force that had come to serve the king were lining up and making a shield wall, ready to defend themselves from those who got passed the archers. Aeriel had run out of arrows already so she crept through the woods till she was right along side the shield wall, but still in the protection of the darkness of the trees. Several more of the Rangers had the same idea, waiting there with their swords drawn, ready to fight.<BR><BR>Amrunelen remained up in the tree, continuing to fire arrows down upon those who were still marching in. She stopped for a moment and looked up the path again to see if she coul see the end of their ranks. As she stared into the darkness, she could see a creature wreathed in flame that towered above all the others. It carried a flaming blade and a firey whip. She had never seen one before herself, but she knew what it was. A balrog of Morgoth walked down the path towards them. Most likely it was found in some dark chasm of the black land and was rasied up again for his evil purposes. <BR><BR>"Ai! Balrog!", Amrunelen called out. Some who had heard her immediatly turned their gaze down the path and they too could see the fiery being slowly lumbering towards them. The enemies laughed. They could see fear growing in the eyes of those that assailed them.
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Postby Bragolancaion » Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:51 am

Voices swirled around him, but he heard them far off in the distance. Darkness tried to cover him but he thrashed and fought it. He couldn’t die yet. He was fighting in the deep recesses of his mind. It grabbed his chest and he felt life leaving him. <i>NO, I CAN NOT DIE YET! NOT YET!</i> he cried at the shadow now enveloping him. All of a sudden it let go. He could smell something sweet in the air. Someone was talking to him. <i>"...need of you! Return from the shadow!" Eldarion?</i> <BR><BR>He sat bolt upright staring at the face of his friend, his king. “My lord! I must warn you! The enemy pursues us! They will arrive within the hour! A force of three-thousand moves this way!”<BR><BR><i>"If that is so than we shall meet them!"</i> Eldarion called his General’s and they stood before him, <i>"Marshall our troops, the enemy gives chase! We shall give battle from the forest. There the Rangers shall spring their trap!"</i><BR><BR>The generals left to organize the ambush and ready the men. “Thank you, my lord, for saving my life. I am in your debt,” said Brago slowly standing from the table, and bowed to his king.<BR><BR>“You have saved my life many times before, I was in yours,” said Eldarion smiling. “You must rest. You are in no condition to fight.”<BR><BR>“I am well enough to fight. Lord, let me stand by your side through this? The enemy is numerous and every soldier that is able to fight will be needed,” said Brago pleading. The sound of the men and elves filled the camp outside the tent. The battle would begin soon.<BR><BR>“You may fight. You will stay by my side until the enemy brakes through to the camp. Wash up and report to me when you are finished,” said Eldarion opening the tent flaps and walking out. <BR><BR>Brago washed his face and hands at the wash stand then grabbed his cloak and sword. He found his horse tied to the picket line outside, and trotted over to where King Eldarion waited in front of the remaining men in the camp. Eldarion nodded to Brago as he took his place beside his king. The sky was covered with dark clouds letting little light illumine their surroundings. Harsh voices of the enemy could be heard resonating through the forest. They were singing a war song, and it didn’t sound at all pleasant. In seconds the sound of the dying, and metal on metal reached Brago’s ears and he straightened in his saddle waiting for Morgoth’s armies to break through the ambush.<BR><BR>Minutes later orcs and men poured out of the forest and clashed into the infantry in front of them. The men’s line broke and foul creatures broke through charging the king and his men. “For Gondor! Men of the West, CHARGE!” screamed the king as the five hundred men with him charged on their steeds to meet the few enemies in front of them. <BR><BR>Helping the infantry they pushed back Morgoth’s armies back to the edge of the forest. Brago split a man’s skull and looked up as he saw fear on his comrades faces. “A Balrog of Morgoth,” he said fear stabbing him as well. “May Iluvatar help us.” <BR>
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Postby GurthangtheIronofDeath » Fri Feb 06, 2004 12:22 pm

"Elendil!" Anduril met with the sword of fire and there was an explosion of light.<BR><BR>The two combatants sprang apart, eyeing each other warily, both oblivious to the deadly battle happening around them. The Balrog seemed to know that this was no mere soldier and it kept an eye on Eldarions sword, indeed Eldarion was not surprised, not many other blades would have survived that blow.<BR><BR>The Balrog spread its wings and roared and suddenly the sword it held transformed into a many tonged whip which snaked through the air towards his face. Eldarion dived below the whip and rolled towards the Balrog, striking upwards with his sword. Anduril plunged deep into the Balrog's stomach and fire spewed from the wound, however the Balrog lived. It caught Eldarion a huge backhand and he flew through the air only to be stopped by a tree. Anduril flew from his grasp and its flame was extinguished. The Balrog bore down on him a sword in its hand once more, raised for the killing blow. <BR><BR>((OOC: Soooo, who wants to save me?))
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Postby Amrunelen » Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:18 pm

As soon as the Balrog had passed Amrunelen, she leapt lightly down from the branches and began heading back towards the camp where the enemy troops had now broken through. She had run out of arrows. Amrunelen looked around franticly, trying to see where the Balrog had gone. At last she found it. It was standing among a group of frightened soldiers, looming over one being that had been knocked up against a tree. <i>"Was no one going to try and save that man?"</i>, she thought to herself. <BR><BR>Amrunelen began whistling in a few short notes that echoed through the trees. Soon a silver-grey horse came galloping towards her. She leapt up onto it's back."Noro lim, Tindanare. Fear no foe!"<BR><BR>The horse started off, fast as a streak of silver lightning, dodging around the trees and the fallen. At last they were within a few feet of the firey beast. It's heat was intense. The Balrog had it's sword raised in the air, ready for the killing blow. Amrunelen raised her own sword in the air, fury gleaming in her sea-grey eyes and her white light intensifying. <BR><BR>With all of her might, she urged Tindanare to charge forward the last few steps, drove her sword into the creature's back, and drew it back out again quickly as so it would not melt in the overwhelming heat. The Balrog let out another roar in pain.<BR><BR>"Strike it! Strike it now while it is distracted!",she yelled to those around her. All of the knights who were standing nearby came forth, plunging their swords deep within the Balrog's flesh. Amrunelen rode over to the man who was still slumped against the tree, only then realizing that it was King Eldarion. She leapt down off of her horse quickly.<BR><BR>"My Lord! Eldarion! Are you alright?"<BR><BR>She leaned down close to him, listening for breathing. She could not tell if he was conscious...or alive. Amrunelen then noticed Anduril laying in the grass nearby. She grabbed the hilt of the mighty sword, picked it up, and set it next to the king.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>((OOC: Couldn't let the guys get all of the glory<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>))
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Postby Mithfindel » Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:48 pm

<i>Riding in front his men, totally stricken berzerk in the midst of the battle, giving up for the rage within him, Morion let his sword cleave his enemies and rejoiced of battle. Almost not noticing the Balrog, he kicked his horse violently when it rejected to advance, as there were no enemies in his reach to strike. At last it throw him off its back. Landing hard and cursing the fleeing horse, Morion raised his blade in defence, sure that the enemy would get him now. Surprised of the seemingly peaceful spot on the battle, he raised up quickly and glanced around. Indeed he was in a spot where there was no others fighting - except his King with a beast he knew was a Balrog, a demon from the Elder Ages. Seeing it hit Eldarion he gave out a cry. The balrog closed up to the King's lifeless body, readying to finish the puny mortal who had hurt it. <BR><BR>So, this was end of the man who didn't even wan't to hear his pledge. But after all, he had pledged to serve him. And he hadn't done it the first time - he had pledged to serve Gondor a long time ago, and had now only renewed his pledge. Mixed in the feelings of hate, pride, fear and guilt he gave a terrible shout like an animalistic roar, as rage engulfed him above all things, and begun to run at the demon, forgetting all of his bruises he got from falling from his horse.</i><BR><BR>'Dagorion! Dagorion to strike the Enemy! Let your blades to pierce the darkness, Men of Gondor and the Allies!'<BR><BR><i>Now he saw an elf strike the beast, and all the other knights came forth, too, tearing its fiery body. The beast turned to them in mockery, and its cruel voice boomed across the land.</i><BR><BR>Puny mortals! You do not know what you face! Darkness and flame shall prevail, and no one will stand in front of the Dark Lord!<BR><BR><i>In a sudden burst of courage, Morion charged it, sinking his blade to the enemy. The hilt of Dagorion became too hot to hold, and the weapon molt, causing the knight to burn his hand bad. He fell to the legs of the beast writhing with pain. Forcing himself to look up, he saw that there was not a single, small mark in the place the blade of his ancestors had hit, and the creature burst out into something that could be described as laughter.</i><BR><BR>You see, mortal, that I cannot be won. You're weapons do me only temporary harm and pain. Your defiance may be valiant, but futile, as...<BR><BR><i>Suddenly it though abandoned it's sentence, seemingly in pain. Morion's eyes were aching from its blaze, but still he thought he could see something glowing inside its body - the Fair Blade, Battle-Child. Dagorion. He had known that it was of ancient make, perhaps even of the Elves, but how could it possibly have withstood the heat of the beast's body? Though the knight had no time to ponder these questions, as he finally passed out of pain and the close proximity of the beast's flaming body, which now had really burst out. The balrog, instead, was filled in fiery rage, and all near it, be it Southron or Gondorian, Easterling or Arnorian, Orc or Elf turned away of it, and the more weak-minded turned into a rout. The fire-demon leaped forward, or actually the direction it came, cutting down anything in its sight, seemingly gone out of its mind.</i><BR><BR>((OOC Damn, A. I was about to post something little longer than this - had to edit half of it.))
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Postby anacrian » Fri Feb 06, 2004 2:20 pm

Before they reached the borders of the Firienwood, they ordered their horses return to the refuge or if it was not posible to do so, for them to make their way back home.<BR>Though the host of Ered Lasggalen was large, their presence was not noticed by the incoming enemy.<BR> The footsteps of an elf are lightweight, unlike the enemies footsteps they made the ground rumble as they drew closer...Anarya led her squad to the right side of the wood , Angil and Anothar led theirs into the left side.<BR><BR>the three groups of troops desengaged into even smaller groups and they penetrated into the wood, some stayed on the ground, other over rock formations and others climbed trees to the highest branch, they where ready.....they knew battle was at their doorstep for they could hear the sound of fighting armies further into the wood, they knew their other allies where there as well and that they where soon to join them for good or ill.....<BR><BR>finally the orc host apperared<BR><BR>Anarya knew it was her turn to do what she did best, engage with the rest of the allies , make the enemy aware of their precense...<BR><BR>She loaded her bow with an arrow and when the orcs and haradrim passed before her she released it...and stood up on top of the tree where she had been kneeling,her whole squad as well as her cousins' knew what came next for immediately after the first shot the orcs turned every where to see where the attack came from and the floor troops released a massive wave of arrows and the orcs and haradrim lost their focus and started to fall.<BR><BR>Anothar and Angil Anarya's cousins where deep into the battle for both of them had stayed on the ground, Anarya put away her bow and un sheathed Elenya her shinning bronze sword....<BR><BR>-<i>DARO!!!! </i> she called comanding the rest of the troops to descend, she jumped down from the tree and having her feet barely touched the ground she ran forward charging into the battle
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Postby Amrunelen » Fri Feb 06, 2004 3:05 pm

Amrunelen could hear the Balrog's inhuman voice behind her.<BR><BR>"You see, mortal, that I cannot be won. You're weapons do me only temporary harm and pain. Your defiance may be valiant, but futile, as..."<BR><BR>She saw the other man there before the Balrog. He looked as if he had passed out. Apparently he had attacked it also. Amrunelen then also took notice to the glowing sword thrust inside of the beast. "How strange...", she murmured. Suddenly the beast leapt forward, away from her and King Eldarion, in a fit of rage. She watched as the creature began swinging it's flaming sword around, striking any that stood in front of it.<BR><BR><i>What if it turns and sees the King again?"</i>, she thought suddenly. She sheathed her own sword that she still had clasped in her hand, stood behind the King, grabbed him under his arms, and pulled him under the cover of the trees and away from immediate danger. Tindanare followed them. Amrunelen then dashed back out quickly and grabbed Anduril, once again sitting at the King's side. "Oh, I wish you would show some sign that your alive already. What will your men do without you, their King?", she said, watching him again. Then more so talking to herself she said, "Everything seems so hopeless. Sometimes I wonder why I stayed here after the War of the Ring...if all is only to end in a greater darkness." By now the fury had died out of her eyes, her pale elven light back to it's normal glow. She sat down and propped herself up against the tree. She would not leave the King of Gondor here on his own for any enemy to come and carry him away or simply stab him where he lay.<BR><BR>+++<BR><BR>Aeriel and her father fought side by side on the road through the wood. They ran back undercover when the Balrog had passed by, but came back again to continue in the fight. At last when all of the enemies were driven up the road, they went with the other Rangers to join the battle on the field.<BR><BR>In the mass confusion, the two were separated. Aeriel was about to go looking for him, but reasoned that he probably went off with a few others in another direction. She ran along the outskirts of the battle with some of the other Dunedain that had followed her. They all stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the Balrog in the middle of it all, rampaging about.<BR><BR>"How can such a creature be stopped?", she asked the others. They all shook their heads. "Well, the least we can do is at least try and help, even if death may come to us there. Let us fear no evil.", she said and began walking out towards the middle of the field, the rest along side her.
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Postby Elrámë » Fri Feb 06, 2004 3:52 pm

Elwen watched as the Balrog fought with those about it. Even as she battled the Orcs and Haradrim, the Black Númenoreans and the Rhûn, she watched it. <BR><BR>And she remembered another Balrog, in another time, and the brave Elf-lords who had stood against it. Elves far higher than any who remained in Middle-earth now. Even Fëanor, the shame and greatness of her people, had fallen before its kin.<BR><BR>All who fought a Balrog perished. She knew that, knew it as well as she knew anything. She had seen it when her father's brother fought and died to save them, and when her mother's lord had fallen with the second. She had been young, yes, but she remembered.<BR><BR>And now another Balrog came to war. Then it was true: Morgoth had returned. Not even the greatest of his servants had been able to rule a Balrog without his will behind it; and Sauron was, or had been, gone.<BR><BR>She knew they would die if Morgoth conquored, and saw no reason to expect the aid of the Valar.<BR><BR>And this was why she charged the Balrog, Rhúnelen raised and blazing like the star of its name against the dark fires of the Balrog. Orcs saw that light and the twin light shining from the necklace she wore of Eärendil's light, and fled.<BR><BR>But the Balrog did not.
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Postby anacrian » Fri Feb 06, 2004 4:39 pm

Anarya fought with such rage she did not even look concearned for her fallen soldiers, she just fought head on, at an attempt to reach her cousin's ground she was shoved out of an orcs way and fell down to the ground letting Elenya slide off her hand, she was completly aware of the situation but somehow her head felt very heavy, she tried to get her self up from the ground but two Haradrim Barged her way .....she rolled on the ground managing to escape their strokes until she finally stood up , she had to find Elenya before she was slain, the Haradrim charged at her once more and she miraculously escaped every stroke, she ran in the middle of the fight until she finally saw Elenya her shimmering bronze sword on the ground, the haradrim where behind her and she kept on running , giving Elenya a piercing look with her glimerring elven eyes, she finally made contact and Elenya rose from the ground as if she had been picked up and flew directly into Anarya's hands, she held her tightly and turned to face the Haradrim who stopped in amazement at what had happened, she managed to kill them without much of a fight, suddenly her mind was hit with a heavy warning............."<i>Lord Eldarion is in terrible danger"</i> she thought as she walked getting rid of evry orc that stood in her way <i>Is he fighting along side the rest?...........is he here........</i> all this thoughts clouded her mind until she heard a horrible howl that froze her from moving an inch further, she turned to face where it had come from and with her elven sight she saw something that would not be easily destroyed ..........<i>Alas.... </i> she whispered..............<i>it is a Balrog.............</i> She was not supposed to know what fear felt like but the heaviness in every step she took was a sign to her that something was not right, she knew she had to run to aid those who where trying to stop the demon from the ancient world even if it meant her own death....
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Postby Turgon1111 » Mon Feb 09, 2004 4:48 pm

Seregon saw the fiery balrog. <i>"It is final then, Morgoth is back! May the Valar have mercy on us"</i> he thought. He ran over to the scene of the balrog, who was killing every thing in his sight. He jumped on the beast's back and stabbed it as hard as he could. <i>"My blade should be able to withstand the fire, since it was made in Valinor"</i> he thought. He went into a war fury, completely oblivious to everything around him. He stabbed into the fiery flesh of the evil beasts neck. It bellowed in pain. He stabbed into it's back countless times. He slashed at it's head thinking <i>"This is for Lord Eldarion, and this is for every Elf or Man you ever killed!"</i>. The accursed beast fell to the ground succumbing to the sword of Valinor. The victory was for the Free Peoples and to the destruction of Evil.
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