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Post by feanaromithrandir on Mar 8, 2004 15:13:56 GMT -5
Lamalas decided to go to the other armies himself as it did not seem the runner had made it, he began to run and noticed in the far distance the riders from Himring....
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Mar 9, 2004 14:30:05 GMT -5
Aikanáro fought with all the ferocity and skill that the slow grinding centuries gift to those who survive. But all of his abilities slowly forced him to step backwards, yielding the precious ground that many had died to take. The orcs pressed on all sides, squeezing the elven forces like the giant snakes of the east throttle their prey. During the few and short interludes of the battle Aikanáro could see that his brethren on the other armies were fairing far worse then his force. The fire and the dragon had ripped through the elven forces, and every where there seemed to be balrogs towering above the elves. Full of fire and terror were these demons of Morgoth, the greatest of all elf banes were these fallen Maiar. Aikanáro abandoned all thought that they might win this day, he only hoped that he and as many of his brethren would live out the night and its consequences.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Mar 10, 2004 15:06:48 GMT -5
Lamalas stood back once again and began raining arrows down on the orcs that were attacking, Aikanáro was fighting on and Lamalas decided to join him, he grabbed his sword and ran into the battle staying close to Aikanáro, mostly blocking and parrying the orcs blows allowing Aikanáro to attack them, Lamalas needed to put more into this fight he had not yet killed any orcs with his sword all he had done was block, parry or miss, he had to try as hard as he could to sink his blade deep into the orcs, he began to speed up swinging and slashing fast then he had ever done before, killing the orcs around him, he took a step back and had a quick look at the other forces, all he could see was devistation, he had never seen so many Elves die nor had he seen so much evil in one place...
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Post by Elenar on Mar 10, 2004 21:49:09 GMT -5
Fealosse saw the fires on the plains, he could start to feel the heat from them. Peering into the distance, his Elf-eyes could see the small forms of the Elves on guard fighting desperately against the huge Balrogs and dragons. He saw a small group of Elves greatly pressed by orcs and Balrogs. Calling back to his force, "We ride there to aid our comrades, BOWS!!"
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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Mar 11, 2004 15:35:53 GMT -5
Náin saw the Balrogs and dragons slaying hundreds, he did not like to see so many of his kind dying, He droped back and started to fire his bow, Watching those around him very closely, Enough had died this day...
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Mar 11, 2004 16:47:31 GMT -5
Lamalas was not sure he would be here once this day had ended, so many Elves were falling and he could not bear it, he went into a fury, using a blade like he had been doing so for years, he wasted most of his energy in his short burst and the Orcs noticed this, they heavily attacked him and he was knocked to the ground with a sword through his stomach he hit the ground and lay there looking at the foul mixture of Elves, Orcs and Werewolves blood in the mud, it splashed as the Orcs ran passed him, Aikanáro had obviously moved back as he had left Lamalas's view and more and more Orcs were running past him, he mustered enough strength to lift himself up and see Gothmog the Balrog or Angbad running towards him, the Elves would fall this day, they all knew it but none turned to run...
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Post by Elenar on Mar 11, 2004 21:09:42 GMT -5
The arrows left the bows of Fealosse and his riders swiftly, and more filled the air behind them. White arrows coursed into the orcs, opening gaps in their ranks and giving the fighting Elves a small breather. Surveying the slaughter, Fealosse knew the Elves had no chance of victory this day, and the more who fought, the more who died. To his small cavalry, he ordered, "Get to the wounded, and take as many back as you can! And to all who still can, tell them to retreat! Hurry!" Before all his riders dispersed to pick up wounded Elves and drape them over their saddle, Fealosse collected three of his forty and with the three Elven riders, he hacked his way to a familiar Elf, "Aikanáro! Hail, but sadly, today is not a well meeting! Can you regroup as many of your warriors as you can, and fall back to Himring! We shall cover you!"
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