Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26210095-20151111125728/@comment-26444332-20151111153535

The Elves release a point-blank volley of arrows into the charging lines of Black Númenoreans, killing off the first few ranks. The elves in front weather the assault successfully, by virtue of their falcatas, lhång, and discipline. The Dwarves of the Ered Nimrais charge forwards through the front lines in perfect unison with the Elves, who turn to let them pass. The Dwarves smash into and destroy the Umbaran line.

Faenor looks desperately to the West, and cries out:

"Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar? Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar? Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth, And the Grey Company ride from the North!"

As he cries aloud this verse, the Men of Arnor, ten thousand strong, appear over the ridge. They unleash a hail of arrows on the Black Númenoreans, and charge in.