Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26444332-20160126212310

With a clatter of hooves and the whinny of an elven-horse, Faenor rides forth into the battle on the field, leading a few of his elven archers on horseback. They begin to slice through the enemy ranks, and Faenor himself rides among the Shadow Guard, dealing death-blows left and right. His blade shines like dazzlingly white snow, and in his eyes is a cold fury directed at the Orcs.

"Herio! To victory!" Faenor cries as his lays open a troll's thick neck with Ringil, killing it.