Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26444332-20160125234824

The Elves quickly assemble on the walls, shrugging off their grey-blue cloaks to reveal bright silver armor with copper highlights. At a call, they effortlessly bring bows, arrows on the string, back to full draw, and wait the command.

"Leithio!" calls Faenor, and a thousand white- and -grey feather-fletched arrows soar into the ranks of the enemy, quickly followed by thousands more.