Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26444332-20160126161136

Faenor sees the Yrch attempting to mount the wall and cries out to prepare to repel invaders. With a rush and a clatter Lhång are drawn and bows dropped as the Elves begin to show mastery of sword in addition to bow. Faenor himself is like a whirlwind of silver and steel, cutting through the Orcs like flame through parchment. A Shadow Guard attempts to kill him, but Faenor ducks underneath the swing and comes up to behead the servant of the Enemy.

"An i Elbereth! For the Light!" Faenor calls, and the Elves echo it as they hold seemingly endless hordes at bay. For every Elf that falls, a hundred Orcs do, but it still is too much.