User blog:Auraestus/The fall of a God, Part I

Glosur led his army of five-thousand strong, through the fields of Enedwaith. The War of the Ring had come to a head, and a fellowship left from Lothlorien. However, a large orcish camp had been seen nearby, and the army had been dispached to defeat it.

The army came to a stop at an old campsite, abandoned a while ago. They quickly destroyed and looted it, and turned to head back. Instead, what was seen, was a large army of Orcs from Mordor itself, they had taken a path ffrom the brown lands, around lorien, and through the misties. With them were Enedwaith-men, and dunlendings. They hissed and spit at them. The union army formed a defensive line as the orcish swarms charged, sheer numbers climbing over the shield wall and into the army. Elven archers couldnt shoot without the chance of friendly fire, but Dwarven and Mannish warriors swung valiently, piercing the gambesons and crude chainmail of the Orcs. The plate armor of the Union couldnt be cut, but the orcs found weaknesses. Less than fifteen minutes into the battle and one thousand troops had been slaughtered of the original five  thousand. Glosur himself swung Narclos with the power of...well himself. The Mithril piercing skin at its very touch and the bright silver blade making orcs hiss, knowing its history (Quite like the goblins had with the goblin-cleaver). However, eventually the Union had to force a retreat across the river to southern enedwaith. A safer land, from there they had the advantage and the orcs stayed away. The Union counted their numbers, of the five thousand, their numbers now barely overreached two and a half thousand. But it got worse, 200 men deserted soon after, and amung the ranks a prominent figure was missing.

Glosur was not amung the ranks.