Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26044072-20160126191614

(I was gonna wait until Beauhunt arrived but....)

As the defenders are pushed back unto the second level they vaguely hear an Elven horn from the north. Many Orcs, Elves and Men turned to face the sound.

The hosts of Eregion blew their horns as they stepped into view of Pelennor fields and Minas Tirith, their silver and blue banners were glittering in the morning sunlight. At the head of the host was Turatamo and Ereindon clothed in silver armor, the two looked as though they were one of the Valar or Maiar. Their host of 30,000 strong, was like a silver sun glimmering with their weapons shining with a pale fire, their arrival gave hope to the defenders. The host in unison rose their blades and said as the hosts of Elves and Men of Fingon once said unto Turgon's unlooked for arrival at the Battle of the Unnumbered Tears, "Auta i lómë!" "The night is passing!" the army of orcs heard their cry and they were filled with dread. The Elves charged down the hill like a sea of shining metal, the Orcs quickly formed into a pike/shield wall, the host was not dismayed but instead enraged with a sudden burst of fire in their hearts. They fell upon the orcs like water upon stone and destroyed many of them in the initial charge. The Elves slew many and lost few, for their rage filled most of the Orcs with fear save the Shadow Guards which stood their ground. Ereindon and Turatamo together cut a wedge through the black mass of Orcs and none would withstand them, for each was filled with an unqunechable wrath, their bladesand armor were stained black with the blood of their foes.