Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151129025711/@comment-26444332-20151202041142

With a hiss between clenched teeth from the pain Faenor manifests his armor, bending the world around him to summon the armor from the rack on which it rested in Lóriën. Thus garbed he cuts down two more Orcs, seeing many moving behind him into the trees, towards the encampment. Faenor takes his horn(yes, he has an Elven-horn) and blows three quick calls on it, sounding the call of Lóriën and Rivendell into the air.

They can't possibly have missed that, thought Faenor as he continues to fight off the dozens of Yrch coming.