Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160127181644/@comment-26444332-20160220204429

Faenor strides forth, shining mithril cuirass, greaves, and bracers a sign of the ancient Sinda. With a sound like heaven's choirs, he draws Ringil from her scabbard.

"For the Light!" he cries, and his call is echoed by the Elves, who begin to fight harder for it. Thousands of Orcs are dropping like flies every second, though each one is dearly bought. Several hundred elves lie dead upon the field already. Faenor sweeps his hand in front of him, white fire separating the Orcs from the Elves. A lull comes into the battle.

"I told you. Any and all who enter this realm to desecrate her will never return out alive." his voice, magically enhanced, echoes. Many orcs now have nervous looks on their faces(For some are alive who yet know the power Faenor can wield), and some turn to Sorthog to see his reaction.