Board Thread:Middle Earth Rp Board/@comment-26044791-20150728230038/@comment-26044791-20150808061708





Before we start I ask that you could read through the whole thing, I know it's long but I put a lot of work into this and would like it to be noticed and considered. (Feel free to criticise me on its length though)

Context: The battle takes place at the coast of Anfalas near a large port and an abandoned coastal town. Every army in Middle Earth that can still fight is present. The known forces of Melkor include: 200,000 orcs of varying origin, 10 balrogs, 260 dragons, 20,000 Uruk-hai, 2,000 Moredain, almost 300,000 slaves and many more. The Free People of Middle Earth have: 10,000 wood elves, 30 of Beresad's dragons, 50,000 dwarves of different cultures, 15,000 men of Gondor, 12,000 Rohirrim, 2,000 Near Haradrim, 1,500 well trained rangers and a host of heroes.

Thrain sat in his tent, wearing full battle dress. He could see the enemy marching forward and they were far larger than he had ever anticipated. "Sir, your armies await." Said a voice from behind him, he turned to see his new advisor and second in command, Gimli son of Gloin. Thrain nodded, the lump in his throat cutting off any verbal reply. As he marched out he looked upon his army, 50,000 stout and hardy dwarves. They all wore the armours of their homeland and the emblems of the seven dwarven kingdoms shone on every flag and banner. "My dwarven kin!" Called out Thrain, he was almost surprised at the ferocity in his voice, "today you stand on foreign land beside foreign soldiers. But the reason you fight is in no way foreign at all, you stand here to defend your kind. The family you cherish and the kingdom you hail from." He paused and looked at the crowd of grim faces, "many of you will never return to your homes and I will not try to mask the fact that the odds are against us." Thrain paused, "but we dwarves are none to let the odds define us. For every dwarf that falls here 1000 orcs will fall with him!" Thrain finished his speech and a surge of voices roared their approval. A grin crossed Thrain's face, "Isimun Khayam!"



The two armies stood resolute, facing each other and only 50 paces apart, at the head of one army stood Melkor, behind him Vargost, Saruman and Azog. Facing them were the Free People with Rohaval, Hendor, Thranduil, Thrain, Aragorn III and Aragorn at their head. Thranduil stepped forward, "Morgoth, Son of Eru!" Called out Thranduil, Melkor seemed to snarl at the mention of Eru Iluvatar, "this battle is not needed, remove your troops from our lands and we will have no ill will." Melkor let out a remorseless and calculating chuckle, "Thranduil! King of the Woodland Realm! You hold no power here! This!" He said motioning around him, "This is UNSTOPPABLE!" Thranduil's face darkened, "so be it," he said, "CHAAAARGE!" Cried Thranduil, "CHAAAAAAAAARGE!" Came a thundering reply. The two forces ran at each other and aragorn III was first to hit the orc force, but he hardly had time to swing his sword before almost 30 orcs swarmed around him, he was engulfed and slain in almost a second. The Free People though had no time to dwell on this and smashed into the forces of Morgoth. The dwarves leading the charge managed to make some headway, pushing back the enemy a few steps. Aragorn paused, looking down at the body of aragorn III, he felt a fleeting twinge of remorse, "weak," he muttered as he ran off into the fray.

It took very little time before the free people felt the strain of the hoard surrounding them. It didn't matter how well they fought they were still outnumbered almost 5 to 1. The Free People began to falter when suddenly a hail of dragons flew in! Almost 40 of Morgoth's beasts attacked them and knocked Beresad's dragons out of the sky. Many were crushed against the wooden battlements that the free people had constructed. "Wood Elves! Skyward!" Called Thranduil and at that instant the 10,000 wood elves took the air, they flew in, bows raised and hacked at the dragons all around them. They killed almost 10 before they lost the element of surprise, the dragons fought back and retreated while the great balrogs of Vargost fired gargantuan crossbows. The elves landed only to realise that their army was now 50 metres back from where they used to be. It was then that Hamlock, ran at the enemy with his axes raised. He cut down many before a group of archers caught on, the first arrow struck his side and he roared in pain. The second hit him in the thigh and he fell to the ground. Glosur ran to help shouting, "NO!" But a dragon flew in cutting him off. Two more shots hit Hamlock in the stomach, a single orc walked over with a crossbow primed, he levelled the weapon at Hamlock's heart. As the arrow loosed Glosur cried out in despair. He was distracted for only a second but that was all it took, a wave of flame flew at Glosur, smoldering him all over. But when the smoke cleared there was Glosur, with his dragon scale cape in front of him. He was battered but alive, "it'll take more than that to kill me." He said triumphantly. The dwarf ran in and stabbed the dragon in the nose. The creature howled in agony. Glosur held on, forcing the axe further in. "If I die! You die with me!" It roared, a spray of flame flew from the monster's mouth. Glosur slowly burned, still holding the molten hot axe in his hand. And as he and the dragon died, a small tear fell down Glosur's burning cheek.

Kemik looked upon the battle, sitting atop a small rock, he knew he soon had to pick a side and it wasn't a very hard choice, The Free People were being decimated while Melkor only grew stronger. He walked towards the battle, flanked and shielded by his dead minions. Melkor saw him and almost slammed Kemik over the head with his great mace, "WAIT!" He said quickly, "you might not want to kill your new best friend just yet."

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Melkor, now done with persuading the measly little wizard to be his underling turned and frowned, there in the sky were dragons, the only problem was that some of them were fighting <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">against <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> him, leading them was a small dark dragon, beside him was another dragon, obviously his brother yet the two were still very dissimilar, "no, no, no!" He said, "we can't have infighting!" With that he went to seize control of the leading dragon only to find its mind was blocked. Even to his power it was unreachable, "ah... Beresad." He said, he then turned his attention not to Beresad but to Ashbite. He was easier, still hard but not unreachable. Ashbite's pupils dilated for a second before turning a hellish red. "Beresad!" Morgoth called out, the dragon turned, "are you ready for some fratricide?" Beresad seemed confused for a second before Ashbite slammed full pelt into him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Beresad flailed, trying to push away his brother without hurting him, "Ashbite! Brother! Come to your senses! Snap out of it." Ashbite simply grinned demonically in reply. Beresad was slammed into the ground now, Ashbite ripping at him. Beresad flailed pushing at Ashbite until he came off. Beresad got to his feet and the two faced each other, "die turncoat!" Snarled Ashbite, he leapt at him, only to catch air as Beresad dodged out of the way, "STOP!" He yelled, dodging another lunge. This time when Ashbite ran at him, Beresad was prepared, he dodged and went to slice Ashbite's heel to subdue him. He miscalculated though, slicing Ashbite across the throat. Ashbite fell to the earth, bleeding quickly, a deep cut across the nape of his neck. "Brother, open your eyes!" Whimpered Beresad, but it was too late, before Beresad could do anything, Ashbite had reached the halls of Mandos.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The armies of the Free People were pushed back far further than ever expected, the port that had once been 500 metres behind the free people was now 4 kilometres into Melkor's territory. By now the 2,000 Near Haradrim were down to 300. Their temporary ruler, Anzulibar Unbad, Sultan and Emperor of The Armies of Harad fought in the front lines beside the likes of Rohaval and Aragorn but he didn't seem very happy about it. His second in command, Tchekaval Von Rier was practically praying for Anzulibar's death so he could take control and order the surrender of the Haradrim. Suddenly, Anzulibar was struck down, smashed in the leg by an Olog-hai, it went to hit again but Anzulibar rolled out of the way and stabbed the beast with his saber before burning and sealing the wound with a torch. The creature bellowed and struck wildly, smacking a dragon in the wing and tearing the membrane, Rohaval took this chance to fly up and fire a shot into the Drake's throat, instantly killing it, "Another!" Ordered Rohaval jokingly. Anzulibar was agitated with the cocky and cool headed Rohaval, he didn't have a crushed leg or control a dying force. Anzulibar scuttled away, oblivious to his dying comrades. He reached the safe camps of his people and crawled to Tchekaval, "Emperor!" Cried Tchekaval in fake dismay, Anzulibar turned to him, "Tchekaval, it is time we leave this place."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Asksanth called in dismay, seeing the armies of Harad leave, "Wait, come back! We will forever frame your name in legend if you please return!" He yelled trying desperately to persuade the fleeing army. He didn't see the projectile flying at him though until it was far too late, the bolt of magic struck him in the heel, knocking him off his feet. "Hello, child!" Called a voice, it was none other than the great Saruman the White. "You don't want to kill me!" Said Asksanth, using his most persuasive voice, a small shadow of doubt crossed Saruman's face before it cleared, "Ha! You think your powers of persuasion can control me? Nay! I am a Maia, an ainur of infinite power!" He roared, "You could never kill me." He said. Saruman fired another bolt, it hit him square in the chest, knocking Asksanth into a divot in the ground. Hendor turned, hearing the groans of his brother, he ran to him, not noticing Saruman who fired a bolt. Closely missing Hendor. Hendor turned, firing a quick arrow at the wizard and getting him in the heel, incapacitating him. Hendor ran to Asksanth, "Brother!" Asksanth groaned in reply, "You won't die out here!" Wept Hendor, he desperately clasped his hands over the wound on Asksanth's chest. "Keep. Your. Eyes. On me." Hendor said slowly, trying to get Asksanth's milky white eyes to focus on him. "Hendor," rasped Asksanth. Hendor's red rimmed eyes focused on Asksanth, "it's okay..." Asksanth closed his eyes and embraced the peace of death.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Hendor turned, something snapping inside him, "SARUMAN!" He roared. Hendor ran in, sword above his head, "you will bleed!" The blade swooped down at Saruman's head but was blocked by the sorcerer's staff, "fool!" Spat the wizard, "do not cross a wizard!" He said, Saruman drew a dark silver Morgul blade from its sheath and raised it in challenge. The two blades clashed and the ring of metal on metal pierced the air, but the two were equally matched, parrying each other, again and again and again, blow for blow. Saruman, showing a moment of weakness lunged only to lose balance when Hendor evaded his strike. Hendor swung down his blade but Saruman just stopped it with his own. "You're petty, scrub." Said Hendor, "nay," replied Sauman, "the only petty one is YOU!" With that Saruman fired a bolt of magic into Hendor's stomach then Saruman mercilessly cut off Hendor's arm. Hendor writhed and fell in the pit beside his dead brother. The mill white jewel on Saruman's staff glowed, a ball of light growing, ready to fire. Saruman leaned in close, "good bye, cripple." Said Saruman. The instant before the staff let off it's deadly cargo, a knife appeared in Hendor's hand, "No Saruman, Good bye to you." With that Hendor, quick as wind, stabbed Saruman in the throat. His eyes bulged as blood gushed down his neck, a final groan escaped Saruman's lips as he faded away into dust. Until finally all that remained of Saruman was the small sheen of blood on the knife Hendor had taken from Asksanth's belt. Hendor stared wistfully out over the sea, a sea soon to be stained with blood.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pippin and Merry ran through with a stretcher between them while Samwise stood out in front, hacking his way through the army of orcs, the dwarf on the stretcher was in extreme pain, a poisoned arrow embedded in his leg. "Come on, we're almost there!" Called Samwise over his shoulder, stabbing a goblin as he spoke. A dragon flew overhead, stalking them, "come on! Get to our side before that thing rains down hell on us!" Called Merry, "Just keep running!" They were almost there, now with a company of orcs on their tail, they could see dwarf warriors parting their shields so the hobbits could run through. "Come back Halfling scum!" Called an Uruk-hai, Sam dared not look back and as the dragon overhead opened its mouth to fire they made it through. They raised their dragon scale cloaks, shielding them from the flames and watched for a second as the brave dwarves fought the orcs and dragon now in front of them, they would never see their families again. Weary and drowsy the three carried the stretcher into a tent where the elven nurses worked, their in the corner was Arwen. She had patients on all sides and seemed relieved to see the hobbits, "my brave halflings." She said, as vaguely as ever. They exchanged a few pleasantries before the hobbits dropped off the stretcher and exited the tent, it seemed scary to think about what'd happen if the orcs pushed them back to the nurse's tent. "Well that was horrid," said a surprisingly chirpy Pippin, as he pulled a pipe from his bag, "wait a moment," he said stopping his hand and staring out to sea, "what's that?" He asked, in the distance was a cluster of black shapes, as they came closer they grew clearer, they were ships, they each had a single sail and were gold like the sunlight streaming behind them. There were small ant sized shapes on the deck and as they grew closer rowing boats pulled off from the ships. Sam has seen this ships before, the day Frodo left for Valinor. Samwise stood up ecstatically, "The Elves! The elves have returned!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The hobbits danced and cheered calling to everyone, "The elves! The elves have come from Valinor!" An aerial team swooped in to recapture the port, slaying the orc guards. "Make way for the ships!" Called the elf captain. Now you could see the individual figures on the deck. Glorfindel, Galadriel, Gandalf and the elderly Bilbo. The ship touched the dock and an army of elves marched off, "Glorfindel!" Called Thranduil. The elves stood beside each other, "ready?" Asked Glorfindel, "aye" replies Thranduil, drawing his scimitar and the elves ran into the fray.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Samwise, flew over to the ships looked for Frodo, "Where are you Frodo?" He called, Merry landed behind him, closely followed by Pippin. "Where's Frodo?" Asked Merry, worried. "Master Frodo?" Called Sam. They climbed up to the ship's deck, there they saw a considerably gnarled Galadriel, "Lady Galadriel!" Called Pippin, Galadriel nodded in reply, "d'you know where Frodo is?" He asked, "oh, the hobbit," she said, "he-" she was cut off by a figure behind the hobbits, "has never been happy to see you!" Sam turned around and there was a beaming Frodo, "Frodo!" Said Sam, throwing his hands around The other hobbit, "I missed you so much, I hate to see you in these horrible circumstances." He said, "well nothing we can do but help out," said Frodo, "shall we get moving?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Free People, even without the Haradrim were starting to push forward. Now that they'd retaken the docks they were able to secure a small portion of land and air. Holding their own against the orc horde and dragon bastion. A pair of dragons named Kavriel and Gorgothor decided to launch an assault, going to take over the town, currently under Rohirrim control. They were about to land, spewing fire on the roof tops when suddenly, "WHOOM!" A speeding gold shape slammed into the pair, unleashing an endless cascade of scratches. The beast, Namo seemed unstoppable with the elf Animart on his back firing arrows at the dragons. Rohaval who'd been in pursuit of the dragons stopped and stared, "great day for a war isn't it?" Called Animart. Rohaval, too stunned to reply just nodded and silently looked on in awe.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Frodo and the hobbits were fighting beside the elves, pushing back the orcs trying to take back the docks. "So Frodo," Said Samwise, "how did you and the elves know to come back from Valinor to help us?" He said, "Well for one, we never made it to Valinor, we came close though. We had Eru Iluvatar, the great lord of Arda himself. Come and tell us of Morgroth, of the evil going to destroy Arda and how we had to turn back and help, his foresight was very lucky and gave us the time to travel here and save you, " replied Frodo. Pippin opened his mouth to speak when suddenly a great dark dragon smashed to the ground in front of them, "Hello Halflings..." It hissed, "I am Gazazal, destroyer of Lothlorien and soon to be the Lord of Mirkwood. Burn in the flames of purification!" The dragon rose up and a wall of black flame burst from the dragon's mouth. Frodo leaped out of the way and Pippin in a small dragon skin chestplate, ran in sword raised. Gazazal knocked him out of the way with his tail, stomping forward towards Frodo, Sam and Merry. Frodo drew Sting and crouched, "burn Halfling!" As the two were only 10 paces apart Frodo leaped in the air, he was no level without the bottom of the dragon's shin, he stabbed the dragon, latching on to it and drawing a knife, he began to climb up the dragon's leg. Gazazal shook his leg desperately but to no avail. Frodo reached its underbelly and stabbed it, climbing to the very middle where the dragon couldn't reach him. Gazazal took flight, hovering on the air and swiping at his stomach. Frodo ran rampant, stabbing and clawing, prying off scales then stabbing the beasts in its weak spots. It screamed and bellowed. Frodo finally pulled off a scale above the dragon's heart and plunged in his blade. The beast fell lifelessly to the ground and Frodo jumped off, in free fall without any Wings of Aule <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">He fell and fell, now terrified. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable before, "SHOOM!" Namo plucked Frodo from the sky sticking him between his claws, Animart turned to him "You're not ditching us yet Halfling!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">All seemed good until suddenly a great booming filled the plains. From the East came an army, almost 90 mumakil with one hundred Uruk-hai on each. War drums reverberated through the fields and a roar erupted from the force of Melkor. The mumakil began to charge and Melkor's forces split down the middle. A few brave rangers fired arrows at the beasts but the mumakil hardly noticed. They ploughed through the Free People and smashed into a wooden watch tower, some branched off to the town and went to capture it, other stopped and unloaded their Uruk reinforcements. Rohaval, forever quick to act flew in, landing atop a cart on a mumakil's back and set fire to it, the mumakil reared up and threw off the Uruk-hai inside, running rampant. It was finally subdued but it caused much unprecedented damage.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">It was then that it seemed fate decided to rub salt in the wound. For then in the distance appeared a man garbed in brown, leading behind him the remnants of the ents. It was Radagast the Wizard. "Radagast!" Called Gandalf, "it has been to long!" Radagast seemed not to notice him, so focused on leading his army, "ents!" He said, "shall we deal with these creatures of the South?" The ents ran forward and began smashing the mumakil's legs. Trying to push them off balance. The first few mumakil crashed to the ground but it was a short lived success. The uruk-hai began streaming out and hacking away at the their rivals, the ents. "Ents! Come to me!" Called Radagast and the Ents huddled near him. He created a great shield around him, stopping any foes getting in. Suddenly, with a jerk of his staff the edge of the shield rippled with a magic flame, mumakil charged at the shield only to burst into flames. As more foes tried to breach the wall, Radagast wearied. He strained and fell into agony as he tried to hold it, more mumakil crashed into the barrier and Radagast fell to his knees, "I. Will. Not. FALL!" He roared. Almost all the mumakil now lay in a mountain of ashes and Radagast knew his job was done, "Thank you my ents... Live, prosper..." Radagast collapsed and dissipated into the wind.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gimli, fighting beside Thrain could see a dragon lord. Varathor, Terror of The Red Mountains. "General Thrain!" He called out, "Yes, Gimli?" Thrain replied, "over there, 'tis Varathor." Gimli said, "well then. You better go get 'em," Gimli grinned and pulled his other axe from its sheath, "time for a spot of fun..." Varathor commanded his dragons, throwing them like arrows at the rangers in front of him. He didn't notice however, the dwarven warrior now charging towards him until it was too late. He was thrown to the ground and smashed in the gut with the hilt of an axe. His attacker's surprise was lost however and it was now an even fight. Varathor clambered to his feet and the two exchanged blows. Gimli went for jab but Varathor parried, throwing in a lunge with his short sword, "now you're a little bugger ain't you." Said Gimli, Varathor's only reply was a hardy stare. The two both went for a hard swipe, Varathor managed to jump out of the way and then, in Gimli's loss of momentum, cut him across the ribs. "Argh!" Bellowed Gimli, before he gained more composure, "you see the thing about dwarves is that we're all little buggers. You can't just get rid of a dwarf," as he said this he twirled his axe, going to slice Varathor's throat, but to no avail. "You see, we're hardy folk, we stake our claim and damn well stick to it!" He said, this time Varathor dodged to the left, slashing Gimli's side, "Fool, I am more than a dwarf. I am a lord, a DRAGON lord!" Said Varathor, kicking the back of Gimli's knee, making him fall to the ground, "well," said Gimli, "if you ain't a dwarf then I should have trouble doing this," Gimli vaulted into the air, pushing down on Varathor's shoulders to give him more height. He jumped <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">over <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Varathor then from behind raised his axe. The blade swooped through the air and Varathor's head fell to the muddy ground. Gimli snorted, "Scrub."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Grima, commanding a small group of three balrogs sat atop Kelebrir, his dragon. Their job was to help the Uruk-hai and remaining mumakil conquer the village, the small Gondorian guard their was hopelessly outmatched. The uruk-hai ripped them to shreds. "Keep spreading out!" Called Grima, "conquer every house!" All was going well until out of nowhere two sparkling blue arrows flew through the air. They embedded themselves in two balrog's heads and a moment later, exploded in a huge fireball. Both balrogs crashed to the ground, dead in moments. "The wizards..." Breathed Grima, "everyone, converge on where those arrows came from!" All the uruks, balrogs and mumakil converged on the one spot. Standing there, side by side were the blue wizards, Pallando and Alatar. They let off a volley of arrows each, exploding in great balls of flame, "Hello Grima!" Called a chirpy Alatar. Grima did not seem to mirror Alatar's mood. "Slay them!" He called. The third balrog ran in only to get hit by two arrows, one in each knee. He fell to the ground and smashed into a hut, Pallando and Alatar only just got out of the way. It wasn't long though before the enemy was to close for them to shoot at. They both drew scimitars and began slicing away. Though they were skilled there were too many foes. Pallando began to struggle, giving up ground and getting the occasional cut from an uruk-hai. Grima stood at the back, ordering his army, "keep pushing them back!" He would roar. Alatar faltered for just a second when suddenly, " <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">slikt," <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">an uruk blade <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">ran through his chest, Alatar collapsed to the ground, "NO!" Wailed Pallando, running over while holding off the horde. Pallando lay over his friend and knew he was in Namo's realm now. He looked up, "you!" He spat out the word, directing his contempt at Grima, "you will pay!" He ran forward, raising his bow and firing an arrow at Grima's stomach, it hit home and Grima bent over and bellowed in pain. Pallando kept rushing forward and suddenly with a burst of magic flew into the air in a massive jump, "this is your end Grima!" Roared Pallando, when he was level with the crater in Grima's chest he raised his staff and fired a blot of magic into Grima's insides. The result was spectacular and Grima exploded in a ball of flame, engulfing everything around him, Pallando managed to survive by casting a shield around himself. When the flames cleared, the village and the body of Alatar were no more.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Rohaval fought through a group of dragons, three dragons flew at him, assaulting him with bursts of flame, still Rohaval stayed calm, lodging an arrow into one dragon's throat, "keep coming! Please, you're great target practise!" He jibed, suddenly from nowhere Namo flew in with Animart on his back, they slammed into one dragon and smashed it into its friend, Namo then began to ram them into the ground into both sets of eyes went dark, "to slow, Rohaval!" Called Animart, "yes well I'll get the next ones!" He replied, the smile melted from his face though when he looked out to sea. Along the coast was an armada of ships. At first glance they looked like the ships of Valinor but on closer inspection they were extremely different, they had steel armoured hulls and blood red sails, a flag flew from the ships' crow's nest, the flag of Gundabad. "Azog's fleet..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The ships barrelled forward and slammed into the side of the Valinor Ships. Many of the elven boats split in half, throwing their passengers into the sea. The orcs fired volley after volley of arrows onto the decks of the opposing ship until nothing had survived. Orcs landed at the docks and vaulted off their boats, spraying death all around with hundreds of arrows and spears. Frodo saw the onslaught and was mortified, Bilbo had been on board one of those ships! He ran for the ships when suddenly a far too familiar spider appeared cutting him off. There, in the flesh stood the spider, Shelob.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Arwen stood in the nurse's tent, tending to a man with two great cuts from a dragon. He was in a stable condition, just in a lot of pain. Suddenly, the tent flaps parted and in walked aragorn, the previous husband of Arwen. "aragorn!" She called, he turned and suddenly winced, across his ankle was a huge bite mark and the bones in his legs seemed to be shattered. He must've been in extreme pain, walking all the way from the front line to the hospital. "I-I thought you'd died. You were killed by dragons, I SAW YOU DIE!" Arwen said, tears streaming from her eyes. "I'm not who you once loved, Arwen." Said aragorn, assertively, "how did you live?" Questioned Arwen. aragorn snapped then, "I DIDN'T!" He roared, "don't you get it? I was killed, the only reason I'm here is because Melkor brought me back as some heartless slave!" Arwen was taken back, "I'm done." Muttered aragorn as he pushed open the flaps of the tent, leaving behind Arwen.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Frodo walked backwards quickly before turning and sprinting away. Sam, Merry and Pippin ran to help Frodo, but only Sam made it. Suddenly a great dragon landed in between the two groups, Frodo and Sam were on one side and Merry and Pippin were on the other. The dragon engaged Merry and Pippin, firing blue fire in their direction. Frodo and Sam turned, looking for another escape route but Shelob was already moving in on her prey, "well, this seems familiar." Said Sam, pulling his sword from its sheath, Frodo did the same. Suddenly Shelob pounced and dived at them, Frodo ducked while Sam threw himself out of the way. The dragon who was now trying to slash at Pippin with its claws suddenly was rammed in the back by Shelob, its blood was drained by the impulsive spider's fangs and it fell to the ground, dead. Merry and Pippin were stunned, "run!" Called Frodo and the two hobbits didn't refuse. Sam and Frodo, now alone stood and faced Shelob. "Come on!" Called Frodo, Shelob barrelled towards them and Frodo leaped into the air, bringing down his blade and stabbing Shelob in the abdomen. The spider flailed and threw Frodo off. Sam ran in but tripped, Shelob raced her two front claws and brought them down, stabbing Frodo in the chest. The air flew from Frodo's lungs. Shelob stabbed again and again and again until Frodo, the great ring bearer was no more.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sam was shocked and only a small sob escaped his mouth. Tears gathered in his eyes but Sam looked up and wiped away them away, "Shelob!" He called, "I never killed you in the end did I? Well I guess it's time to finish the job." He walked towards the spider and picked up Sting on the way. He stood only ten paces away from the beast, both swords raised in a cross, "yah!" He called, slashing at Shelob's legs. One sword missed and made Sam stumble forward but the other sword reached its mark. The blade stuck into the front of Shelob's leg and stayed their, Shelob scowled and threw her leg in the air, dislodging the sword. Now Sam stood only with Sting, it glowed an astral blue which seemed to be infinitely reflected in Shelob's many eyes. Sam was about to say something but Shelob lunged, throwing herself on top of Sam. He tried desperately to get out from under the great weight but couldn't. Shelob crushed the air from him and Sam's vision began to darken. Everything seemed to go black when suddenly, " <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">snikt!" <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sting went through Shelob's underbelly but not through the hardened shell, instead inside the wound Sam had made many years ago. The blade poked through Shelob's back and slowly her eyes darkened. Shelob was dead.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Samwise lent over, catching his breath, "well," he rasped in between breaths, "that was very exhilarating," with that he just collapsed, falling a puddle of tears, "I'm sorry, master Frodo!" He sobbed, a great shape landed beside him, "Halfling?" Sam turned to see Beresad, "I too have lost a brother here, only I was the one to strike him down..." He said, "I tried to save him, bring him to his senses but nay. I only killed him." Samwise wiped away his tears, "so you to have faced a loss like my own?" Beresad let out a somber chuckle, "Sam, we've all lost friends today." Beresad paused, looking around, "well, my good friend. May you learn to live with your loss," Beresad took off, flying into the air. Sam sat alone, "If only I could..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gandalf fought beside Thrain, the dwarf holding his own against a small dragon, obviously the runt of the litter, "Dwarf, duck!" Called Gandalf, firing a bolt of white lightning into the dragon's underbelly. The beast toppled to the ground, "thanks!" Called Thrain. Gandalf though, wasn't listening, he cocked his head for he could hear a cantering sound. There, over a hill was none other than Shadowfax, lord of the horses. The horse came up next to him and let out a snort, "Come Shadowfax," Said Gandalf with a smile, "show us the meaning of haste."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Thrain watched as the wizard rode on horseback, cutting down foes. "Hmph, maybe it's time I made my dramatic reveal." He said. Thrain jogged towards Gimli who quickly embedded his axe in an orc's brain as Thrain approached, "sir," he said, "Gimli, I think it's time to take the port." Replied Thrain. A grin crossed Gimli's face. He pulled a dwarven horn from his belt, "you can do the honours." Said Gimli, handing the horn to Thrain. Thrain put the instrument to his lips and blew, "DWARVES! TO THE DOCKS!" A roar followed and a swarm of dwarves ran towards the sea where the docks resided, getting into position as they ran. Thrain sprinted into the lead, waving his sword in the air. "Go! Forward my legion!" He called. The dwarves reached the docks and smashed into the Gundabad sailors, massacring the orcish front line. Dwarves pushed forward, even knocking stray enemies off the side of the docks. Thrain ran to one of the boats and jumped aboard, on his own slaying almost 30 orcs, "Ha Ha!" He roared mockingly as he stabbed the captain in the chest, throwing his body off the side of the boat. A group of dwarves took to the sky and landed on ship after ship. But soon they lost the element of speed and surprise, the orcs started to retake their ships and Thrain was cornered at the bow of the ship. A great Uruk-hai jostled his way to the front, Ugluk. "Hello, puny dwarf!" Said the uruk, drawing a scimitar with glowing red runes on it, "I am Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">, <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">the slayer of Boromir and now a dragon lord. I saw you slaughter my legion and I think it's time I even the blood debt." He put the blade to Thrain's throat and whistled, calling two dragons to his side. "Now it is time for you to fall!" Said Ugluk, Thrain laughed, "yes, maybe it is!" Thrain lept of the side of the boat, getting over his fear of water. The dragons hovered above the spot Thrain had dived in, waiting for him to emerge. Thrain swam further down, trying not to float to the surface, he pulled out his crossbow and began to load it underwater. Finally he loaded in the shaft but his lungs were starting to burn. He began to float up and reached the surface. The two dragons went to rain fire on him. Thrain fired the shot and it landed in one dragon's eye. The beast flailed around, smacking its friend and almost capsizing the ship. Thrain loaded in another shot, this one with a length of elven rope attached and fired it into the mast of the ship. Thrain dropped his crossbow into the ocean and began to climb. The orcs onboard the ships fired arrows and threw axes, trying in vain to hit the dwarf. Thrain now crouched in the crow's nest, waiting for a chance at Ugluk. Eventually that chance came when one of the dragons began a full pelt charge at the crow's nest, right before the dragon collided with the wooden pillar Thrain jumped, stabbing his sword into the sail, slowing his descent. When he touched down on the deck of the ship he charged forward. Many orcs ran at him but he still had surprise on his side. He reached Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">and they clashed blades. Ugluk was almost 3 feet <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">taller than Thrain. "Puny dwarf!" Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">spat out the words like arrows. Suddenly Thrain went for a jab with his short sword, denting Ugluk's <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">steel chest piece, the uruk was pushed back and Thrain went for a second hit and landed it right in Ugluk's <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">calf. Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">fell to one knee but when Thrain went for a killing blow, Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">parried, throwing Thrain's sword from his hand, "Dragons!" Ugluk <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">roared. A host of dragons flew down and surrounded Thrain. Now unarmed, Thrain grabbed Ugluk's <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">huge scimitar and swung it at one beast. The dragon hopped quickly out of the way and Thrain did the only thing he could, quickly he brought down the scimitar and cut off Ugluk’s <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">head. The dragons seemed stunned for a second before coming to their senses. Thrain ran and slid between one dragon's legs. He kept running as they all turned he jumped off the deck of the ship! He landed next to Gimli and 40 other dwarves, armed with a trebuchet. The siege engine fired and the ship with all its evil aboard sank into the sea.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Samwise had seen the battle at the port but hadn't gone to help. Instead he'd stayed alone, away from the battle. The death of Frodo had made him feel so much sadder than he thought possible. "I failed him..." Samwise whispered forlornly. He heard wing beats near by and presumed it was Beresad coming to console him. It was only till he looked up did he see the danger he was in. All around him was a ring of dragons, five in total. They were huge and it wasn't until now that he realised how massive their foes were. The leader stood in front, it was a gargantuan beast. Making the other dragons look like prone cattle. "I am Carnix!" It bellowed, "the strongest dragon alive! I alone decimated all of Forochel under Vargost's command!" He didn't finish their, "I am no mere dark dragon, I am the darkest dragon! Greater than Glaurang and stronger than Ancalagon! Fall halfling!" Carnix lunged towards Sam and Samwise only just got out of the way. The other dragons unleashed tongues of fire and boxed Samwise in. He tried to get out but there was no way around the circle of drakes. They began to close in around him and Carnix rose up, about to unleash a final burst of flame when, "WHOOSH!!" Glorfindel, wearing wings of Äule flew at Carnix and stabbed the dragon's torso. It hardly left a mark but Carnix was distracted, "Glorfindel?" Said Samwise, surprised by the elf's arrival, "Sam," Glorfindel replied nonchalantly. Glorfindel drew his sword and began attacking the dragons, giving Sam enough time to exit the ring that would bring most certain death. All was going well it seemed until Carnix slapped Glorfindel with one mighty paw, Glorfindel was swatted away and all the other beasts converged, "Glorfindel!" Sam cried in dismay, "Run!" Came a reply. Glorfindel stood up and faced the beasts, obviously in a lot pain from Carnix's strike, "Run Sam! Run!" He called. With one last fleeting glance at the now consumed Glorfindel Sam left. Running till he couldn't see a dragon in the sky.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Rohaval notched and arrow and fired, killing his twelfth dragon. "As good a shot as ever," he muttered. He'd seen Thrain take the port and could see it was time for him to mobilise, if they attacked now they might have the upper hand. "Rohaval!" Called Animart, Rohaval nodded in reply. "I think it's time we muster the elves, Rohaval." Animart said, "yes, I was thinking the same. Time to take to the skies." Rohaval replied. Animart mounted Namo and Rohaval, Tolthas. Once they were airborne Namo signalled to the elves, he let out a mighty roar and sprayed a tongue of green flame. Suddenly all at once 3,000 wood elves flew up, all wearing wings of Äule and prepared their bows. They flew forward, dodging the dragons all around them. Once they were above Kemik's undead legion the elves dived. Namo sprayed fire on the corpses and many fell to piles of ash. Elves flew all around the orcs and living corpses. Kemik though seemed unflappable, firing bursts of ice white flame at elves, leaving disfigured and shrivelled corpses in his wake. "Do you not see!" He roared, "I'm unstoppable! I can make your own dead troops rise against you!" Said Kemik, reviving a dead elf as an example,  Rohaval snorted, "then I guess we won't let you kill anyone." With that he flew down firing an arrow. Kemik burned the arrow mid flight and sent retaliating fire back at Rohaval, "Foolish elf! I'm invincible, unkillable, unstoppable!" He said, knocking Rohaval off of Tolthas. Rohaval prepared his sword but Kemik melted it into slag as Rohaval held it. "So elf, last words?" Rohaval was deathly pale and seemed terrified and as an orb of flame grew in Kemik's palm. The light seemed about to hit him when, "SHOOM!" Namo flew in and grabbed Rohaval, taking Kemik's flame instead. The great autonomous dragon seemed dazed but made it through the flame alright. "Elves! Time we leave!" Called Animart, Rohaval seemed to mortified to speak up and as Kemik looked around him he saw his army dead, "well, I guess it's conscription time." He raised his arms and the dead elves rose up, creating Kemik's newest horde.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Animart dropped Rohaval off near the nurse's tent, he'd be okay there, "I'll come if you need me," said Animart as he flew off. He and Namo scouted out for a while, looking around for something they could help in and he saw it, "Carnix," Whispered Animart, to many memories came with the sight of that dragon, his village burning, his family burning, everything burning. He'd been there staring at Animart, ready to send him to Valinor, to his death. But no, the dragon had left him here in this hellish realm. A world where he was surrounded with burning. If he was going to do anything today it'd be killing Carnix. The dragon was harrying an aerial group, two stretcher bearers. He wouldn't know what hit him. Namo flew forward and smashed into the dark dragon. Carnix turned and a reptilian grin spread across his face, "hello elf. Remember me?" Namo pounced but Carnix dodged. Carnix then tried to spray fire on the metal dragon but Namo was already out of the way and behind Carnix. Animart fired a steel arrow and hit Carnix in a small gap between his scales, the dragon howled and lashed out around him. Namo took a chance and flew in, ramming Carnix in the spine. The dark dragon seemed slowed now, sluggish from the pair's attacks. Namo went in for another hit when suddenly Carnix flew forward, smashing into Namo at a phenomenal speed; Animart hardly held on. Namo was thrown back and didn't notice the attack coming at him from the ground, a wall of flame suddenly hit the metal dragon, Animart leapt of Namo, just avoiding the fire. He slowed his descent with his Wings of Äule and looked back up. Namo was in shambles, the metal plating covering him was singed black and Carnix was attacking him, flying in circles around the dazed Namo. Animart flew back up but an invisible force gripped him in midair. It was Melkor, he now held Animart with magic and was shooting fire at Namo. The dark lord was ruling the battle field, fighting a dozen gondorians at once while subdueing Namo and Animart. Carnix was destroying Namo, ripping apart the plating all over him. Animart was terrified, "Stop!" He cried, "don't kill him! Don't kill my Namo! He's all I have!" But that only fueled the dark lord's delight. Carnix flew in and threw Namo to the ground. The metal beast slammed down hard and as Namo tried to get up Carnix landed on top of him. Suddenly in a moment Melkor was distracted and lossened his grip on Animart, the elf broke free and fired a dragonsbane tipped arrow at Carnix. The dark dragon, a moment before the arrow made its mark, lunged out of the way. The arrow skimmed past and harmlessly bounced off a chunk of Namo's plating. Animart flew in, lance raised. His lace plunged into Carnix, but he wasn't called the strongest dragon alive for nothing. Carnix flew in, Animart dodged but only left Namo undefended. Carnix lunged, piercing through a small square of plating and reached inside Namo's skeleton, he tore at the mithril framework and crushed the midsection. Namo tried to fight back but the spark was disappearing from his eyes. He looked at Animart pleadingly, lovingly. Animart returned the look, a tear flowing down his face and when Carnix finally exposed Namo's quendite heart he blew a burst of destroying flame. Soon, Namo's eyes finally faded to dark and he fell from the sky.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Kemik had seen the dragon fall from the sky. Carnix flew victoriously, letting out a tongue of celebratory flame. It was time for Kemik to make his move, he'd been so close to killing Rohaval, the elf would easily of died if he had no ally to save him. Well, now he had to kill someone even stronger, but who? He thought for a moment then locked eyes on the white wizard, Gandalf the saviour. He walked forward, his army behind him and went to surround the wizard and his steed. It seemed far too hard though, Shadowfax was too fast and his army to slow. Suddenly though, the wizard signalled to Shadowfax and the Lord of Horses stopped. Gandalf dismounted, "Kemik," he said, "come to kill an Istari? I'm afraid far too many have died already." Kemik snorted in reply, "no, not enough. Not enough at all dear Gandalf." With that Kemik raised his hand and his horde rushed forward, the storm of dead elves rushed on The White Wizard and he fought back. It seemed like the most unreserved feat of magic in almost an age. Gandalf let forward a great beam or burning light, obliterating all in the way. Gandalf seemed hardly strained from the magic but he was still surrounded on all sides by a horde of elves. Eventually Kemik walked forward and aimed his hands forward at an undead elf. Suddenly the elf grew to almost five times its normal size. He did this again and again, forcing Gandalf back, only he was surrounded. Gandalf only stepped back into the rest of the horde. Kemik decided it was time to make his move, he ran at Shadowfax, aiming to obliterate the steed with freezing flame. When suddenly Shadowfax had leapt behind Kemik, he kicked the mage forward, straight towards Gandalf. Gandalf raised his staff and when Kemik was close enough he let out a burst of magic, blowing off the head of Kemik the Necropyre. His army collapsed, dead. "That, mage is why you don't fight me."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Melkor had just seen the mage’s sloppy defeat. Lesson one, don’t try to kill a maia. Still, he had his own tricks. He lazily looked around him and saw a very strange site, very strange. Uruks dressed in bone white armour, “ah, Maranto's forces.” Melkor raised his hand and from behind him flew Carnix, “DESTROY THE TRAITORS!” roared Melkor and Carnix swooped, in one precise movement he ripped apart half the Uruk rebels. Next he burned their corpses and tore apart at the cowering survivors, Manaranto though stood strong, when Carnix dived for him he rolled out of the way, making Carnix slam into a group of Olog-hai. Carnix then flew away, swiping up more White uruks, eventually Manaranto was the only good uruk left. Carnix came in, his muscles rippling with the beat of his wings. When Carnix was close Manaranto raised his blade and sidestepped, making Carnix slice the membrane of his wing against the sword blade. Carnix lost balance and hit the ground hard, the beast snarled and turned, in extreme pain because of Manaranto. The dragon’s stomach began to turn a menacing purple and Carnix sprayed fire all around him. Manaranto ducked into a crevice and watched as the flames flew above him. When he emerged the battlefield was decimated, Dwarf corpses were splayed all around them and the sand was burned to glass. “Orc Traitor!” roared Carnix, “You will not survive this encounter!” Manaranto just smiled grimly and twirled his sword. The dragon charged forward on all four legs and rammed Manaranto. The orc went flying and hit a boulder hard, dropping his sword. He groaned but had no time to recover. Carnix was already charging at Manaranto again. Manaranto was smashed back into the rock, Carnix grabbed him between his teeth and shook the Uruk between his teeth. Manaranto could feel he was falling unconscious but that couldn’t happen, if he passed out he was as good as dead. So he held on to consciousness and looked Carnix in the eyes, “You know what Carnix, maybe I am a traitor.” With that he pulled out a hidden knife and plunged it in Carnix’s eye. He pushed it deeper and deeper but Carnix held on. Manaranto could feel the dragon’s teeth tighten and break through his armour. Finally as Manaranto pushed in his knife the dragon let go and Manaranto fell to the ground. A group of orcs converged and Manaranto slayed them all with his knife. He ran for his sword then stabbed Carnix in the foot. The dragon leapt forward and pushed Manaranto to the ground, “enough orc! This has gone on long enough!” Carnix roared, “aye, it has.” Replied Manaranto, with that he plunged in his blade, through Carnix’s brain. Finally slaying the greatest dragon of Melkor’s legion.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lord Vargost, King of the Balrogs, Terror of the South, Legend of the East, Nightmare of the West and conqueror of the North. That was what his brethren would call him after the storm ended. He'd be the lord of Balrogs, he'd rule from a golden throne in the heart of Utumno. Of course he had to kill these dragons first, they were some of Beresad's mutts, deserters and cravens. With one fell swoop of his great blade one dragon fell, headless. He lunged at the others but they had fled, to afraid to face him. He was the last draconic, that was unfortunate but he would find new riders to join him. They could be his elite regiment, the tip of the spear. Vargost had it all planned, though suddenly a small group arrived. Before him stood: Thrain, Aragorn, Legolas, Thranduil, Merry, Pippin, Gimli and Hendor, though Hendor was different, he only had one arm. "So, two hobbits, a king, a prince, two dwarves and a cripple want to slay me. This is hardly a fair fight." Boasted Vargost. With that he leapt forward and slammed the hilt of his sword into Gimli, the dwarf went flying. Hendor ran in and slashed at Vargost's heel. It did little though and the balrog pushed on. Slicing at the group. Suddenly though, a blue arrow whizzed through the air. It was one of the blue wizards' arrows; though Pallando did not wield it. Instead there was Legolas, his hand now reaching into his quiver for a second arrow. The explosive charge slammed into Vargost's arm and he dropped the great blade. Vargost fell to the ground and Thrain, a short sword in hand, ran at him. He sliced at Vargost's wrists until the balrog knocked him away with two fingers. Thranduil came, scimitar raised and plunged it in Vargost's shoulder blade. Vargost was defeated, it was time for him to die.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Vargost lay in the dirt. Thranduil came and walked up, scimitar ready to stab Vargost. "You are a tyrant, Thranduil." Called Vargost, buying time. Thranduil just shook his head, "I wish I could call you a tyrant but really, you ruled over none." Thranduil raised his weapon, poised above Vargost's throat. "O Thranduil, you are so, so wrong. I rule over all." With that a swarm of dragons flew through the air and knocked The Elven King from his perch. Vargost sluggishly stood, as the group of dragons rained fire on the heroes. Thrain raised his crossbow and hit one dragon in the wing, it fell to the ground and Hendor finished it, cutting open its soft underbelly. The next two dragons fell to the hands of Gimli and Legolas, the two acting in unison as they fought the drakes. Vargost had little time so he scooped up Thranduil, raising him above his head. "Look Legolas as I kill your father with my own two hands." Thranduil squirmed but he couldn't stop Vargost. Legolas raised his bow, was about to fire when- " <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Crunch <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">!" Vargost squashed Thranduil with his hands, a small trickle of blood snaked down his knuckles and puddled on the ground in front of him. The group just stopped and a small sob escaped Pippin. Vargost let out his signature calculating laugh, "Flee weaklings. Next I will slay all of you pups." Gimli turned to Merry and Pippin, "aye tis best you leave. Things won't get better from here." The hobbits left, fleeing through the fray. Gimli turned, suddenly seeing Legolas running forward, a large knife in hand. Just as quickly as he ran forward and dragon clutched him between his talons and threw him to his feet, right in front of Vargost "poor predictable elf..." Vargost picked up his sword and looked down at Legolas. Legolas showed no fear, even when the blade came down and Legolas lived his final moments. The others fled, their hearts heavy with the death of comrade.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">It wasn't long till the deaths of Legolas and Thranduil took hold. The Wood Elves, now leaderless, split ranks. They were surrounded and slain as panic took hold of them. Others tried to help but the Wood Elves had no leader to guide them, Thranduil was their king and Legolas had been their prince and Second in command. Rohaval fought hard from above (he'd retrieved Tolthas) but soon the Wood Elves were too tightly packed for Rohaval to be able to take a clear shot. Soon the Elven force lay dead, their bodies piled upon each other. This left The Free People in shambles, their aerial force was slain and had lost 7,000 men. Finally, the stoic dwarves defending the dock fell back and the hordes of Melkor took control of the docks. The orcish fleet reached land and groups of soldiers, sailors and porters jumped from the ship's side and reached land. A whole new group of reinforcements now fought for Melkor. For the Free People, it now seemed like endgame.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Aragorn stood beside Hendor and Thrain. Hendor was keeping up well, even with one arm. It was a miracle that Hendor was still fighting, he'd had one hell of a day. His brother was dead, he'd lost his arm and thousands of his comrades were dead. Yet he fought on. Still, that wasn't Aragorn's concern. His concern was the 4,000 Uruk-hai his battalion was up against. Aragorn stood at the front, dispatching hordes of his foes and looking like a demon, his armour stained dark crimson. Both sides were faring badly, Melkor had lost almost 150,000 troops while the Free People had lost about 55,000. It was then that Aragorn saw him, Azog the Defiler. He stood atop a dragon's corpse and was spurring on the orcish mass. "Azog!" Called Aragorn, the orc warlord did not notice. "AZOG!" He roared at this time the orc heard, a grin crossed Azog's face and he stepped off his perch, slaying a lone dwarf as he did so. Thrain stood beside Aragorn, "time to kill Azog?" He asked, Aragorn nodded in reply. Hendor had gone, called upon by a fellow ranger. Azog came forward and soon Aragorn and Azog were only a few feet apart. No words needed to be exchanged, Thrain, Azog and Aragorn drew their weapons and soon the fight began. Azog clutched his great mace and lunged at Aragorn with it. Thrain fired a crossbow bolt but it ricocheted off Azog's armour harmlessly. Aragorn held Anduril but then picked up a second blade, a mordorian dagger embedded in a Rohhirim's chest. Soon Thrain made a clumsy lunge and Azog hit Thrain over the head with his mace, the dwarf crumpled, lapsing into unconsciousness, Azog sneered, "Puny Gondorian, now it's just you and me."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Vargost was huddled in an alcove, healing. The small group that'd attacked him were strong and thorough and Vargost had paid the price. When he thought he was ready to leave, returning to the fighting he saw him. The white wizard, riding on the lord of horses.There were two other figures, though Vargost couldn't make them out. He lumbered to his feet and pulled out his giant blade. "My, my Mithrandir!" Called Vargost, "Do you truly think you can slay me?" Gandalf, now in earshot replied, "I've slain a balrog before, it shouldn't be hard to kill another!" Vargost laughed, "we'll see about that, pup. You died last time" Vargost rose up and saw Gandalf's companions. It seemed the two figures were the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. He would slay them easily. The hobbits ran at him, seemingly weighed down by something. As Vargost went for a low strike, hoping to trip them. The two hobbits lept into the air and flew, it seemed their wings were what weighed them down. They flew above Vargost and from their wings of Äule came two strong silver chains. "Mithril chain..." Muttered Vargost. The hobbits both landed, now with their chains across Vargost's shoulders in an X shape. Vargost tried to stop them before, "WHUMP!" Gandalf, with a burst of magic stuck the chains far into the ground, trapping Vargost and pushing him to his knees. The hobbits smugly stepped back, terrified but still admiring of their work, "Well, Pippin. Looks like we caught a balrog!" Said Merry, grinning. Gandalf stepped forward, his staff raised. "Vargost! You have massacred thousands, torn millions from their homelands and aided in the rise of Melkor. You threaten our way of life and for that, I will send you deep into the void, so far even the great Lord Mandos shall not find you!" With that Gandalf raised his staff and tendrils of great blinding light reached from it, Vargost whimpered in fear as the light surrounded him and in a single radiating flash of light, Vargost was destroyed leaving behind only his final screams.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Azog and Aragorn faced each other, eyes locked. Aragorn charged suddenly, taking Azog by surprise. He plunged in the mordorian dagger, letting it break through Azog’s Plate and chainmail. Azog stumbled back and Aragorn went in for a second attack, he raised Anduril and stabbed it into the side of Azog’s stomach. Azog though, didn’t flinch, instead he grabbed Aragorn’s head and smashed it against Andruil’s pommel. Aragorn stumbled back and Azog lept forward, pulling out a jagged knife. He plunged it into Aragorn’s ribcage, pulling it out and stabbing him twice more. Next, he twisted the blade, its spines tearing through him. Blood spilt from Aragorn’s mouth and he collapsed to the ground, light left his eyes and he looked pleadingly to the sky. Azog raised his dark mace, ready to bring it down and end the great tale of Aragorn, the lord of Gondor. as the mace came down a crossbow bolt flew through the air and hit Azog in the arm, making the mace miss Aragorn by an inch. Azog turned to see the crossbowman, it was Thrain, barely conscious and propped up against a rock, with a crossbow in hand, “that was a lucky shot…” He murmured. In Azog’s moment of distraction Aragorn lunged, grabbing the orc’s head in his hands. “Boo…” Said Aragorn before he pushed hard and shattered azog’s skull.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Free People now had a chance, three of the four great dragon lords were slain and the orcish numbers were few. The remaining Gondorian soldiers banded together and slew the last of the Uruk-hai. The Gundabad were operating like savages without a leader to instruct them. Beresad and his last dragons took this chance to fly in and take the docks. There were only four of them but they fought well, Beresad let of a rain of fire on the orc porters and wrestled a dragon to the ground. The dragon smashed into the docks and Beresad fired a plume of flame down its throat, killing it. The four dragons secured the docks and burnt the orc vessels to charred driftwood. Melkor now only had about 40 dragons and 16,000 troops, many of his slaves had fled during the battle. Though the forces of good were also suffering they had only 15,000 troops left.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Melkor was desperate, he was losing! Somehow his hordes of orcs, dragons, balrogs and Mumakil were being slain before his eyes. But no, this war wasn't over. He'd fought too hard for them to stop The Dragon Storm. A rohirric rider was fighting one of Melkor's elite guard, somehow the rider's horse was still alive, living through this huge kill-fest. Melkor raised Grond above his head and fired a bolt of dark lightning at the rider, smiting him instantly. "Warriors!" Roared Melkor, "We are not yet defeated! Fight! Fight until every last Elf, Man, Dwarf and Wizard is dead before my feet!" He could see Gandalf and Pallando fighting back to back, each with their weapons raised. His orcs fought vigorously but you could see who was winning. Thousands of orcish corpses were everywhere, some piled higher than one of Melkor's dragons. The dwarves who had stood forever at the front of the free people, making the shield wall looking unimaginably grim, their armour stained black and red with the blood of their brothers and enemies. But now those dwarves were pushing on, slaying his final orcs. This was the endgame. Melkor though had one last trump card, he raised his arms above his head and two great plumes of black gas rose from his hands, folding in on itself like a silk scarf. The gas plumed and enveloped almost half of the remaining orcs and dragons under his dominion. It began choking the spawn of evil and killing them. Melkor though started to grow, becoming mightier. Two scaled legs grew from the old stumps and he seemed to become far more fearsome. When his metamorphosis was over he had become a mighty dragon, far larger even than Ancalagon the Black. Melkor was a jet black dragon, he had two great scars down the left side of his face and had a dark purple underbelly. "Oh dear," said Melkor, "It seems I just took this a step further, for too long Eru Iluvatar Has squandered your land. He abandoned you when my servant Sauron threatened your world, he chooses favourites, giving man the gift of mortality." Melkor's lips curled into a reptilian grin, "well now, it is time I show you all mortality."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morgoth came hard and fast, quickly slaying almost a hundred dwarves. He went for a second strike but a wall of energy stopped him, there stood Gandalf the White, atop Shadowfax, the lord of horses. "I will not let you do that!" Called Gandalf, the sound barely a whisper in Melkor's ear. "Out of the way, Wizard and I will give you a quick death." Melkor lunged at Gandalf but before he could make contact he was cut off by a stunning beam of light, blindingly bright. The light faded and from it came a man, none other Turin. Turin, hero of the first age, slayer of Glaurung. "YOU!" Roared Melkor in pure rage. "Yes, me." Replied Turin, "I will slay you Morgoth, son of misery, bringer of injustice and I will cast you through the doors of night in one thousand crushed pieces so you will never return." Turin rushed forward and the heroes of Middle Earth followed. The endgame had begun.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The Free people had surrounded the Draconic Melkor, attacking him from all angles but he wasn't dying easily. Beresad and Rohaval led aerial assaults while Aragorn and Turin fought side by side, the heroes of their times. The two of them floated at face level of Melkor, hacking at him. The armies around gave Melkor a wide berth, using ranged weapons or attacking in small groups. Melkor though seemed to unfazed by the thousands of warriors surrounding him, he destroyed armies, using his scorching breath and razor sharp claws. Sometimes he'd beat his wings, sending armies flying backwards, dislodging even the strongest and stoutest of warriors; He was made for war like this. The remaining rangers and Dragonsbane troops were employing an interesting technique, they would fly up and then lodge their knives in Melkor's scales, climbing up or sliding down the dragon, leaving deep and painful marks. Suddenly, a bright light was set off, illuminating the night. It was Pallando firing an explosive arrow. This stunned Melkor's light sensitive eyes, making him step back. Pallando continued this, driving Melkor towards the beach. When Melkor's back foot was in the water one of Azog's ships came in at an overwhelming speed and crashed into Melkor. The crew, a small group of rohirrim, flew off with their wing of Äule. Melkor bellowed in pain and anguish from the strike, in response he pivoted in a circle, letting off a circle of burning flame. "ENOUGH! This ends now! EDACNIK!" Melkor said. At his command an elf appeared, coming out of thin air, "this is Edacnik, my spy, my elite, my... Rogue." Purred Melkor, "I sent him in a while ago, to spy on you. You'd remember that Beresad, wouldn't you?" Beresad seemed disgruntled by that. "Now, Edacnik time to slay the last two wizards." Edacnik came forward, letting out only a whisper, "with pleasure."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Edacnik seemed to fly through the air, throwing himself at Gandalf and Pallando when he landed he grabbed two swords from their sheaths. Edacnik fought like a whirlwind, always keeping both Pallando and Gandalf occupied. Melkor rained terror from the skies, spewing forth a wall of flame. The able bodied scrabbled around, wrenching Wings of Äule off their fallen comrades. Pallando was distracted for a second when a charred corpse flew through the air and slammed to the ground, Edacnik took the opportunity, lunging forward and almost stabbed Pallando but Turin just stopped him. "Ah, the hero of our tales..." Whispered Edacnik, "Won't Melkor love having your head on a spike." The two fought, equally matched and equally deadly. Edacnik was far faster but Turin was more precise. Edacnik seemed though to slice through the air with his two blades, butchering anything in arm's reach. Turin fought equally as hard, his mighty blade always making the perfect block. It seemed like they could stay endlessly fighting for days until Pallando entered, he loosed an arrow and caught Edacnik in the heel, he fell to the ground, seething. Turin stood above Edacnik, " I have one question before I kill you, why? Why join Melkor? Why do all this?" Asked Turin, Edacnik spat out a reply at him, "do you think I want to do this?! Do you think I had a say in this?! I never wanted to be me! I don't want to be mighty Morgoth's lapdog! He made me like this, I went through more pain than ever imaginable!" A second before Turin brought down his blade, Edacnik threw his sword and caught Pallando dead in the chest. The blue wizard fell, clutching at the sword in his stomach and when he died he dissipated into a cloud of blue mist carried off into the mist, "NO!" Cried Turin, Edacnik stood up and bolted off, still with the arrow in his heel. Turin ran after him but was too slow, an orc stood in his way, it was one of the last orcs left. The measly runt had gone through too much, its left eye was missing, it had great gashes cutting through its armour and it hobbled, its back pincushioned with arrows. Turin sweeped past it, mercifully and went after Edacnik, who had stolen a pair of wings. "Turin!" Called Hendor, "it's no use, if you want to kill Edacnik we need to take down Melkor, we need to slay the dragon." Turin nodded, "aye, it's time we end this!"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The heroes stood side by side in a single stoic line. There stood Turin, Gimli, Beresad, Rohaval, Aragorn, Samwise Gamgee, Hendor, Gandalf, Thrain, Merry, Pippin and Manaranto, grim and accepting, ready for the worst to strike. Animart couldn't help them, he was still distraught over the loss of Namo. Samwise was still chewed up but wouldn't let the others fight without him. The battle had gone on too long, too many lives had been lost and the damage done would be irreplaceable. But it was time to end the battle, time to end Melkor. "Should we say something to the troops?" Asked Rohaval, "Nay," Turin replied, "there's nothing left to say." So with that Turin stepped forward and raised his sword, Gurthang, "CHARGE!!!!!" He roared, the dozen heroes ran forward, continuing Turin's call to arms. They fanned out; Gandalf, Hendor, Samwise and Gimli took the left while Aragorn, Merry, Pippin and Manaranto to the right. Beresad, Rohaval and Thrain took to the skies, going for Melkor’s face. Turin though took a different approach though, while the other 11 distracted Melkor, he picked up a javelin and threw towards Melkor, it wasn’t until it was too late. It wedged itself into Melkor’s armpit and toppled the dragon to the ground, The dozen heroes hit him at all fronts now, “YOU CAN’T SLAY ME! I’M A GOD!” Roared Melkor, Aragorn let out a heartless chuckle, “Oh, you’re no god. I’ve been in your head, remember? I saw your fear of Eru, your fear of the void, your fear of death, the terror at the thought you might fail. I saw it ALL!” Melkor’s pupils contracted in realisation, he tried to scrabble up but Aragorn and Turin where stepping forward, he tried to spew flame but Gandalf cast a ward, Turin drew Gurthang and Aragorn drew Anduril. “You can’t do this! I will return!” Thrain shook his head, “no, you’re not coming back from this.” At the same time Turin and Aragorn plunged their swords into Melkor’s eyes, Melkor reared up and while he did, Turin flew forward and plunged Gurthang into Melkor’s heart. The dark lord’s body began to shrink back down, until he lay on the ground with Gurthang plunged into his heart, his last words were a simple groan. A gust of wind blew through and the Melkor was swept away the ashes of Melkor. As he disappeared from sight a single crack of lightning lit up the sky. Melkor was no more.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Though the free people had won their was no feasts. At the start of the battle the free people had 10,000 wood elves, 30 of Beresad's dragons, 50,000 dwarves of different cultures, 15,000 men of Gondor, 12,000 Rohirrim, 2,000 Near Haradrim and 1,500 well trained rangers. Now they had no wood elves, 3 of Beresad’s dragons, 8,000 dwarves, 2,000 Gondorians, 4,500 Rohirrim and 500 rangers. They had 17% of their original army left. The few remaining orcs though had suffered horribly, there were 100 orcs, 5 dragons, 10 Uruk-hai and 2 Moredain. Their deaths were incalculable. The battlefield was filled with so many corpses that some were in piles higher than any watchtower. Trying to bury the dead would be impossible. They found Animart dead, hung from a noose he made with elven rope. He left only a note, ‘ <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">My friends, I couldn’t go on. The memories were too much and Namo, my Namo, my love. He was all I ever wanted I will be with him now though. I’m sorry Rohaval, I wish I could see you once more. But I’m happy now, I’ll see Namo soon.” <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> Mourning took a severe hold on everyone. Aragorn caved and fell into depression, Arwen tended for him and they seemed to get along once more. Manaranto started a court judging the remaining orcs. Either he’d let them go free, enslave them or they’d be drowned. The dragons left, fleeing to Angband and the Withered Heath. Edacnik was found, barely alive in a pile of bodies. He was supposed to be executed but was spared, finally free from the curse of Melkor. He pledged himself to Gandalf and the safety of Middle Earth, finally receiving redemption.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">As for the remaining heroes of The Dragon Storm, all their fates were quite different. Rohaval became a great leader of all the elves, they banded together, at the start recreating the ships of Valinor until a vote was passed that meant the elves would stay in Middle Earth, returning the magic to the land. Thrain united the Seven Kingdoms into a mighty empire that he ruled with kindness and compassion, he rebuilt the mighty Iron Hills greater than ever and led the dwarves to a new age of wealth. Turin returned to Valinor, but not alone. The Wizard, Gandalf came with him and granted the powers of a Vala, he was to be the protector of Middle Earth, with the powers bestowed upon him, Gandalf erected a mighty hall in the centre of Osgiliath. It was the Chamber of the Storm, it was a hall of commemoration, remembering the losses on both sides and the slaughter that took place in the final battle of reckoning. Some of those who were given great memorials were: Asksanth, the peacekeeper who lost his life on the field, Legolas the prince of elves who faced his final adventure on the fateful day of the last battle. Thranduil, the lord of the Woodland folk, a brave king who may have been zealous and cold hearted but always cared for the safety of his people. Glorfindel, who sacrificed himself to save another, Hamlock who died before he could see his great sacrifice and Frodo Baggins, the great bearer of the One Ring, a hobbit who went through an adventure his whole race had never experienced, an innocent dragged into a battle far larger than anything he’d ever experienced. Perhaps that was the hardest loss, the loss of poor innocent Frodo. In the hall though Gandalf created a special sanctum to the dead wizards of the Storm, Radagast, Pallando, Alatar and even Saruman. Hendor though held a special funeral for his brother, leaving Asksanth’s ashes to the air, throwing them from the tip of the Lonely mountain. After Aragorn and Arwen had bonded once again Arwen asked if they could love each other once again, but it was too much. Aragorn declined, he wasn’t a person who could truly love anymore. Instead he travelled the world beside Manaranto who was a different Uruk after the loss of his comrades. They found Anzulibar one day, alone and starving, the sultan got what he deserved, a blade in the throat. Edacnik was never truly respected, after what he’d done, but he travelled to the Shire and helped rebuild it, he became a kind of champion of the Hobbits and became their gatekeeper, forever protecting the inhabitants of the Shire. Gimli held a special funeral for Legolas, spending his fortune on the greatest feast he could create, anything for his great companion. He settled for a while with the dwarves but eventually became a wanderer, making peace between the elves and dwarves. Arwen took a long time to get over the loss of Aragorn, but eventually did, marrying Hendor. Merry and Pippin returned to the Shire and helped rebuild it after its sacking by Azog. Beresad gave up Harad, returning it to the Haradrim and Half trolls, except for a small section of which he left to his fellow dragons. Samwise held a private memorial as well for Frodo, then eventually returned to the Shire. He was offered a position as mayor of Hobbiton but turned it down, eventually leaving and living a quite life in Eriador with Beresad. The scar of The Dragon Storm lasted many ages, clear in the mind of many generations but it, like all things faded away. From history to legend to a story and finally, to nothing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Thank you all for reading and roleplaying beside me, this was a great experience and I am so immensely sorry for this battle taking so long, I wish I could change it and of got this done quicker but we all have disappointments. I'm sorry to those who will never even read the end to their character's tale. I just hope that this was an enjoyable experience. Please tell me if I should do a new project, I've got an idea in mind but if you don't want to see something new I'm fine with that. Just once more thank you so much, this couldn't of happened without you. Now, though I'm sorry to say it, The Storm is over.

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