Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26184570-20150907151941/@comment-26184570-20150914140859

"Take to the skies, my minions! Do my bidding through flying craft!" At that moment, many of the orcs (the army is still growing) mounted orc'ish fighters and shot off to terrorize the Dwarven army.

As everything seems hopeless, a crazy thing happens. Coming out of hyperspace towards the battle, there us a HUGE fleet of Ships from the Galactic Republic, and leading them, an equally huge fleet of flying Noldor, Sindarin and Vanyar boats. At there head, Vingilot. On it, Earendil, Arahaelon and a third person. He was wearing Mandalorian body armor, and he had a black Beskad, but, on his head was a dragon helm, and he wore a cloak of old. Could that be-no, how, that was Turin, and he was here to avenge the children of Hurin like the prophecy said! Earendil said, I'll stay up here to combat the ships, but, we are coming in on the dropzone for you two. You ready!? And that moment, Arahaelon and Turin were pushed over, only to fly to safety with jetpacks.