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The Twilight Alliance's armies reaches Dagorlad. They assemble into battle formation, and wait. Even from ten miles off, they can hear the jeers and cries of the Orcs from Mordor.

Faenor rides up and down the front line, his armor and spirit a pale light shining in the gathering gloom.

"A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn, an uben tanatha le faelas!" he cries out, as lightning flashes to reveal the limitless hosts of Mordor assembling before them.

The Mannish and Dwarvish soldiers of the Twilight Alliance shrink back at the sudden sight, even the mighty Dwarves of the Ered Nimrais. Only the older Elves stand firm, through their training and experience fighting against the armies of the First Age. Faenor gazes on the countless hosts of Mordor with contempt, for he saw the armies of Morgoth in all their terror and did not shrink back then.

He hands his horse off to a lieutenant, taking a place in the front lines with the Eldar of Lindon on one side and the Rangers of the North on the other. With one voice the forces of Mordor cry out in their accursed tongue, and the Black Gate opens to show Sauron's Eye fixed on the Free Peoples. Some flinch away, though Faenor does not. He stares long and hard into the fiery heart of the dark Maia, until it quails. For alone of the Maia left under Morgoth he alone knows fear.

(You may begin playing "The Revelation of the Ringwraiths" or watching the Last Alliance clips of the first few moments of battle)

With fell voices of horror the Nazgûl sweep out of the sky on fell beasts, and all hope of victory is quenched for the Free Peoples. With a jeer and cry the Orcs begin to charge, millions of them coming at the Twilight Alliance's front lines.

"Tangado haid!" Faenor cries, and thousands of Elven archers raise their bows as the first ranks lock shields.

"Leitho i philinn!" comes the call, and twenty thousand shafts speed on their way to intercept and rip apart the Orcish lines. With a roar and a war-cry the two armies meet, the Elves taking the first assault.



Next are the Dwarves of the Ered Nimrais and the Mexlitians, both standing tall(in the case of the Mexlitians) and strong(in the case of the Dwarves) to meet the charge with honor.

Soon it is a general meleé, with a tenuous balance of power. Everywhere Yrch, trolls, wargs, and the Free Peoples fight for the freedom of Middle-earth.

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