Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20151113004759/@comment-26535281-20151122222203

Auraestus wrote: As the dwarves were marching they suddenly came across a host of Noldorian elves, their leader stood tall and proud, clearly too prideful for his own good.

"Get out of our way, little runts. We don't want to crush you too!"

The dwarves were outraged by this. Glorin stood up,

"Don't call us runts, elfling. Why do you come here."

The elf huffed,

"Get out of here you bearded rabble, ere our arrows fly!"

Glorin remained calm.

"We are marching your way to our kin, we need you to please move."

"damn you, you little bastards!"

the elf drew a bow and shot into Glorins chest, wounding him greatly.

soon the dwarves hand shot a volley at the elves and had chased them away back to Lindon, but there was one thing for sure:

Noldor had declared war on Glosur, and his son was gravely wounded...

word soon spreads.

Salveks awiat glosur's orders.