Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26210095-20151111125728/@comment-25344655-20151111203413

Glorin looks at Faenors wounded body ( I refuse you to die.) and rallies his dwarves, and charges into the remaining umbarian and haradrim ranks, the dwarven fury is unmatched, especially when they have a longing of revenge or hopefulness, they tear through. Slashing and hacking, Ram cavalry smash into exposed flanks, and ballistae impale many. Glorin takes the banner of Faenor and leads it into battle with it held high.

"Rally to me! To me! Elves, men, and dwarves! Banish these servents of Sauron! Toss them to the ground!"

Galadhrim, High elves, Wood Elves, dnedain, gondorians, rohirrim, broadbeams, firebears, durins folk, an Ered nimrais charge, letting out screams that put chills into even the toughest umbarians, no matter how many volleys they unleashed, they keep charching. As soon as they are about to clash, there was an explosion, barad dur was collapsing. It was clear,

Glosur kneeled on the platform over mt doom, his body numb from the ash, as the ring sunk into the lava, and the last he remembers was an explosion and his body being tossed into the soot and ash of mordor, and mt doom exploded....