Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170505112915/@comment-26295802-20170704014555

Herendil, how at a tent towards the rear of the lines, has his head in his hands. Trever stands loyally at his sides.

"It's all my fault, Trever... I should have never listened to Pane... this Rebellion shall fail, and it is all my fault..."

Suddenly, the messanger bursts into the tent.

"Sir, sir! I bring word from the Lord of Ithilien! He suggests that you retreat east with all the force you can, to rally at Cair Andros!"

Herendil sighs. "How can I trust him? Pane was my trusted friend, and he betrayed me. He probably just wants me to pull out because he knows I'm close to victory... I've already taken the wall. I just need to push... just push a little further, and victory shall be mine!"