Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160107111905/@comment-26044072-20160126214711

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: With a clatter of hooves and the whinny of an elven-horse, Faenor rides forth into the battle on the field, leading a few of his elven archers on horseback. They begin to slice through the enemy ranks, and Faenor himself rides among the Shadow Guard, dealing death-blows left and right. His blade shines like dazzlingly white snow, and in his eyes is a cold fury directed at the Orcs.

"Herio! To victory!" Faenor cries as he lays open a troll's thick neck with Ringil, killing it.

Faenor, Firstborn of Cuiviénen  (Send for an Elven-warden!) Ereindon and Turatamo make their way through the orcs to Faenors side, it was an amiable meeting. The most of the lesser orcs who weren't dead fled the field, many were killed in their desperate flight from the field, even though many orcs fled many more still fought to the death. The Shadow Guard stood thier ground and seemed undeafeatable but the Elven Lords slew them as though they were but rabble.