And the end is here....

[Ilmare]

Ilmare heared his shout for attack, raised herself her hand and gave Dorlas the signal. The horns of Enedwaith sounded and echoes of their battle cry waved back from the mountains. The wild men and wolfes mixed under Morseregs host, while the archers got in positions to fire. The footsoldiers formed an orderly line behind the wild men, ready to march in their shadow and slay everything what escaped their berserker mood and the horserider covered the host from both sides. Dorlas looked at Ilmare to give free the first wave, but she didn't lower her hand by now but waited for Gondor to answer to Morseregs cry.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The spiders of Angmar arrived, mixing in with the normal footsoldiers, ready to do battle. 20,000 worth of backup from Arnor was half a day away now.

[Envin]

Aragorn wheeled Roheryn about as Morsereg passed and called to him. He harkened to his voice, but as well gave thought to his men. To his steward and captains he spake thusly:

"I ride beside Lord Dindaedel in search of his daughter. Thou shalt remain here in reserve, and attack only if Murazor issues forth. For mayhap he has permitted Theatana to depart or remain as she wills. We shall see. Call me at need!"

With that he rode away in hot pursuit of Morsereg, and upon swiftly reaching his side he said this to him:

"My Lord, give me thy leave to accompany thee, and we shall find thy Theatana together, if that would be to thy liking."

[Ilmare]

Ilmare saw that the host of Gondor didn't attack and rode to Dorlas. "Seems we wait. Try to calm down the wild men. I don't want them in bloodthirst running into a battle which shall not happen. Better save them until we really need them." Dorlas looked angry about her decision. He wanted the battle as well as his men and didn't understand Ilmares political move. But he obayed and ordered silence and a wait. A sound of dismay run through the wild men, but they stood where they are, still humming and chanting.

[~Tom~]

Murazor and his Gaurd remained , Glorfindel had ridden with siranna and Theatana to Mirkwood , he trusted Glorfindelw ith his life so he trusted him with what ment the most to him.

He still looked over the fields , the white flag of truce still stood , and one of Murazors gaurd said "My lord , i think it best we leave " murazor thought for a moement then said "No we will see what other reasons they have to attack us , instead of these lies,"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg looked to Aragorn, "Come then, my friend. Let us go...we ride! To Siranna's realm of Mirkwood, which is most likely," Being a blood relative of Theatana's, Morsereg had a connection with her, able to find her location at will. He could tell it was Elvish, but that was all he could tell. He knew they wouldn't dare send Theatana all the way to Lothlorien, were Ash would not take in the daughter of Morsereg, and the only elvish realm of good left was Mirkwood, for Mithlond fell under the dominion of Garland.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren shook her head. "Then I a sorry, Murazor." She slank back into the shadows. A minute later the Raven departed from the son or Morgoth. The Wargs of Angrenost returned to their home. Blood of an innocent realm would be spilt that night.

[~Tom~]

Murazor wernt bother about Meg leaving , then he thought to himself , what a fool he had been , he needed to cast aspell on Theatana to stop her from being tracked, he muttered a few words , thinking of Siranna and Theatana , and they were both conealed from unfriendly eyes , and he sent one of his gauyrds aftee them to tell them to change ocurse to a secret place , that only he would kniw.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare rode forward to Murazor, still holding the white flagg. "You surrender? Or is the white flagg just a fake?" she asked him, still sitting on her horse with one hand at her sword hilt.

[Kalas Misolen]

The forces of khand slammed into the forces of rivendall Kalas didnt care what morsereg said he was going to take imladris even if he had to do it himself

[Ilmare]

Ilmare looked at the host of Khand and back to Murazor. "If you surrender, I can stop that and you may leave with your people this realm. If you don't, I stay here and watch him desolating every single house and stable of Rivendell. Such a pitty, I nearly grew up here, such a nice home..."

[Garland]

Lord Garland arrived on the borders of Rivendale with a modest host: Twenty five hundred of his Elite Guard from Moria and a matching force of Mithlond's Heavy Cavarly. The five thousand troops formed two units, ready to join the fight if necessary. Garland smirked at the situation Murazor now found himself in - nary an ally to turn to, save Mirkwood perhaps.

[~Tom~]

"Thats strange , to my knowledge im pretty sure the Lord Aragorn said not to Attack unless i issue forth , i find it wired that the mad man over there running at us swining his sword like a child and the crazed men behind him doing the same would come forth , since i have not issued a force forth , but , i guess the flag is probally cleaning then youd ever be really, and not as fake either, so of this surrender you talk of , " he said looking with curiousicty at the force of Khand , how foolish there moves , they were gonna get them selves killed one day.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare raised a browe but than she shoke her shoulders and turned her horse as to leave. "He doesn't belong to the alliance, but since Envinyatar and Dindaedel not here to decide what shall happen with them, I wount interfere either; except I would have your word, that you take off and never come back. But if you insist to stand here with your white flag, and beeing overcasted by the evil of Khand, well, so may it be. I watch him to slay you and than I take the realm from him. It does not matter." She smirked.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The reinforcements from Arnor came, 20,000s worth. 3,000 Merecenaries of Cardolan, 4,000 Wights, 4,000 Executioners of Fornost, 3,000 Warg Riders, 2,000 Warg-Riding Archers, 2,000 Orcs, and 2,000 Orc Archers. They arranged themselves within the ranks of Angmar and Enedwaith, ready to fight if Murazor called a charge.