And the end is here....

[~Tom~]

"Oh the new allaicne, i was pretty sure you wasnt included last time i checked, but the last tinme i checked me and Aragorn was on the same side, but i guess things change , " he said , then his eyes drifted towards the Arnoriran force then he though to himself "Aragorn what a fool you are, you have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind , and it has cost us dearly , such a fool indeed"

[Ilmare]

Ilmare laughed, shoke her head and let him stay allone with his white flag. She rode back to Dorlas and said:"He puts out the white flag but doesn't want to surrender. I am wondering what he things this thing stands for. Well, let him stand there with his sheet and order to camp. It might take a while until Khand is done with Rivendell or Rivendell with Khand. The survivor will be so weak, we just need to blow a bit air to him and he will vanish."

[Dorlas]

The host of Enedwaith pulled back from the battlefield and settled in viewing distance between the trees. They raised a camp and soon they sat smoking and waiting at the border of the forrest and watched over to the happenings at Rivendell.

[~Tom~]

The 33 000 of rivendells army lied in wait at the top of the city for the moement to strike , Murazor looked at the Warg ride to Mirkwood, he yelled out if they come forth in attack send a volley , he left one of his Gaurd to commandeer the army , and he changed form and flew to Mirkwood.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare mounted her horse and said to Dorlas: "Keep a watchfull eye on them. If they charge forward, go into and whipe them out. You have full commandmend over the complete host. I have business somewhere else to do. Send a message if you need me." He nodded and Ilmare took off with a greeting. Her men raised immediatly besides her steed to honour their queens leave. Than she made speed and headed back to South.

[~Tom~]

Finally an eagle flew ver head and took form infront of his army , and he said "Report" and the gaurd said" Scouts tell us Lady Ilmare has left, towards the south , but we know not of who controls the army , " Murazor looked at the gaurd and said to himself really ,looking over the battlefield "What are they still here for , "

[Dorlas]

Dorlas waited until Ilmare had gone and walked over to his men. They were annoyed at this wait for nothing. The rulers all had disapeared and left their troups allone to deal some other business. Nobody believed they would come back, most likely they had another council or something, the lordships liked to hold and finally there would be no battle. Dorlas understood their feelings. His blood was boiling as well for the fight, but he also knew what happened if he didn't obey. He walked around and calmed his people down, hoping that at least Rivendell would do any move, or Angmar. There was not mutch hope though and he didn't knew how long he could hold his wild men in this state. They might go hunting elves on their own business if it would take much longer.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Akhorahil rode over to Dorlas, an anger growing in his eyes. His Warg stopped just before Dorlas, and he spoke, "What do you say we do? Do we attack? Morsereg left me in command, and he wants Murazor down...I just don't know what the orders of others are."

[Dorlas]

Dorlas laughed. "We are waiting mainly for you. Enedwaith his here to aid your Master for getting his child back. If you decide to strike, Enedwaith will do also." He glanced over to the host of Gondor and nodded in their direction. "Whats with them? They look good in their shiny armour, but do they fight with us or do they wait for their King and play as long with themself?"

[Envin]

A captain of the Winged Guard rode swiftly 'cross the plains when he saw the other leaders meet.

"Lord Aragorn wishes for his host to remain upon the field, but not to partake in the struggle unless it becomes clear that Murazor was keeping Theatana against her will, or Rivendell attacks us. We shall guard thy right flank and rear, this much I shall take upon my own initiative, but we shall not join in a direct assault."

[~Tom~]

Murazor lookeds at the host assembled and thought to himself it was clear, he was set up now , no matter what , Theatana was just a trap , he was going to be attacked either way , but he would flee to Greenwood if needed, if aid not come .

[Dorlas]

Dorlas eyed to the Captain of the Winged Guard. "Cover our shoulder you say. But just if we don't attack. What is if we attack, is Gondor than falling into our shoulder or just keep watching us doing our bloodwork?"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Akhorahil nodded to the Winged Guardsmen, and then turned to Dorlas, "Then, my ally, let Enedwaith, Angmar, and Arnor ride together, against this Murazor!" His Warg turned and growled as he rode off to rally his troops.

"Attack!" He shouted, and it had begun. The Orcs charged down first, both swordsmen and archers alike, followed by the Olog-Hai, with their mighty hammers, bringing swift doom to all that met their hammer. The Cavalry came next, the Warg Riders, and their Archer equivalents, killing as they rode. The Wain Riders began to position themselves in a circle around the area, so as to only go in for the finishing kill when Akhorahil sent them.

The Spiders went in, stabbing as they went, leaving the poisoned bodies to be trampeled by Olog-Hai, leaving only the Wights behind for a last-line of defense. Then the Arnorian host, from the opposite side of the battle field from Angmar, charge down to fight with Rivendell, led by the fearless Mercenaries of Cardolan, swinging their blades. Orcs poured in after them, and then the Warg Riders. Leaving the Wights behind as the gate at that end, the Executioners of Fornost marched down the battlefield, with a cry of victory running through the air.

Akhorahil himself rode down to the battle with the Warg Riders of Angmar, his scimitar swinging. This host, 52,000s worth, along with the forces of Enedwaith of Khand, would overrun Imladris. Murazor would fall, and yet another realm would join the alleigances of the Dark Ones.

[~Tom~]

The elves were hiding in the city , the women had been evacuated on Murazors orders, he looked to the bow men and yelled out pointing his sword at the enmy "VOLLEY" the arrows fired into the air and spelt doom for the enmy as they came down , Murazor knew this was a battle that could not be won , but he would fight it non the less.

The elven swords men swung at orc and man alike,foes of Rivendell while Murazor ducked underneath a blade that almost beheaded him and he looked at the orc who tryed , his blade stuck in the wood of a house , and he yelled out in anger and decapitated the orc , and its head bounced accross the floor,

[Dorlas]

Dorlas gave command to his men to assemble in battle formation again. The wild men, eager to fight were droping what they had in hands and grapping their weapons, ready to storm. All other arranged weapons and armor and formed a strong battle line. The wolfes were exited that the hunting would begin. They saw the host of Angmar crashing into the army of rivendell. Dorlas gave command to the wild men and wolfes to charge right away into the crowd. Some got hit by the elven arrows, but the other jumped over their bodies and groaled in blood thirst. With a cry of war they run, their weapons raised, the wolfes between them fletching and prowning. The first wave of Enedwaith had charged forward. The second were the foot soldiers, full armed and prepared to slew all left overs of the first wave. They marched in two battallions behind the wild men, forming a turtle with their shields against the arrows. Once the second wave of Enedwaith had started, the third got ready to seal the outlet. Dorlas let the riders get in one line, forming a bow to cover the whole range from one mountain steep to the other. No living creature was supposed to go through. The archer formed the next line, not shooting yet, but prepared if somebody tried to get out of the dale. Dorlas rode through the line of his rider and took his place among them. The battle had begun.