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Post by Envin on Aug 15, 2005 3:42:37 GMT
Upon the Fields of Pelennor, before the proud walls and white towers of Minas Tirith, there stretched the great Host of the West, many tens of thousands strong. At their head sat Aragorn, their King and Captain, upon his proud horse Roheryn, and he called words of strength and courage to his Host, for this day were they to march swiftly eastward, that their ally Enedwaith might be given aid in time of need. All but seven thousands were to go, these remaining to be under the command of Queen Arwen until the King's return.
Aragorn drew his bright blade that flamed like spun silver, and flashed his edge into the sun. A great cheer went up through the ranks, and with a song the Host of the West set forth, marching quickly at a double-time to come to Enedwaith. Soon they passed the Rammas and were lost to sight.
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Post by Saeros on Aug 18, 2005 0:31:36 GMT
.... much later
At the edges of the Pelennor, far away but already to see, the combined hosts of Enedwaith and Imladris arrived on the top of the hill. The captains looked down to the masses of enemies and gave command to hold. Horns sounded, Men shouted and than they marched forward, down the hill to charge into Morsereg Dindaedels cruel forces.
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Post by Envin on Aug 20, 2005 14:30:32 GMT
The Hosts of Gondor shouted with gladness and mirth when the horns of Enedwaith were sounded, and fought with a renewed vigour at the succour of their comrades. But the Hosts of Angmar were not dismayed, for their numbers were terrible, and their eyes were filled with bloodlust, and they would not be dissuaded from their kills. But now the unified armies of the allies now gave battle apace to the hordes of darkness, though soon enough their attention was turned to a large circle of grass near the center of the battle.
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