The Revolt on Angrenost

[Ilmare]

Ilmare laughed and shoke her head. "I may have my uneficiant sides, but I am not dumb. I know that Gondor would come over me and all his allies if I would do like you fear. I think rather you stick with your dark plans and thats the reason you don't want the allies to stay."

She looked at Aragorn. "Well, maybe you should decide, Envinyatar. You have took the overcommand of our hosts. Do you want Enedwaith to retreat completely, under respect, that thirty thousand men are not easy to move back and forth? I do not nead to explain to YOU that, if they are in Enedwaith, they are not able to come back as quickly as you may need in the worst case. And Arnor already retreated fully and wount be able to come back in time at all. But if I let my men take base and wait how the Council goes, we could send them easily where they are needed." She looked to Lord Leafbow. "Second, if Lothlorien stays, where is the dread of Enedwaith? We are guarded by one of the most trusted allies of Gondor as possible. And last but not least - I am coming with you to Minas Tirith and my life is in your hands. How many pledges do you need for my word, my Lord? What do you say?"

[Faron]

"And besides, Megloren, you're the one who hasn't shown any kind of allegience to us yet, and has commited the list of other crimes that I'm getting tired of naming every few minutes, so Ilmare is trustworthy in my eyes, you are not. If I had it my way, this council that we're supposed to be attending would be done in a tent surrounded by my elves, but I'm willing to compromise and let Gondor play host. Count you'reself lucky, Megloren, and let's get moving or we'll never start this council."

[Envin]

"The govern of a ruler's men is theirs to command. None may tell them how it should be managed. If Ilmare feels that her host is needful in accompanying her, then she may bring them. Let every Ruler coming to Gondor bring three thousands of his men, and encamp them upon the Pelennor Fields before my home. In this wise we shall all be safe from each other, and if the threat of destruction is put before each of us if we argue, then mayhap we shall find agreement. Come, let us ride to Minas Tirith!"


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[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren shook her head and walked back into the walled fortification. She selected three thousends of her elite and returned to the gate.

[Linnar Ironaxe]

Linnar also chose his elite and came down from the wall with them. "The rest of my forces will remain here."

[Faron]

"Three thousand Elvish Rangers shall accompany me, the rest shall go back to Lothlorien once we have begun our journey to Minas Tirith. Believe me," he said looking at Megloren, "I would bring more if we hadn't agreed on three thousand."

[Ilmare]

"Well than, three thousand go with me and the other back to Enedwaith. We will meet them on our way to Gondor. Let us take off, please. I wished we had this already behind us."

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindel rode forth with him 20 knights followed, one carried the banner of Rivendell and the other of Mirkwood, these were the finest knights in all of Rivendell and the Noldor that was left, he followed the great host of silver knights that was Gondor and rode south towards Minas Tirith.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik sniffed the air and shook his head feircely. "This aint no war! This is an aggressive negotiation. You call me when you wanna fight."

Grashnik once more shook his head and pushed his warg into the East where he would soon enter a tournament of his own. Grashnik was falling deeper now into the darkness and it was swallowing him whole. He had no hope left and once he pushed into the eastern borders all light would nearly be lost.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren arrived back in Angrenost with her Warg Riders. She was accepted and trusted by Aragorn. That was all that mattered.

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