Attack on the lonely Mountain

[~Tom~]

(How did ur army get behind Arnor and Khand may i ask , since there the ones with there backs to the Mountain?)

As Murazor rocketted back to the ground his form changed to that of his normal form and so he whistled and with haste came his black steed . As he climbed atop of it he yelled out "Calvary reforn ... REFORM!!!!!!!" with that the calvary reformed behind of what was left only 4000 survied form the original 6000 and the Infantry was doing fairly well having more then 3/4 of the 9000 intact. Slowly they tryed to topple man or horse that rode into there lines.

[Valdrik]

And from the east a new horn sounded in response to that of the dwarves. It was no ally, however, it was a horn to signal their impending doom, for the the remainder of Enedwaith's forces had arrived.

The heavy infantry, six thousand of them, moved in behind the ranks of Gondor, pinning them between themselves and those forces of Khand and Arnor. Their tall, heavy sheilds protecting them from arrow and their lances forward to spell death upon the enemy cavalry. To the flank of these troops the Spearmen, two thousand strong, dashed forward, skewering man and dawrf alike as they gave out ear shattering war cries.

Behind the Infantry came the archers, numbering two thousand. They each struck flint to an oil soaked arrow and let them loose upon the enemy. A firestorm of Enedwaithian arrow's raining down upon the enemy ranks.

The Warg Riders, who's number was also two thousand, split off into small packs of five to ten each. They headed for the Mountain, and the lumbering Ogres that seemed to be troubling their allies. They bit and nipped at the cycloptic beasts, then would pull back switly as the enraged monsters would try and a swing at them, then they would put well placed arrows into their eyes, blinding the Ogre and then move in for a swift kill.

The Barbarians set out in wild packs, fighting with a crazed ferocity, brought on by the drugs that sent them into berserking rage. Their total horde was three thousand and they set out dispersing all through the field. Some attened to injured dwarves on the ground, driving spikes into the ground and impaling the helpless wounded onto them, their limp bodies now serving as a banner to increase the allied moral. Other groups split up and attacked the trolls of Erebor. The Barbarians were of hardy stature and they attacked relentlessly. A troll would slap one away, only to be speared or stabbed by two others. Today the battle would end. Orre and his minions would be no more!

[Orrë the Wise]

((I said they got there slowly, so lets assume they slipped through your dispersed lines. But I must say, good post! It may not mean much, but I'm proud of you, Tom. )

"Cavalry!" Orre shouted through the frey. "Ogres, Giants in front to stop this charge! Hurreh!" On cue, the enormous beasts stood their ground as the charge came nearer...

But then, Enedwaith's reinforcements arrived. Only sixth thousend, yet still enough to do damage. A second horn blew behind them.... This one was different though.... The Elves of Mirkwood, a good 30,000 strong arrived to the battle. The horsemen took the lead, driving pikes into the Wargs and stampeeding over the helpless warriors that happened to be in their way. Second followed the archers, whom fired round after round into the Enedwaithian's lines. And third the Infantry, leaping into the midst of the battle with their finely crafted swords. To the center of the battle they made their way, to aid their Dwarven Allies. Could a mear 15,000 stop 40,000?

((I have Siranna's permission for this via PM. Ask her now, if you wish, or wait until she posts it.))

[Orrë the Wise]

((Ahh, sorry there, Valdrik! I read the 6,000 heavy infantry thing so I thought that was that your brought. I'll modify my post.))

[Kalas Misolen]

Kalas Jumped down from the rock slicing a dwarve right In half taking out all of the enemy arhcers he could it wasn't hard there eyes glued to the skies

"Dad make you're way towards the Archers take them out " he ssaid in Lancirs mind]

"Alright Kkalas"

[Valdrik]

With the arrival of Mirkwood's Army, the five thousand head of Enedwaithian cavalry that had arrived earlier was ordered to pull back. With such an overwhelming reinforcement, Valdrik wanted his beloved cavalry gone from the fray. They turned and ran, full speed from the field, though, they left the remaining fifteen thousand Enedwaithians, including Valdrik, upon the field.

[Faron]

Ashuron bashed the thrown Dwarf to the side. "Never get in my way," he growled as he slid across the ground and spun around. This duel was taking entirely too long. Ash charged forward once more, slashing at Valdrik with his swords, one of them going down to the right, and the other going in reverse up to the left.

Nearby, Ash's wolf, Arken, charged across the battlefield, throwing the enemies of Lorien aside as if he was a wild boar. After the mount of Lorien's Cavalry Captain (Still unnamed) was shot down, the captain leaped onto the back of Arken, brandished his halberd and led the forces of Lorien, as Ashuron was rather busy engaging the enemy chieftan. The entire force of Lorien made another pressed attack towards the catapults, trying again to break the ranks of Mordor that had formed to bar their way. The archers searched their targets for any weak points, sending arrows towards the necks of their quarries.

[Valdrik]

-ASH-
Valdrik grinned as the elf charged him again. Valdrik let out a fierce cry and began to run at Ashuron with a crazed look in his eyes. He batted away the sword on he left side with a quick blow from his shield. He let Ash's other blade go unchecked and instead of parrying it, the brought his own sword straight in front of him as he collided full speed into the elf. He felt the sting of Ash's blade as it cut into his skin, but, now, as he was face to face with the Elf he knew his own sword would have struck as well. Each would leave with a long lasting reminder of the other.

-ORRE-
The Heavy Infantry of Enedwaith turned immeadiately when the Mirkwood Cavalry sounded their horns. They locked their shields and wielded their spears out and up as the elven cavalry stampeeded forward. The sight was gruesome as lines of horses impaled themselves on Enedwaithian spear at the urging of their riders.

[Orrë the Wise]

The Elves of Mirkwood cheered as their fellow kin of Lorien joined them, helping sweep the battlefield of the filth of Mordor. The Elves led their own charge once more, this time towards the Mountain to clean out some more Khandan and Anorian scum. A dozen or so fell in this charge, getting pierced by a stray spear or whatnot, but the majority remained strong in their attack.

The Mountain Giants and Ogres slammed their hammers and maces into the bodies of other Morian soldiers, and others wrestled with other enemy Trolls with aggitation.

[Arathorn Eluchil]

Arathron was but a day away from the battle with him came 23 000. He was a day behind Enedwaith who he had asked for aid though it took him longer he had come with a greater force and had longer to travel .

On the horizon the people fighting could see what lookred like a sea of silver stars coming there way then they stopped and the sun continued to light the stars that was the clavary and infantry of Arnor.

He had Mustered 23 000 men leaving 2000 back at Arnor for defence.

3000 Dunedain rangers the elites of Arnor
7000 Calvary with lances and heavy armor .
6000 Archers of Mians Arnor
and Finally 7000 spears of fornost who wielded long spearas to protect themselves form calvary charges.

They was but a day behind and the silver stars showed the impending dooom of the free realms.

[Kalas Misolen]

The Forces of khand started to fight harder than ever and lancir was happy about it as he made his way to the archers to fight along side his son.
"hello kalas having fun"
He said as he sliced a head off an archer nearly avoiding an arrow
"Yeah i am just like wlaks in hte black gardens of khand"

[Envin]

Aragorn staggered back with the forceful blow to his stomach, and caught his breath, and with a perfectly timed butterfly kick he caught Morsereg's sword arm with his boot and threw it aside, even as he slashed at Dindaedel's waist with Anduril. Miraculously, Morsereg managed to bring about his blade and knock Aragorn's stroke wide, but then the King landed his move a few feet ahead of Dindaedel. "And Mandos is the be-all to end-all in Arda, is he? I thought as much. I am quite certain that the immense and godlike power of thy father is enough to stay the hand of Iluvatar, once he has taken his fill of thee. Perhaps he has had it already. Shalt thou return to Angmar among the living?"

And he moved swiftly with the motion of a cat, first bobbing to the left side and the the right, and when he reached Morsereg he feinted thrice, then moved about the Doomsman in a circle of white fire, the Flame of the West soaring, as left and right he rained blows as so much hail upon his foe. The Black Istari was taken aback by this sudden display of strength and skill after so long of a hard fight, and redoubled his defenses. And as the last strikes landed upon the black blade of Angmar, Aragorn smiled amid the heat. "Alcorad left my humble City after only a few blows were exchanged, shamed and defeated. Perhaps I might break a sweat before you die, Dindaedel."

The Barbarians of Gondor still kept up the ravaging death they left upon Angmar's host, running amok upon the field, slaying as they would, still ever pushing against the lines of the North, and the Winged Guard kept up the valiant fight against the Wights and their Spectral allies, singing ancient songs to break the spells their Barrows held upon the land, and the Wights were seized with fear, and dared not to face the Winged Guard. But the Guard followed them where'er they flew upon the field.

In the meanwhile, the Knights and the Footsoldiers that had remained with the main of Gondor's forces wheeled off to the northeast and came about behind the lines of Enedwaith, and as though by a signal the forces of Minas Tirith that Valrik's forces had attacked swung about, leaving the attack upon Khand and Arnor to the Dwarves and Lorien, and rode headlong into the Enedwaith army, and so Valdrik's men were sandwiched between the proverbial hammer and the anvil. Several battalions of Archers had taken up their bows again, and now fired poisons and flamed into Enedwaith.

But the greatest of the battles that day was proceeding south of the mountain, for the favoured of Manwe and the favoured of Mandos fought with ferocious skill and calculating speed. Few had been the contests of Vala and Vala, and this now was fought by proxy as all the Valar stood upon Taniquetil and gazed eastward, though they and the twain they observed knew that He Who Was Stronger Than They looked on from above, and only one would he favour this day.

[Alcorad]

The knights of Mordor finished their second assault on the dwarven ranks and pushed back to regroup within the ranks of the dwarves. While the great cavalry held Orre's forces at bay, the main host shifted and moved forward. Something was stirring that roused an unusual excitement with the orcs. The forces moved forward slowly through the ranks of Khand and Arnor themselves up to the very Gate of Erebor. The drums of war were beaten harder than ever despite Mirkwood's timely interference. It was as if the true battle hadn't even begun yet. "DOOM, DOOM, DOOM" the great drums called out as a behemoth figure was pulled forward by massive beasts and pushed on all sides by trolls and orcs. "Alcresh! Alcresh! Alcresh!" the orcs cried out as the great siege engine approached. It was made up of steel and forged in the shape of a gargantuan snake. Its eyes were lit with flames and tongues of fire lept from its mouth. It was fashioned in the style of Grond but was made even still proportionally larger. It was so large in fact that six hundred orcs, trolls, and wild beasts of the ashen desert were needed to push it. As it came upon the gate through the Archer Fire the first drum toll sounded. "DOOM". The great battering ram was pulled back and after a moment the massive serpent plunged into the gate causing the entire mountain to shake.

From either side of the ranks emerged four sappers. Due to the ranks immense size they were a reasonable distance away from the central point in the gate where Alcresh hammered mercilessly. To break the Gates of Erebor, the attack would need to be timed perfectly. From behind the ranks of pikes, the archers fired volley after volley upon the forces atop the gate. All hands were on deck. Throughout the ranks the archers fired forward, assisted with the repetitive strike of the catapults. Mordor was emptying everything they had. The gates would have to fall NOW if the siege was to be successful and now that Orre's presence was known, Alcorad very much wished to fight him beyond the safety of his walls. More sappers were coming and were surrounded by units sent forth to disguise their purpose. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty! Fifty bombs were headed without delay toward the gate on either side, equal in distribution.

[dain]

All 40,000 of the Dwarves of the Iron Hills rode down to aid their allies in Erebor. They took positions on a large hill just east of the battle. Any enemy wishing to get at them would have to go uphill, giving the Dwarves the advantage. King Dain observed the scene grimly. "Aim for the archers around the snake-ram. Take them out."

The catapults of the Iron Hills were loaded and fired at the Archer-units of Mordor. With speed and amazing precision they shot, heading straight for the units.

As the catapults fired and hit their targets, the infantry and Mountain Giants were ready. At the King's mark, they rushed down the hill into battle.

[Orrë the Wise]

((You completely ignored my men's position in FRONT of the gate... So you couldn't have started pounding away at it. I have all of my forces, and Mirkwood's there right now.

There was an enormous roar as Korr once more appeared out of the sky. The armies of Erebor scattered to the right side, away from the Dragon's destined path. He landed with a 'smash!' in the lines of Mordor's bombers and sappers, crushing many. His mighty tail swung at the remaining mines, however, he flew back into the air, releasing a mighty wave of fire at the ranks of units. The explosion was enormous. Since the Dragon knew not of the bombs, yet the explosion was still further away from the gate, most of Mordor's units around Alcresh were destroyed, yet the mighty war-hammer still stood.

The explosion had acted like a chain- all of the bombs had gone off one after another. With it took hundreds of the ally's men, yet the majority of corpses from this would be Alcorad's.

((This isn't a godmod because the way you described it made it seem like the bombs were actually in your ranks. So when Korr lifted off and blew fire into those ranks, the bombs went off. There would have been no way you could have stopped it. ))

The wry formations of the Mirkwood Elves and the Erebor Dwarves formed once again in front of the gate. But... to the east! Their allies of the Iron Hills had entered the battle!