Attack on the lonely Mountain

[Sophianna]

Sophianna smirked as she pushed herself back onto her feet, her sword relaxing ever so slightly in her hand as she eyed the elf curiously. "You speak the truth." She said to him, shaking her head in amusement. "You would fit in well with the crowd you hate..." And with those final words she mounted her steed and rode down the hill to join in the rest of the battle.

[Faron]

"Unfortunately I hate that crowd," Ashuron said to himself. "Now then, we've rested long enough, that is to say the amount of time it takes to make sure I'm not going to bleed to death immediately. Now Arken, let's return to the battle for another joyous opportunity for death." Arken barked his approval as Ashuron climbed once more onto him and the two rode back down the mountain, Ash wielding one sword on account of his bleeding arm, and joined the group of elves defending the fallen gate.

[Orrë the Wise]

Orre shook his head and mounted Korr. The two took off overhead the battle. The Dwarf removed a horn from his cloak and blew into it; the radient sound echoed over the valley-

"Retreat!" He shouted to Gondor, Mirkwood, and Lorien, tears in his eyes. "We have lost! FALL BACK!"

[Envin]

Aragorn heeded the call of Orre distant upon the field, for in his mind as well the forces of evil overwhelmed those of righteousness upon this day at the least. He signaled for the Host of the West to depart, and set himself as rearguard against the whole might of Angmar, for the swiftness of Gondor's army to orders was superb, and they set themselves in ranks to march at once, and were wending their way southward ere many minutes had passed.

Aragorn trusted to the style and the good form of his archnemesis Morsereg, and it did not fail him this day, for Morsereg boomed to his troops to keep their hands away, and kept right on after Aragorn. The High King leapt high to avoid the spinning kick of his foe, but at the last moment saw the blade coming, and forced himself into a backflip that only barely cleared the black sword. He landed upon his feet and came at Morsereg, steel singing, and with only simple blows attacked and blocked Dindaedel's sword, but then as Morsereg swung for his back, he brought Anduril about behind him from over his head, parallel with his back, and caught the sword of Morsereg as it hit his own, and threw Anduril back over his head with all his might, spinning about as he did so, and the Black Blade flew from Morsereg's hand with a wrench.

Aragorn lowered his eyes at Morsereg and smiled a bitter smile. Dindaedel snarled horrible curses at Aragorn as the High King moved in for the kill. Rash, too rash, for the Lord of Angmar was not weaponless even yet.

[Alcorad]

Alcorad lept into the air and his Fell Beast resumed its position as his mount. The battle would not end so easily. "I'm not finished with you yet!" Alcorad called bitterly, his sharp teeth gritted and his eyes locked maliciously on Orre with a bloodlust. "You shall not escape, Orre! I have only stayed in this battle so long so that I could kill you! Your days have come to an end. There is nowhere you can hide Orre, I will follow you until the end of days when the tool of the valar's blood graces my blade and his spirit is locked within the bowels of eternity! Come to me!" he roared and spurred his beast forward after Orre, the earth below him rippling with hideous sounds as the Fell Creature that was Alcorad's mount gained more and more speed on the dragon.

[Orrë the Wise]

Orre shook his head and urged Korr forward. The Dragon gave a small roar before flying upwards into the fog, disappearing from Alcorad's view, and the battle for good....

[~Tom~]

Slowly Murazor held the Flag of Arnor and placed it on the Lonely Mountain signally its defeat to Arnor and next to it was smaller flasgs of the other realms in which healped whose alliances they would never break.

Slowly the silver stars poured inmto the mountain killing all the dwarfs whp opposed them which was few and until it was done they turned there defence out wads, waiting for the enmy to pull back there own men.

[Garland]

((Ok, with that retreat, battle is over, I modded the Realm Counts so everyone take a look to see what your new numbers are. <<Did it on the narrow victory/loss thing>> Of course, we can all continue fighting for a while for fun in the battle ))

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

((Me and Aaron have something to do, so I'll leave once that's over))

Morsereg growled as Aragorn rushed forward, and at that moment drew out his last resort, "You wish to see the will of Mandos, Aragorn? So be it!" He hissed, the sky darkening more with each word until they were almost engulfed in a void of nothingness.

Morsereg's hands were surrounded by a purpilish black flame, "With the will of my master, your life shall end...With his will...I shall take you." His gaze was resting upon his hands, until he rose his head, revealing black eyes upon which his pupils had dilated. "I shall look upon my enemy. I shall look upon him, and the dark place shall have his soul. Mandos, take him!" He thrust his hands forward, and streams of electricity issued forth, engulfing Aragorn.

As his skin sizzled, something changed. The will of Mandos did not permit Aragorn's soul to pass into his halls just yet, and his Doomsman's hand was strayed. The magick now was to rebound, burning not only Aragorn but Morsereg as well.

Soon the light was to return, to find the armies having retreated. Morsereg and Aragorn fell to the ground, passing out upon the battlefield among the dead.

Now it was a matter of who was to wake first.

[Envin]

The utter power of Mandos took physical form upon the field that day, as biting, bitter energy surged through Aragorn's body. He felt his skin crack and burn, and his clothes catch fire, and saw himself rise into the air as Morsereg's power lifted him from his feet. His sword fell clanging to the ground, and all that his stunned eyes could see were the hate-filled eyes of Morsereg, more terrible than he could imagine, and then just as suddenly they widened with pain and glazed.

Aragorn hit the ground and did not move. The calls of carrion-birds came croaking down from on high, and the ending sounds of battle filtered across the field. The Host of Gondor had heeded the word of their lord was was now lost to sight, and Aragorn was alone and unconscious upon the earth.

Many minutes passed, and the High King of Gondor knew not what has happened, but saw Dindaedel lying upon the ground, lifeless, it seemed. He slowly opened his eyes, but even that small exertion caught his breath with pain, and when he tried to stand, his body was racked with it. But he stood nevertheless, gritting his Numenorean teeth against the pain, and taking up Anduril he managed to weakly limp off the field.

It was evident to all whom the Valar had chosen this day. The entire Host of Angmar, completely dumbfounded, did naught but watch as he walked to the South, giving thanks to Iluvatar, whom he knew whould protect him all along.

Gondor had left the field.

[vanya]

(damn, over? kk, Mithlond retreats. Bah, that was quite to short guys!)

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The host of Angmar departed, leaving behind the dead. Alucard wandered the field, looking over the dead bodies. Here he was to see Morsereg, seemingly lifeless upon the field.

Alucard bowed his head in respect for his master, and called for the men of Carn Dum to return to Erebor to help him set up burials. So it went for the next few days, burying the dead of Angmar in that clearing, burying Morsereg last in respect to the great lord.

Alucard nodded to the men, and they slowly began to march back to Carn Dum, singing a memorial song. Yet they were all unware, for their king lived still.

Days later, in the dead of night, Morsereg's eyes widened with a gasp, and his breath was heavy. His sword lay upon his breast, heaving upon and down. He was buried in a makeshift coffin...underground.

What idiot would do this to him?

He growled, realizing that he had been left for dead by his own men, and that Aragorn had probably escaped. His spell had gone wrong...Mandos had not willed the lord of Gondor to die that day. Well then...the will of Mandos had loopholes. He would kill him still.

Thrusting his hands up, he began to claw at the wooden coffin, eventually breaking through it. There he was met by six full feet of dirt above him. He took a plunge, digging furiously upward as he clawed his way to the surface. In time, Morsereg's hand broke through the ground, grasping onto a treet root to hoist himself up, dust speckling his hair.

He stood, shaking the dust out of his hair. Among his unclothed chest stood many cuts that would eventually turn to scars. He grasped his sword in hand, swinging it once to remove any dust from there and sheathed it. Then he set his sights north, to Angmar. He began his march northward, making his way first to the Misty Mountains. He would travel underground, through the tunnels, and come out right within Carn Dum.

[Faron]

Ashuron cursed. "Pathetic Dwarves," Ashuron said to his assembled captains after Lorien had pulled back a safe distance. "Come, we must go back to our Golden Woods and wait for our doom. I fear that this loss will be the turning point in the War against the shadows in an already dark world. The Dwarves were the first to give up the battle, justifying long held prejudice, followed by the Race of Man, whose fabled courage I am told ended the War of the Ring. Only in ourselves it seems we may place our trust. Come, we must go back to our Golden Woods and wait for our doom, for only between the familiar trees can we hope to stage any sort of defense. As soon as we arrive, see to the creation of defenses. Lorien shall be the rock to weather the coming Storm of Shadows."

The three captains bowed. "Yes, Lord Ashuron," they said.

Lorien left.

[vanya]

The scouts of Lady Vanya were about to send message to Mithlond, when the call for retreat reached the host. "To late, the battle is lost. Pull back the host to the grey ships. We make for Gondor!" Vanya commanded disapointed and sad.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir laughed as all reterated he looked around nad saw kalas unconcious on the ground he luaghed and walked up to him.
"O my son used otm uch energy did we o well"
Lancir tied Kalas to the back of a horse nad looked around
"FALL BACK TO KHAND ALL REGROUP AT HTE GAP OF KAHND I WILL CATCH UP WITH YOU THERE"
lancir signaled for them to go and made for the throne room of erober hoping the new king would be there.