G-Tech Corporation wrote:Limlight River, South Limlight Vale
Still across the ford streamed the host of Mordor, black figures clad in steel barely visible in the pre-dawn light. Several thousands had already gained the far shore, and were deployed in their companies and commands for battle. With them too came stomping Olog-Hai, towering above both pike and spear, their bodies near invisible in the heavy armor they wore like a mere tunic, their maces as large as horses. The crossing of the river had been uncontested, thankfully, and many of the archers heaved a barely audible sigh of relief. Upon the side nearest the Celebrant camp of the Elves more Orcs continued crossing in their wooden boats, while those already across marshaled to their captains. Above Warwarg's bolts of doom flew anon through the air, luminous fire descending upon the last few mallorns of the Celebrant, which had begun burning like merry torches. Amongst those trees the Orc captains were sure enemies were sheltering, and every one consumed by the pyre was another pointy-eared bastard that wouldn't need spitting on a spear later. Some of the catapults that had been set up to support the landing were unlimbered and turned west, Orcs straining to heave the devices across the dun gray fields of the Limlight.
Parth Celebrant Camp
The elves of Lorien stood silently in the dawn, watching the small Celebrant forest burn. The elves who had dwelt there were now in the small camp, and the expressions of the elves were dark and wrathful. But no fists were shaken, no dirge like songs sung. Vengeance would most likely never come, but they would fight, nevertheless. The reinforcements of Erebor, Dale and Tharbad could not have come at a better time, and yet, they were still outnumbered. But one should never bet against elves. The host of Celebrant, a few thousand in number, moved out of the camp now, taking the stakes with them. Word had been sent to Caras Galadhon, but only 200 Galadhrim Heavy Archers had been sent in response. Any scrambling of forces to any more reinforcements to their forces would alert the enemy, and perhaps cause yet another attack. They would make their stand here, on the fields of Celebrant. 22 Catapults and 2 Ballistas rolled behind them, and the forces had been deployed, with each race put into their own regiments, to fight alongside those they knew best. Having heard that the orcs were also crossing the Anduin from the West, along with the Limlight River. Aligning themselves so that they could not be flanked from the side, the small host made their ground, choosing the battle site. Planting stakes around, and stopping from the march to keep the army fresh, but still remaining in battle formation, the 25 Horse Archers were sent few miles north of the Limlight River, to scout out the enemy's position, and perhaps even slow them down further.
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Bridge of Khazad-Dum, Moria
Bestirred were the Goblins, and the pale Orcs. Ever since they had sworn their allegiance to the Great Eye, their numbers had only been mounting. Within the endless labyrinthine passageways of the Halls of Durin, between broken smithies and treasure holds now stripped bear, the denizens of the Black Pit had been preparing. Now, with the agitation of some of their war-chieftains and messages brought by dark birds, the swarming folk would come forth. In times past they had sallied to slay Dwarf, or Elf, taking the passes of Carathras for their own. In force the hordes came to war, their chittering a rising wave of sound. Across the Bridge they came scampering, nearly six thousands all told- a part of the strength of the Deep Realm. Though weak creatures and frail, they were swift and cunning, and poison was ever their favorite weapon. Beneath the moldering smoke of the Darkness and the pre-dawn darkness they came forth from the steaming gate. The Mirrormere lay before them, but some of the noses of the creatures scented nasty elves in the vicinity. With a clash of weapons and high war cries, the goblins searched for their foes.
Trees near the Mirrormere
Hearing the goblins, the elves snuck through the trees. And the clashes and high war cries of the goblins were answered by the hissing of arrows, almost seeming to come from the trees themselves. And as the elves fired, they continued to move, presenting barely visible targets in the trees. They were only 5 in number, but the elves now knew of this next stroke of the Enemy, and they would respond accordingly. The goblins were not well armored against elven arrows, or any arrows, for that matter, and as the elven quivers' began to dry up, the number of arrows decreased, the elves retreating one at a time, giving their remaining arrows to those that remained. And then, only one elf remained, with 10 arrows left. As he fired each shot, he retreated further and further, until, he was down to two arrows. Skillfully shooting two goblins with one arrow, he kept the one arrow, and slipped away, returning to Lothlorien to rejoin his brethren. Now having warning of this new stroke against the elves of Lorien, a small force was created, and marched towards the Mirrormere, to do battle with the goblins.