[Garen LiLorian]

At Feadhros' arrow, the camp exploded into action like a kicked anthill. Men scrambled for weapons, shouting in fear and anger as the ambush party of Elves erupted from the undergrowth. Garen rose from behind the bush, sunlight glinting off his spear and helm. The battle cry of his house rent the morning air; "Amrûnadan! Adan i Lórien!"

Garen moved swiftly towards Harlon the fool, who looked frightened and out of place amidst the fighting and dying. "Remember the plan, fool!" He shouted, parrying a wild thrust with the haft of his spear. "Find the lady, and get her away! We'll follow as we can." Harlon nodded and bounded away across the battlefield towards Nuhrive and Jemel.

Garen moved across the battlefield again, seeking the captain he knew must be there. Again he shouted his challenge, and again was met with the weaponry of the Easterlings, but these men were thieves and brigands, not warriors, and Garen wasn't interested in wanton death. He drove his man away with a quick flurry of spear thrusts, than reversed the weapon, bringing the haft down hard on the unprotected head of the man, who sighed and went limp.