[Cimmerian]

"Fools!" snorted Azruk, " What possible threat is your rag tag menagerie of elf kind against a hundred thousand strong army of Mordor.
You will be wise to flee and let us about our business...which is killing you all."

There is a roar from the Orc multitudes.

"You must realise, little one, that the age of the elf is over, now is the time of the Fighting Uruk Hai."

Elenna grits her teeth and is calmed by Glorfindel's hand on her shoulder.

With a wave of his hand Azruk signals the first wave of attack.
Orcs, howling mad and bloodthirsty launch themselves against the elf battlements as uruk archers from safe havens let fly a barrage of arrows.

Azruk leaps into the thick of battle and narrows his eyes at Elenna and smirks as she savagely plows into the ravaging orcs. Narcis fires his arrows in rapid succession at the elf battlements, reloading another as soon as one is fired, his motions are a blur to human eyes. Six elven archers fall to his arrows that were forged in the fire pits of Mount Doom.

Over the chaos and cacophony of battle, Azruk's booming voice addresses Elenna, "I know not of your Elf Lord's whereabouts, you would be wise not to accuse me of pleasures I am yet to gain."

She ignores him busy with the orcs that surround her, but Thrakatburz smiles to herself in her hiding place.

The elves are hopelessly outnumbered but thier superior fighting skills keep them ahead of the orcs. Yet the Uruks are another matter. As arows rain down on both sides, elves and orcs fall on eachother.

One of Narcis' lethal arrows fells Glorfindel, he goes down in a heap.

Elenna is distraught. Azruk moves in hewing elf heads with his enormous double edged cleaver sword. Covered in elf blood, the massive Uruk looms over the kneeling Elenna as she tends to her love. He is about to render the mortal blow when an arrow sails into his left shoulder, he grunts aloud and backs away. Another arrow strikes him in the right thigh. In pain and rage he looks around to see Aman take aim, an arrow whizzes past his nose, snarling loudly he ducks away, ordering his orcs and men to ambush the pest of an archer.

Elf arrow wounds heal faster on uruks, especially if they partake in the Orc-Draught they make and Azruk has such in plenty.

The Battle rages on in the banks of the Bruinin.