Aduchil sighed. His plan to free Lord Elrond had worked, but no time to feast. The orcs were advancing. But where was Elenna? She and the infantry were supposed to be there now. If they did not hurry, the orcs could attack the archers, who would not stand a chance in melee fighting. He drew his sword. That which must happen, happens. Then it was like a mist was removed from his eyes. Some sort of magic had covered the rest of the army from his eyes, but here they were. He prepared himself to fight, and thought of why he fought. If he survived, he would see to it that no evil creatures never came between the Blue Mountains and Rivendell again.
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