The orcs began wavering and suddenly, they retreated. Some of the footsoldiers began pursuing, but Aduchil halted them. He didn't like taking charge, but he understood that he had to as long as the other commanders weren't there.
The archers were organized into lines on a hilltop. Aduchil himself took place among them.
"Lindir, you take command of the foot soldiers. Make lines in front of our archers. If they try to make a counter-attack, our archers will kill many of them before they can climb to hill to engage in melee fighting."
Lindir forgot about Aman for a while. Right now, he positioned himself at the front line, in order to take command on case of a counter-attack.
Aduchil looked around, with some confidence that they could win. If just Elenna would come and take charge. He wasn't comfortable having the responsibility.
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