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Envinyatar · 11-12-2005, 01:27 AM

‘They are falling back, Captain!’

Ondomirë spurred his mount on to the front of the line. His archers had ceased their shooting, he noted; their targets now quickly pulling out of range. ‘What’s happened?’ he asked of those fighting at the front. From his position he could see the Orcs and Easterlings scattering, turning westward as their captains barked orders at them and flicked their whips for emphasis.

‘Someone has come at them from the rear of their position,’ one of the Elvish captains told him. ‘It must be a large force of some sort. And hitting them hard enough that they would turn all their force against it.’

A silvered horn rang out from the Elven ranks, calling the troops to gather together. Lord Elrond and his advisors had made a quick assessment of the situation. Ondomirë rode at the back of his company as they made their way to where Elrond stood. He felt uneasy at this sudden turn of the battle, suspecting some sort of trick from Sauron’s captains. Ondomirë was watchful, should there be any sign that they would be attacked again, he would order his troops to turn and fire.

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‘Someone has given us a chance to move closer to the city,’ Elrond began. He held up his hand to quell the murmurings that Orc still roamed the city. ‘Yes, we must be careful. The city is fallen. Most of it burned, my scouts have told me. Ours now will be a mission to find what refugees we can.’ His hands smoothed out a map on the small wooden table that had been hastily set up near him. ‘I doubt that there will be any left alive within the city now. But my hope is that those who were able to escape the destruction will have gathered somewhere beyond. To the north here. In these wooded areas.’

His finger traced the area west of where Ost-in-edhil had once stood – moving toward the marshes, to where the rivers converged. ‘Sauron’s forces will already be moving westward from the city. It is his intent, I believe, to sweep through Eriador, coming at last to Lindon to wreak his vengeance on Lord Gil-galad. We must move to a place of safety for the refugees, a defensible place; that is our primary charge.’ He looked eastward, his grey eyes glinting with his thoughts. ‘At some point Lord Gil-galad will have need of us. We must regain our strength until then and keep our eye fixed on Mordor and the stirrings there.’

He called for his horse and mounted up. His captains at his side, he urged his mount toward the western outskirts of the city.

11-12-2005, 01:27 AM	#214
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	‘They are falling back, Captain!’ Ondomirë spurred his mount on to the front of the line. His archers had ceased their shooting, he noted; their targets now quickly pulling out of range. ‘What’s happened?’ he asked of those fighting at the front. From his position he could see the Orcs and Easterlings scattering, turning westward as their captains barked orders at them and flicked their whips for emphasis. ‘Someone has come at them from the rear of their position,’ one of the Elvish captains told him. ‘It must be a large force of some sort. And hitting them hard enough that they would turn all their force against it.’ A silvered horn rang out from the Elven ranks, calling the troops to gather together. Lord Elrond and his advisors had made a quick assessment of the situation. Ondomirë rode at the back of his company as they made their way to where Elrond stood. He felt uneasy at this sudden turn of the battle, suspecting some sort of trick from Sauron’s captains. Ondomirë was watchful, should there be any sign that they would be attacked again, he would order his troops to turn and fire. ----- ‘Someone has given us a chance to move closer to the city,’ Elrond began. He held up his hand to quell the murmurings that Orc still roamed the city. ‘Yes, we must be careful. The city is fallen. Most of it burned, my scouts have told me. Ours now will be a mission to find what refugees we can.’ His hands smoothed out a map on the small wooden table that had been hastily set up near him. ‘I doubt that there will be any left alive within the city now. But my hope is that those who were able to escape the destruction will have gathered somewhere beyond. To the north here. In these wooded areas.’ His finger traced the area west of where Ost-in-edhil had once stood – moving toward the marshes, to where the rivers converged. ‘Sauron’s forces will already be moving westward from the city. It is his intent, I believe, to sweep through Eriador, coming at last to Lindon to wreak his vengeance on Lord Gil-galad. We must move to a place of safety for the refugees, a defensible place; that is our primary charge.’ He looked eastward, his grey eyes glinting with his thoughts. ‘At some point Lord Gil-galad will have need of us. We must regain our strength until then and keep our eye fixed on Mordor and the stirrings there.’ He called for his horse and mounted up. His captains at his side, he urged his mount toward the western outskirts of the city. Last edited by Envinyatar; 11-13-2005 at 11:53 AM.