[Anguirel]

Rather longer. Sleep and Greek detained me!

RESULTS OF DAY EIGHTEEN

The return of Earendil with the aid from Valinor caused much jubilation. But the Wise knew that the war was about to start, more fiercely than ever before.

"The war is about to start," Elrond said, staring portentously into the distance, "more fiercely than ever before."

Maglor looked on in pride. Truly his pupil had mastered the art of being Wise.

Soon scouts of the Laiquendi brought fell news. The Dark Lord himself marched on Sirion. Angband was emptied, (the forces of evil don't bother with garrisons) and the army contained numberless Orcs, Balrogs winged, wingless and vestigial, and the remaining host of Dragons, led by Smaug the Magnificent.

From Taur-Nu-Fuin tidings came that Sauron had emerged once more, with a vast and terrible host of misshapen and petrifying creatures of shadow. Werewolves marched forth, and ogres, and Stone Giants, controversial though they are, vampires and Orkneys and People of the Toadstools, ghosties and ghouls and Cursed Villagers, several disaffected banshees and at least seventeen spin-doctors. Where this host went, there people trembled.

But the Elves and Edain prepared to resist. Gil-Galad the High King and the Lady Celebrian led the Noldor of Sirion, and Cirdan with Telerin archers flanked them. The Valkyries circled overhead. The Edain, led by Earendil and Elros and counselled by Pallando, were armed for battle.

The ghastly horde of Sauron's minions were fallen on by Maedhros and Maglor, with Elrond and Alatar guiding their movements. The forces of good were solidly united.

It was then that an ominous, familiar apparition coalesced into view.

"Noldor," it called, "you're doomed!" And a shiver ran through their ranks.

But an answer came from an unsteady, hiccoughing female voice that transcended the music of the stars.

"Doom," it pronounced, "you're fired!"

And the Doom disintegrated, never to be seen or heard of again.

Coming up-results of the challenge.