[Nerindel]

March 14 ( The Battle of the Pelennor Fields)

It was early-morning when they arrived, they found the great gates torn down and the first level of the city on fire, but the city was not taken. Sorlas grinned, hope and renewed courage swelled in him the white city still stood!.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins as they breached the final hill, and with the sound of their battle cry whispering on the wind he drew his sword and charged valiantly into the fray, his sword thrusting and cutting as he went.

Sorlas managed to fight his way towards the rear of the Rohirrim and with the riders of Rohan he helped to vanquished the Hardrims forward army, it was during this frey that he was dismounted from his horse and he knew not of it's fate. He had just received a vicious cut across his left cheek from a heavy set Haradrim warrior, when the lord of the Nazgûl descended apon them scattering them, as Sorlas fought he heard a loud piercing screech, that chilled him to the bone, he was pressed by three Uruks and could not see what had made that deathly scream.

He dodged right avoiding the first Uruks thrust, and cutting the second across the stomach as he did, as the dying orcs guts spilled to the ground he ducked to avoid the blow of the third Uruk , but the first Uruk was again apon him as he rose, he had no time to avoid the thrusting spear, so he grabbed it by the black shaft and pulled it rolling away as he forced it into the third Uruk, the first orcs eyes widen as he realised what had happened but the orcs shock quickly changed from horror to rage, he discarded his spear and attacked with his crude black sword, pressing Sorlas back, but not for long Sorlas was not ready to die at the hands of a filthy Uruk, he dodged and parried the orcs every blow, then took the offensive as the Uruk tired. "Were is your king, eh Dunedain" the Uruk spat venomously, obviously trying to goad him into a mistake but the mistake was his at hearing those words from this filthy orc Sorlas in his rage thrust his sword hard into the filthy creatures chest piercing right through its dark armour, "He is here in every man that fights in his honour and he will see everyone of you vanquished before this day is done" he spat back at the surprised dying creature.

"You lose this" a voice cried to him, it was Tarannon and he held Telpetals reigns in his right hand, while he stabbed and kicked off the orcs and men that attacked him, Sorlas gratefully grabbed the reigns and quickly mounted kicking a charging orc hard in the face as he did. Sorlas pulled at the reigns so that Telpetal stood beside Tarannon facing the opposite direction, the pair fought side by side for some time before they where eventually separated.

By mid-morning, despite aid from the cavalry of Gondor,led by prince Imrahil of Dol Armoth, the Southward advance to which Sorlas was now a part and knew not if his company was among them, had been slowed, for the Oliphaunts of the Haradrim could not be conquered. His horse and those of the Rohirrim would out go near the mighty beasts, how ever hard Sorlas tried to turn Telpetal towards the Oliphaunts the horse blenched and swerved away leaving the great monsters unfought. The enemy had many more troops than them and by about noon they were surrounded, all but a mile north of the Harlond.

And to worsen their case a new strength came now streaming to the field out of Osgiliath, Easterlings with axes, and Variags of Khand, More Southrons in scarlet, and out of Far Harad black men like half-trolls. Some now hastened up behind them, others held westward to hold off the forces of Gondor and prevent their joining with the besieged Rohirrim.

Sorlas's hope began to waver as the enemies fresh forces marched on them, his heart sank as he saw the black sails of the Corsairs ships heading fast towards the haven, but out of his despair he heard a resounding horn, he turned to see from whence it came, a mistake for their enemy were now heartened by the sight of the ships and had advanced again, Sorlas in his error gained a deep gash across his left leg, but he was quick to retaliate pulling hard on Telpetals reigns and swinging his sword he ran his attacker through.

He heard not the new king of Rohans words amongst the battle cries of his enemies, but as he ran another foe through he saw the foremost ship turn and a standard break forth, the wind displayed it as she turned towards the Harlond, again hope, pride and fresh battle lust took him as he recognised the White Tree for Gondor and the Seven stars about it and the high crown above it for the house of Elendil. "Aragorn! Isildurs heir! has come!" he screamed as he charged anew on his foes, of whom some now stood bewildered at this change of fate.

[ July 14, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]