Belfalod stood on the hilltop with the dwarves. He had not been awoken by Bali, but had gotten up anyway. He heard the shouts and the fighting from below. Would this orc attack do some of his job for him? It was always nice when things worked out that way.
But he had several dwarves with him on the hilltop, so he would have fight the orcs if it came to that. Looking out over the plains, he spotted the two elves, Burzdol and Ani Dao, racing toward the fight from some distance off.
Then he heard orc cries. "They are climbing up toward us! Dwarves, defend the hilltop; they must not gain the advantage of the ridge!"
The three dwarves attacked with Belfalod leading them, his long sword held high. They clashed with the orcs in a fasion of such fury that their enemies' charge was broken. The man and his companions chased the orcs the length of the hilltop, knocking some off the ledge and into empty space, bound for a long drop to the ground.
A group of orcs had came up another direction. Spotting them, Belfalod drew his bow and fired several arrows into their ranks. Kili was gleefully throwing a belt-full of hatchets, slaying many. Dain and Grom had went around and flanked them. The warriors charged and attacked from opposite sides, meeting in the middle. They left known alive.
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