The light of dawn had just come over the horizon, and Therin's army was already in formation. They had heard word from a scout that a rouge band of orcs were marching in that direction, and they were ready. Set in the standard Dwarven-war-formation, the Dwarves were poised for battle. Therin was at the lead, with Dólinstąg in hand. Just before the orcs came into view, Elenna came dashing to the front line.
"Greetings, Therin!" cried Elenna. "Hello there lass-err Elenna! What are you doing here? Isn't your battle in Rivendell?"
"Didn't I tell you that I wanted to fight with you and your army? I wouldn't miss seeing your dwarves fight for all of Middle-Earth!" said Elenna.
"Alright, but this is only a glimse of what the main battle in Rivendell will be like. Ready dwarves! Draw weapons!" Cried Therin. "Here they come! Wait...Wait..."
The Orcs were advancing, and had just spotted the army of Dwarves. The archers had begun to fire their gruesome arrows, and the others were starting to advance. At that, Therin bellowed, "CHARGE!!!"
[ May 31, 2002: Message edited by: Alkerin ]
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