Aduchil looked around. The orcs still outnumbered the elves, and where was the commanders? Aman was gone, Ala nowhere to be seen, and Lindir was looking at some eagles. It seemed to him they were losing the battle.
Suddenly, the rage that had once filled his forefather Fingolfin filled Aduchil as well. He jumped into the middle of the battle, swinging his father's sword like a madman. The orcs began retreating, for his eyes were shining a terrible gaze. But the uruks were not easily intimidated. They surrounded him, seeing their chance to kill him when he stood alone.
The dwarven leader looked at the elf who sudenly had placed himself in a stupid position. But he also saw that Aduchil's charge had made a hole in the orcish army's ranks, and he issued his orders. Suddenly, the dwarves filled out the hole, dividing the orcs. Before the uruks could kill Aduchil, an axe was planted in their backs.
Aduchil looked around, and found new hope that they could win.
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