OOC: I don't think Aman and Thrak has time to save you, Azruk.
Aduchil helped Glorfindel to his feet. Azruk had disappeared when a wave of orcs launched a counter-attack.
"Thanks my friend. Come on, let us move forward into Rivendell." Glorfindel rushed forward into the heat of battle.
Aduchil issued orders, and soon a more ordered line of elven infantry marched forward. They were soon fighting all over Rivendell, pushing the few remaining Uruks back. In many of the houses, fighting could be heard, and Aduchil suspected Azruk was trapped inside one of them. But he had no time to look. For when he reached Bruinen, he looked at thousands and thousands of orcs. He quickly gave orders, and soon the elves stood in ranks, with the archers firing behind the footsoldiers. Lindir ran up next to Aduchil.
"What are we going to do? These orcs are more than we can handle, and I doubt that there are any reinforcements around."
"Lindir, you take charge. I have some arrangements I made earlier, and I need to see if they are ready. Have courage. Hopefully, I will soon return. Until then, stall things if you can. The more time you gain, the more time I will have to succeed."
Aduchil said goodbye and ran all that he could towards the forest. He prayed that his message had been heard, for if not, Rivendell would be in great trouble. But then again, it already was.
[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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