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Post by Gurth Ironclaw on Oct 10, 2007 16:39:49 GMT -5
After the crushing defeat of the Shire a great chuck of land was now controlled by the Dwarves. They were now able to hold of any sort of army that might come behind them and attempt to stop the attack of the Dwarven army. The army of Lindon had lost most of their soldiers in the battle to attempt to protect the Shire and the Dwarves had lost barely a fraction. Sure enough, through the Mountains an army swarmed forth towards the great wall that surrounded the Docks of Lindon. The first attack force consisted of around 3,000 heavily armed and armored dwarves. They mission was to clear the way to the wall. Behind them was an army of 12,000 dwarves with massive siege weapons. Plans that had been stolen from Sauron to create another Glaurung, the largest battering ram every created. Plans were also taken from the tower of Isengard of explosives. The dwarves knew very well that if the wall of Lindon was not breached then the city would not fall. However, other than these siege weapons great latters as well as siege towards were being moved towards the wall as well.
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Post by Cirdan the Shipwright on Oct 18, 2007 14:41:44 GMT -5
Cirdan gased from the great wall across at the massive dwarven horde. They had gunpowder from Isenguard, dark sorcery of Morder and the legandary battle power of the dwarves. The small army of Lindon could not combat this especially after the defeat in the Shire. All able bodied elves had been brought to guard the wall, Lindons last defense, but deep inside Cirdan knew that unless a miricle happened Lindon was doomed.
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Post by Gurth Ironclaw on Oct 22, 2007 7:29:28 GMT -5
The dwarves knew that the wall of Lindon was its only defense. The siege equipment moved closer towards the wall as the scout army fired random arrows at the wall hopping to knock an elf or two from the wall. They had small little pouches of gunpowder which they lit a small string they hung from the side and threw the pouches at the wall causing little but shocking explosions as they awaited the siege equiptment which would be there very soon.
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Post by Cirdan the Shipwright on Oct 30, 2007 5:39:11 GMT -5
Cirdan gave the order to prepear for the dwarves assult. All along the wall elven archers set alight their arrows to burn the seige engines when they were in range.
Cirdan had decided to keep on the defensive untill the other elves answered his call for help. So far only Imardis had replied and he knew that they would not be enough.
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Eomir
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Post by Eomir on Nov 26, 2007 15:31:19 GMT -5
As the news of dwarves attacking realms of light had reached the ears of men and others, they had come to aid those in need. With large armies from the east and south they came, marching upon the fields of Eriador as they approached the army of dwarves. 15 000 elves from Ithilien had come to fight, leaded by a great general named Eomir, the second born son of Faramir and Eowyn. Threw far they had traveled but finally arrived, the sight of smoke was seen as the army came close. Aid was not just sent to the kingdom of elves but the kind of men as well, more was to come as dwarves had done the wrong move.
The dwarven army was heavily armored at foot, with large shields and great strength. As knowing so the elves had decided to attack with bow and horse. 10 000 of the army who had appeared was at horse, well trained and skilled in archery and combat. The rest of the 5000 elves was at foot, using elven spears in case close combat would appear. Elven magic was attached weapons of their kind, as believed dwarves would use tactics of their own. The elven cavalry was lightly armored as good archers they where, if attacked they would use their speed and wisdom to take any approaching enemy down. Gladly dwarves was slow, even with wagons they used. Speed was the dwarven weakness and with it the elves would win, Eomir who stood in front of them all scanned the area ahead.
The wall of Mithlond was at siege, dwarves in distance was still to come, but area around them self was safe and secure. Early before their arrival scouts had been sent, any dwarves close was killed and therefor no one knew about their surprise. In loose formation the army was set, with cavalry in front and spear-men aside. The battle was to begun and Eomir was to lead it, together with his allied friends. Unnoticed they stood at hills in distance, watching with eyes better then any.
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Post by Cirdan the Shipwright on Nov 28, 2007 17:02:08 GMT -5
Cirdan and the elves of Lindon had spotted what the dwarves had not. With their keen elven eyesight they could see the elves of Ithilien on the horizon. Word of this spread through the lindon army boosting morale and giving them a glimmer of hope.
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Post by Ellroher on Nov 29, 2007 12:13:57 GMT -5
Ellroher had feared that another nation had joined the fight against Lindon when he and his men suddenly came upond the Ithilien army. But he quickly reconized the banners and demanded to see the General in Charge. He was suprised to see that Eomir was commanding the army, but glad all the same. "My lord Eomir, I am Ellroher, Lord of Dunharrow and Stewerd of Rohan. I know your parents well but have never had the pleasure of meeting you. I'm here as a scouting party to see if Lindon could be saved or not. With your help, I belive we can." Ellroher looked around at the troops Eomir had brought and nodded aprovenly. He turned back to the son of Ithilien and asked, "Have you every fought Dwarves before? They are an extreamly sturdy foke. I would advise having your men dismount and fight on foot. Calvery is not the way to fight dwarves. Their too short to reach from horse back and can be trampled yet get back up again and again." Ellroher looked out towards Lindon and the Dwarf army. He shook his head sadly and said more to himself than Eomir, "Dwarves and Elves have not fought against each other sence the dark days, why has this happened?"
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Post by Cirdan the Shipwright on Nov 29, 2007 14:38:09 GMT -5
When news came of yet more support against the dwarves Cirdan was overjoyed. At last there was a chance that they might be saved and this dwarven menace be dealt with at last. Cirdan knew full well what would happen if they failed. The massacre at the shire and the horrific stories of what had happened in Doraith came back sharply to Cirdan's mind. He would never let that happen to Lindon. Never.
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Post by Eglaneth Alatáriel on Dec 2, 2007 22:28:12 GMT -5
She had stalled in Imladris. Indeed she did. Alatáriël wanted to remain behind longer with hope that maybe she would hear word from another Elven realm. But with disappointment in her heart, she was left with no choice but to head to Lindon. She left with only a couple hours between the parting of Ellroher and her leaving. She should have left with him, but her pride and concern had stopped her. She wasn't sure why but it was that one time where it hurt being apart from him. She had assumed it was the war itself. Lovers never stood side-by-side in battle and there was no telling what could happen.
Alatáriël made her way towards Lindon, 5000 warriors of the Rivendell army with her. It was a nearly a nonestop journey. She wasn't sure if the Dwarves made a serious assult on Lindon so they had to arrive as quickly as they could. Her heart felt heavy the whole way. She was still bothered over why Lórien and Eryn Lasgalen had not given any word about this war. She tried to make excuses on why they hadn't. Maybe they were on their way, or possbily they had already arrived, she didn't know.
When Alatáriël and warriors of Imladris had arrived in Lindon, she dismounted her hourse and looked down at the land. As she had feared, the Dwarves had begun their assult on Lindon. She sighed. Her eyes scanned the land. She saw the Elves of Lindon, trying hard to fight against the enemy, the Rohirric and army from Ithilien. At least she was glad to see armies from another realms had arrived. Alatáriël looked around trying to find her betrothal. She spotted him and he appeared to be speaking to someone from the Ithilien army. "Ellroher!" she called as she made her way toward the Half-Elf to greet him.
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Post by Ellroher on Dec 6, 2007 12:15:50 GMT -5
Ellroher was still discussing the battle stradigy with the lord of Ithilien when he heard his name being called. He turned to see his betrothal making her was towards him. Ellroher jumped off his horse and ran to meet her. "Alatariel, I thought that you weren't coming untill you heard from Lothloreon?" he asked and then stoped. Ellroher could tell that something was bothering Alatariel before she reached him. Suddenly he knew. There had been no news from the other Elven kingdoms and the lack of responce had disheartened her. Taking her in his arms, Ellroher said, "I'm very happy to see you. We have enough forces now to save Lindon from distruction. With 20000 elves and 600 of the best Rohirrim on Middle Earth we will save our kin from distruction." He smiled as he led his love towards Eomir. "The commanders are all here now," He said as he looked around at the army. "Let's discuse our battle plan."
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Post by Eglaneth Alatáriel on Dec 6, 2007 19:45:15 GMT -5
Alatáriël looked at Ellroher as he ran to her. She wanted to answer his question but she could see in his eyes that he already knew the answer. She shook her head and decided to answer anyway. "I wanted to wait. Truely I did. With a sliver of hope in my heart that maybe they would answer, or maybe that they were already here, but it is clear that they are not. Now, that sliver of hope is that maybe they are on their way." She sighed as Ellroher took her in his arms. It was not the most comfortable of embraces due to the fact they were both clad in armor. She broke into the smallest of smiles, upon hearing that he was happy to see her. And she felt the same.
Alatáriël only nodded when Ellroher mentioned their numbers. Although it was large, she still believed that backup was always needed just in case. All they could do was wait until that backup arrived. "Then discuss it we shall," she replied as she was led to Eomir, a man she did not know the face of, but looked to be the leader of the Ithilien army.
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Post by Elsúrië Eruraina on Dec 23, 2007 18:20:38 GMT -5
A messenger from Lórien came riding down the hill heading down to the field below. He was sent to deliver a message to Lady Alatáriël, ruler of Imladris.
He dismounted his horse and scanned the area looking for the she-elf. She spotted her nearby. She had appeared to be discussing battle plans with others. He approached her and tipped his head to her.
"My Lady Alatáriël," he spoke quietly. "I come with a message from Lórien."
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Post by Eglaneth Alatáriel on Dec 24, 2007 16:52:21 GMT -5
Hearing footsteps approaching from behind her, Alatáriël turned and faced the Elf. Hearing that he was a messenger from Lórien, she wondered what the message could be. She hoped it was good news.
"And what is your message," she asked.
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Post by Elsúrië Eruraina on Dec 26, 2007 20:04:35 GMT -5
The Lórien messanger pulled the scroll from his cloak. He kneeled down on one knee, handing the rolled sheet of paper to the Rivendell Elf.
Inside the rolled paper contained words written in Elvish writing that said:
Lady Alatáriël
It is with a heavy heart that I why these words. As you may know already, news of the Dwarves have spend across to the other Elven Realms, Lórien included. Unfortunately, Lórien is unable to aid Lindon, we must look to our own borders. With Moria laying close to Lórien, an attack is possible and I must remain here to defend my home and protect my people. I must not abandon them.
I am deeply so sorry that I must decline. I pray that you will succeed well in battle and achieve victory.
May the grace of the Valar protect you.
Sincere regards,
Eruraina, Steward of Lórien
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Post by Gildor Inglorion on Dec 29, 2007 16:22:03 GMT -5
The Elven General Gildor gazed at the wall and saw large armies of Dwarves with their seige equipment, Gildor prayed for good hopes of Victory.
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