However good the elven soldiers were, casualties were expected, the killers mainly the warg riders and orc commanders. An elf fighting alongside Haldir was cut down by a passing warg rider, and in the near front, Haldir saw another elf stabbed by a commander. He had enough, the commanders were going die now, they were too dangerous. Withdrawing briefly from the fighting. He changed arms to bow and arrow. Notching an arrow, he drew back and aimed at the viser area like Celebedhel had said was the weakness. Painfully, he watched another elf fall under a commander. Aiming carefully, he loosed the arrow. It thudded on the helmet side, the orc commander, unhindered, began hacking at another elven warrior with another commander. Haldir loosed another arrow, and this time, the orc commander was felled, but the other two commanders continued to wreck havoc. "Dartho! Dartho!" he yelled encouragement to the elven soldiers.

Firing another shot, this time, he killed an orc commander outright. The remaining commander charged Haldir. Not sure what to do, Haldir lept sideways, in time to dodge a sweep of a blade from the orc commander. When the commander charged again, he quickly leapt on behind the commander, he whacked the side of it head. Growling it swept its sword while turnning around. While ducking he notched another arrow. When the commander turnned and horizontally sliced the blade again. ducking Haldir then rose and loosed his arrow right into the commander's eyeslot. The arrow ripped out the back of his helmet and with a growl, the orc commander fell from the warg. However, the warg bucked andsnapped at Haldir, who now tried to controll the warg. Deciding not to waste his efforts on the evil creature, he aimed at the base of the neck and loosed another arrow. The warg fell sideways, Haldir leaping off, in time. Exhausted he watched as his elven warriors finally managed to drive back the orcs, who now fled over the hill, now that all the warg riders were brought down. Sadly the casualties on the elven side were considerable. Haldir stood for moment with head bowed and hand over heart, to honour the dead, "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva (Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet)" Silently he wept for the elven warriors that had forfieted their long lives to fight for him and his companions.

Then the battalian of elves that Haldir commanded before then formmed ranks in front of him, an elven warrior at its head. Haldir then turnned to face them after awhile of grief, his expression full of bewilderment and sadness. "How is this possible? How could news of this battle reach Lorien? Who now commands this battalian? Did I not command you to stay in Lorien and guard it from the evil that has awaken?" Then Haldir realised that he was being too inquisitive. "I am sorry, hannon le (thank you), we would have perished if not for your help. I grieve for the dead, it was much a sacrifice. Who is the new commander of this army that I can thank for bringing them here?"

" Mae Govannen(Well met) Isilindil, Nae saian luume (It has been too long), I am glad that i have left my battalian in secure and strong hands." Haldir then bows, but not before a thought comes to his mind. 'Celebedhel, humans, wounded' the words pounded his head. Straightening, he excuses himself and quickly runs toward the fallen figure of Celebedhel nearby. The elf had fought half the battle with an arrow in his side, he knew it, by the way the arrow was now wedged tight into him. Haldir then lifted Celebedhel onto his shoulders then made his way towards the humans hiding nearby. He reached them, and relief filled him. The three humans were safe, that were hiding there. All three of them suffered wounds. 'Isilindil will fix them' he thought ' She was as good a healer as she was a fighter.' IN a louder voice he called out for Isilindil. While he waited he sat down on the ground and put Celebs body gently on the ground.

Wearily glancing at Dinhuan, he shrugged, "I am not too skilled in healing as Isilindil, Though from the look of him, he will be alright." Suddenly movement was seen again at the brow of the hill. Three wargs charged over yelling. 'They want to take us by surprise.' he thought. Notching an arrow, he aimed at the remnant of the orc attacking force. The lead warg toppled, with an arrow through its forehead. Reloading his bow, he decided firmly that this was not a place to stay in. Drawing back again, he loosed it, the arrow hit the second warg in the side. The third arrow he loosed pierced the heart of the last. "The orcs will return, we cannot stay." He left Celebedhel for a moment to look for Isilindil.

"Isilindil, I fear we cannot stay here, we must pass Henneth Annun by nightfall, the orcs will return. I trust your skill but there are too many wounded for us to stay here and heal each one. But first heal Celebedhel, he is dying, his wound is great." Haldir was confident Isilindil could heal him, they had fought together for a long time before he had left on the journey to Minas Tirith. "Oh Valar." 10 Warg riders rode over the hill screaming. "They return, quick get the wounded on horses, leave me with some soldiers, and I will deal with them." More Wargs rode over the hill, until there were 20 in number. "Thank Valar, no orc commanders!" Haldir notched an arrow. Then to his horror, he saw that five of the warg riders had bows. They had become much more skilled. "Nago Warg bowmen (Kill the Warg bowmen)." in a louder voice he incouraged his elven soldiers. "Gurth gothrim lye! (Death to our foes!" With that he loosed an arrow. One of the wargs carrying bowmen toppled. "Hurry Isilindil, get the wounded to safety! We must reach Henneth Annun by night fall! Get out of here!" Three warg bowmen loosed arrows. One of them hit an elven soldier in the left arm. The elven soldier said nothing, only applying some herbs in his pouch to the wound tightly, then he unsheathed his sword. "Tangado a chadad!" Haldir was tired of war commands, the first battle had been very strength taking, but nevertheless, he stood firm. "Lietho i philliin!" elven arrows hissed, but some wargs dodged it. 10 wargs were brought down. 9 remained, three with bows. Orc bows twanged, the same elven warrior from before took an arrow in his left arm again. They were very close. "Isilindil get the wounded out of here!" With that Haldir slashed the side of a warg weith an arrow, which toppled sideways. LOosing another arrow, he brought down another orc archer. Within minutes they had brought down the remaining warg riders. "WE must get out of here quickly! More will come."

.... the world spun and I felt myself lifted...

Celebedhel groans in pain, still unconcious.

Dinhuan looked down at Tarren's unconcious body, forgotten on the grass. Leaning down, he picked up Tarren with one arm, not willing to risk opening the wound on his left arm. Dinhuan put Tarren on his broad shoulders and carried him to where the commander of the elves who saved them. He strived to keep his steps as smooth and steady as possible.
"My Lady." he said to Isilindil. "Tarren, my comrade, requires your healing skills. He has not awoken since he collapsed near the battlefield."

Everyone, as GM, I think its high time we get out of there. It's basically the same position as in the beginning, so heres the deal: an orc army, 10 000 in number with 100 orc commanders are moving towards us. Thats the deal, so if the good people don't move soon, we'll be annihilated!! So move it peoples!

I am allowed to do that rite? even though V is Morgoth?

Haldir noticed that no more orcs charged over the hill. IT had been a long while and no orcs came. Running to the hill where they charged over he decided if they were, perhaps, resting before attacking. The idea seemed idiotic, and even more idiotic that he was almost hoping for more. Nevertheless he ran to the hilltop and looked out north. Horrified he turnned and shouted warnnings. "There's an army of orcs, at least ten thousand strong heading this way. I see at the head of this army 100 orc commanders. Our small party can't deal with them. IF WE DON'T MOVE WE'LL BE ANNIHILATED.!"
With that Haldir notched an arrow and loosed it high up in the air so it arced back down towards a commander. The arrow hit, but the orc commander didn't budge and continued the slow marching pace towards the party of elves and men.

It's hard to say what brought me awake, perhaps it was the rumble of the earth with the sound of an approaching army, or Haldir's voice that shouted in urgency to me across the fields of darkness into which I had fallen. Whatever, it brought me up from the consuming sleep and into the cold reality from the aftermath of the battle.

My side burned, and I remembered the arrow. I winced slightly, and composed myself. Blocking the pain I brushed aside the elven man who was tending me and stood. Maersen called across the clearing where he stood calmly eyeing me. I nicked the roof of my mout with my tongue to acknowledge him. I looked at the wounded, too many, and then Haldir who stood upon the northernmost hill top was shouting and firing an arrow into the distance.

His words filled me with dread. I ran to meet him as he approached the remains fo the encampment. "How many?" I questioned him. Haldir started sayign something about my wound but I stopped him quickly, again saying "How many?".

He whispered "10,000". I feel sure the blood drained from my face. "We have to get the wounded and find some cover" I said in elvish. Turning on my heel I strode back into the encampment and slowly assessed the company. "We will be overrun if we do not move. Everyone, pack what you can and help the wounded, we'll head into the forest." I issued the orders and went back to collect my sword and bow from beside the gerny I had been laying on.

Gaeradir began to wrap her thigh again. In comparison to the others that were wounded it was not so bad. From living in Dol Amroth for so long, everything seemed harder physically since she had left. Putting this in the same category, Gaeradir stood, and whistled to her horse.

The mare was a gift to her father from a Rohirrim he once knew. Needless to say it was well trained and well equipped for a life out side of the stables. As the horse came over to her, she mounted and glanced to where Haldir stood. Just seconds ago he had mentioned thousands of Orcs migrating toward their present position. Gaeradir's stomach was still unbound after the first real skirmish she had fought in, not very long ago; she was not looking forward to seeing another one. As he began giving out commands, she fell in line behind some of the warriors left standing. If she was well enough to ride, she was well enough to fight.

Gaeradir watched as the Orcs encroached upon their forces. Shifting uneasily in her saddle, she slid her short blades out from their holders at her sides. Wielding them in hand, she began calming her thoughts for the fight, attempting not to think on it from a numbers stance.

Glancing over her shoulder she looked to where the wounded elves where. With them were Dinhuan and Tarren. The old blood ran strongly in the veins of those two, and she wished them well. Turning back to the field of battle, she unconsciously ran her thumb and fore finger along the side of her left blade.