Chapter Seven: The Town of AmrilThe generals lay on their stomachs looking over the rise at the Orc horde mustered below them. Tuor turned to his right, where Daetirion lay, hands cupped over his eyes to shield against the glare of the sun. “If we were to surprise them, come at then from both sides, do you think we would be able to take them?” “Aye” Came the reply. “Without too heavy losses too, if we can attack unexpectedly” “Then I shall lead half of our men to the West, and come at them in near an hour’s time. SaviouroftheSite can take most of the rest to the East, and come at them just after I charge down upon them. You take your riders and harry their men as they break.” “So be it.” The two men grasped hands in a brief handshake, and then rolled away, and ran doubled up down the hill to their men in the valley below to give them their marching orders.
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Daetirion parried a vicious axe swing, shoved his shield at another Orc, before disembowelling the first. Turning sharply he beheaded the second, surveying the battle as his opponent died. The majority of the Orcs were fleeing back to the river, the last pockets of resistance being crushed by the determined Elnaith. As these last Orcs died, Daetirion signalled 10 riders to harry them back to the river, whilst the rest of the riders would continue scouting for enemy reinforcements. Daetirion left the riders in the capable hands of his second in command, before riding towards the main battle, and the other forces of the Host of Light. |
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Upon reaching the battlefield, Daetirion realised it was all over. Once again the Host of Light had won on the field of battle, although Daetirion knew they were one of too few forces achieving victory in this troubled realm. Swinging his shield onto his back, Daetirion leaped to the ground, leaving his steed to await his return. Entering the Tuor’s tent he saw the other generals in deep discussion over where to attack or defend. Scanning the faces he saw one he didn’t recognise. Taking his seat, the elf general was welcomed, and introduced to the new general, Captain Althamus. Following pleasantries the vote was taken. Gondor needed all the help it could get, and the host would march further south past Minas Tirith to march down the Itilien towards Erui, where a small Gondorian town was said to be held under siege, and no men from Minas Tirith could be spared to come to their aid. |
