In the Mors marched, scouting and searching for the Quendi. And when
they found them they halted, seeing a miraculous vision of a figure bright
and terrible. For this was the spirit of Oromë that they saw. Standing at
the head of his battlements, Morkánodel shrieked horrifically. And so the
Evil Commander of Horror rallied his troops and attacked the Quendi. Fear
smote all of the elves for before them marched an enemy of gargantuant
size. However Oromë was within there numbers, and that brought little hope
to them. The cries and screams of the demons had filled their hearts with
fear and this was what seemed liked the end.
As the demons marched smoke had filled the air behind them. The white grass and the snow covered trees had begun to sizzle. The demons charged. The defense of the wood poles did spectacular, but soon the Balrogs broke through them. The Quendi, more in number than the Balrogs, used their quantity of fighters to overwhelm the Balrogs one by one. They brought down too few at to slow a time. However, Panawë and three other companions, along with Oromë had sought out the Morkánodel and moved in on it. The demon faught with such force and ferosity that even Oromë found it difficult to tame. In the end, the Quendi were scattered. Panawë and Oromë had successfully pinned the Morkánodel. Suddenly a Balrog rushed Oromë, throwing him from the Morkánodel. However, Panawë and his three companions stayed on him, stabbing him relentlessly with their spears. Oromë destroyed the Balrog that attacked him in time enough to take one last look at Panawë before the near dead beast had fallen. The Morkánodel, knowing and fearing its doom, burst into a torrent of flames that annihilated the four Quendi. The battle was over, the Quendi were completely destroyed and the Balrogs retreated to the blackness they came from.
Sighing, Oromë returned to Taniquetil and discussed with Manwë in secret about the events that transpired. Melkor was infuriated to have lost such a creation he cursed the spirit of Morkánodel in endless time and void. THE END.
DISCLAIMER: I own no right to distribute this project in exchanged for money. I do not own any of the certain names mentioned in this project. SO! Don't sue me!
As the demons marched smoke had filled the air behind them. The white grass and the snow covered trees had begun to sizzle. The demons charged. The defense of the wood poles did spectacular, but soon the Balrogs broke through them. The Quendi, more in number than the Balrogs, used their quantity of fighters to overwhelm the Balrogs one by one. They brought down too few at to slow a time. However, Panawë and three other companions, along with Oromë had sought out the Morkánodel and moved in on it. The demon faught with such force and ferosity that even Oromë found it difficult to tame. In the end, the Quendi were scattered. Panawë and Oromë had successfully pinned the Morkánodel. Suddenly a Balrog rushed Oromë, throwing him from the Morkánodel. However, Panawë and his three companions stayed on him, stabbing him relentlessly with their spears. Oromë destroyed the Balrog that attacked him in time enough to take one last look at Panawë before the near dead beast had fallen. The Morkánodel, knowing and fearing its doom, burst into a torrent of flames that annihilated the four Quendi. The battle was over, the Quendi were completely destroyed and the Balrogs retreated to the blackness they came from.
Sighing, Oromë returned to Taniquetil and discussed with Manwë in secret about the events that transpired. Melkor was infuriated to have lost such a creation he cursed the spirit of Morkánodel in endless time and void. THE END.
DISCLAIMER: I own no right to distribute this project in exchanged for money. I do not own any of the certain names mentioned in this project. SO! Don't sue me!