New Beginnings Chapter 13
The War of Wrath
Donvan now spread his army over the barren snowy plains of the land, the battlefield was open for there were no mountains in sight just old ruins of the former kingdom of Morgoth. Morgoths army was 500,000 strong and had a Balrog at its helm. The men of the west command 180,000 for they had lost 20,000 through the battle at the border of the Norther Realm. Imrahil gasped at the sheer size of the army for he did not believe Morgoth had such an army. The King of the Sea smiled for it was his tradition of his people to die in great battles for honour and glory. Addramyr looked on and kept his eyes fixed on Donvan and his army for he desired revenge on his twisted brother. Donfolin marched out on the field in front of the men and looked at them smiling.
Donfilin lifted his sword up as he glared the men with his elf eyes, "Of course your afraid but what you men cant see is that you can win this fight for the orcs are ragged and do not follow orders well. We on the other hand have the advantage of strategy for we have the best captains in the west on our side. I think it is time that I revealed myself for I am Fingolfin servant of Manwe the elf who stood up to Morgoth and battled him but perished."
The men gasped for they had heard his legend as he fought in the first wars ever fought against Morgoth. Imrahil laughed as he had been marching with a great warrior of old and that gave him hope as all of the men gained hope from this and cheered to the surprise of the orcs. Fingolfin smiled and ordered the charge as the men followed as a wave of 180,000 men charged the front lines of the orcs.
Donvan looked to his orcs, "Hold your lines, spears!"
The orcs lifted there spears to the oncoming men but they broke through as a fierce fight erupted throughout the land for the battle had begun. Addramyr led a column charging down Donvans company as he looked for Donvan through the crowd of orcs. Imrahil and Fingolfin fought side by side as they commanded the central unit of men stranded in the middle of the orc army, Imrahil constantly shouting orders to his men and rallying them. Seon stood close to his King for he could see the wrath in Addramyrs eyes and grabbed the King away from Donvans company for they could lose the fight if Addramyr loses his strategy mind. As the battle was going ill for the orcs who were shocked at the sheer determination of the men a great thud was heard as the Balrog swooped down into the columns of men who were burned and smashed to pieces by the Balrog. Fingolfin ran toward the Balrog as Imrahil commanded the army in the centre on his own as he battled close combat with the orcs. Fingolfin smashed into the Balrog with his great sword damaging the Balrogs wing. The Balrog spun in shock and roared at Fingolfin who repeatedly struck the Balrog. The Balrog finally fell in a great roar as Fingolfin struck his sword deep into the Balrogs chest as it fell to the horror of the orcs. Fingolfin cheered as the men cheered and battled the dismayed orcs who were worried know as Donvan tried to keep them together. Morgoth watched from above as he sent down lighting onto the lines of men and snowy winds which pushed the men back. Addramyr was battling but could hardly fight for he was ill with fever and his heart shattered. Seon tried to protect his king but his column of men were failing slowly for Morgoth had aided his orcs and gave them encouragement. Addramyr could see Donvan through the crowd of orcs and quickly charged through them and dived on Donvan. The two men fought in the middle of the battle hand to hand, Donvan had the upper hand for he was stronger as he through the king like a rag doll to the ground and drew his sword.
Donvan smiled to Addramyr, "At last I can finish you once and for all pity you wont see your army being destroyed"
Addramyr quickly pushed Donvan with his boot and dived onto Donvan stabbing him repeatedly with his sword in the chest as Donvan gave a great cry and fell into darkness and never breathed on Middle Earth ever again. So passed Donvan son of Faramir and Debelos. Addramyr collapsed next to Donvan for his task had been done in his mind. Seon quickly rushed to the aid of his king as he held of many orcs to protect his king. Morgoth at last gave a great roar as out of the pits behind the battle beneath the ruins flew a great dragon of old. It was a mighty dragon which Morgoth froze for the future wars he would use it for, the dragon had golden scales and charged toward the battle. The Dragons breath swept across the battle as Imrahil gave a cry.
Imrahil yelled to his men, "Do not breathe in the dragon's breath for it will paralyze you"
Most of the men consumed the breathe and were frozen forgetting there name and what was happening as the orcs killed them easily. Imrahils face turned grave as a tear came down his face as his army crumbled about him. Seon and Addramyr and many of his men held against the oncoming orcs as Addramyr began to fight but was struck by an orc blad to the back as he fell to the ground. Imrahil ordered his column to join up with Addramyrs as they battled to reach Seon and Addramyr. Many of orc archers let reign many arrows down upon Seon and his men as Seon was struck in the eye by an arrow and fell next to his king in a pool of his own blood. Addramyr yelled in pain as he grabbed Seon who dyed upon impact, so passed the captain of the guard and Addramyr loyal protector. The orcs charged Addramyr and his men as Addramyr and his men were slaughtered upon the battlefield. Imrahil finally made it to the column but they were all dead as he and his men battled to protect the body of the king who had now passed away. Imrahil knelt down next to his King and nephew and he cursed the Valor.
Imrahil began to shed tears, "Curse the Valor, I could not save my nephew why take him so young from me. What is my purpose why have you troubled over me and not my nephew, my King!"
A tear from Imrahil splashed Addramyrs face as light gleamed again in Addramyrs face for he had not been killed but severely wounded, for the Valor did not see this coming the compacting of Imrahil may rule the fate of many as the Valor watched on in amazement. Imrahil quickly ordered his men to rally around him as he grabbed Addramyr and heaved him onto his shoulders. Imrahil looked about to see the King of Sea still battling far down the lines of orcs for Imrahil could not reach him in time. The great Dragon hovered above as it destroyed ranks upon ranks of the men who were helpless against such an evil. Imrahil grabbed the horn of Gondor from Addramyrs belt and blew into it for all the orcs of the land quailed for they dreaded the noise. The horsemen of the sea rallied to Imrahil as the men reformed there ranks to hold off the onslaught of orcs as they slowly retreated to the mountain range were there was plenty of shelter from the dragon. The King of the Sea knew what he must do and as he rode to the flanks of the orcs to distract them as Imrahil and his company of Knights escorted King Addramyr to shelter as quickly as they could. Fingolfin could be seen battling on as he noticed Imrahil and his Knights with Addramyr on Imrahils shoulders. Fingolfin hurried to the men as Morgoth caught the attention of his former foe who hurried to the mountain range were the small company of Knights were retreating.
Fingolfin spoke to Imrahil in haste, "This was indeed something I never saw, we did not now about a Dragon still dwelling here I am sorry Imrahil. Your purpose is still uncertain my friend but you must go quickly before you are all destroyed in this battle you have done all you can for the enemy is crippled in a way but stronger in other ways. As Fingolfin turned to attack the oncoming orcs Morgoth appeared a great blck figure in the clouds as he lifted his great mace to strike Fingolfin who perished long ago at the hands of Morgoth. Morgoths mace struck Fingolfins sword as he shone like a bright light battling the darkness which spread toward him and about him. The two great figures fought for great length as the entire battlefield looked on in amazement as these two mighty powers fought for much more than pride. Imrahil looked on in amazement but quickly saw this as a distraction to escape into the mountains as Fingolfin looked back at Imrahil and smiled for Morgoth struck down Fingolfin smashed him into the ground. Fingolfin vanished into many birds of spring which flew about Morgoth who looked about in amazement as light followed the birds which encircled the dark cloud. The cloud in which Morgoths figure was shown through was destroyed into a cloud of smoke as the birds flew right into the cloud destroying Morgoths presence in the area. Morgoths spirit returned to Minas Tirith as he commanded his own body and readied for his next move. One bird was left which flew above Imrahil and his men as it guided them through the mountains and back into Middle Earth. The battle still raged on between the few horsemen and the many orcs and the great Dragon which still flew over the area. Nothing more is said from the battle for no one survived who stayed to fight the orcs. Imrahil, Addramyr and his Knights of 50 men were now in a great lake area filled with many green beautiful trees of old. The men walked around in amazement for the bird had guided them to safety and it now disappeared over the hill top. Imrahil placed Addramyr to the ground beside a tree as he positioned his men in various points to warn of enemies. No one spoke for they were left hopeless for the battle had gone terribly ill, after moments of silence one of the men came running back to Imrahil.
The Knight stopped and woke Imrahil up who was dreaming, "My lord I am sorry to wake you but we have found something by the river down there, will you come and take a look my liege?"
Imrahil nodded and slowly walked behind the Knight down a great hill to a mighty river which streamed down over the cliffs into a river which travelled far down the valley. The men finally crossed the rocky water to a great bridge which was broken in two, beyond the bridge stood a mighty castle of old covered in ivy and other plant life. The castle was ruined but still had a presence about it, Imrahil commanded the Knight to bring Addramyr and the rest of the men to this point as he crossed the broken bridge to the castle entrance. Imrahil pushed open the rusty and stiff gate which opened into a great courtyard filled with many statues. Imrahil climbed the staircase which entered into a great hall filled with many treasures such as gold, jewels and ruby's. Sat on the throne of the hall was a skeleton with a great crown on top of it for there also lay many skeletons about the hall. Imrahil picked up many of the treasures looking at them closely and putting them down again as he walked toward the throne. At the base of the throne lay a great book of silver, Imrahil picked up the book wiping away the dust which covered it. The title of the book was in Elvish and common tongue the title read 'Of the ruin of Beleriand' the date was marked 'The First age'. Imrahil gasped for this was the home of Fingolfin, as Imrahil spoke to himself Fingolfin appeared in front of him as a glowing image.
Fingolfin smiled to Imrahil in his pleasant tone, "Ah my guidance was good then you have reached my Kingdom safely the book you have is a log of the final days of this great kingdom, how the dwarves betrayed us and the great dragon destroyed this land for it desired the treasure as did the dwarves. I led the army of this great land to battle Morgoth but none of us returned to the King my father was left to defend against a horde of dwarves, orcs and a great dragon as you can see they perished. I have brought you here to show you what will become of your realm if Morgoth stays in power and all of men are wiped out. New Beginnings will begin soon and you will live through this new Beginning Imrahil for you have been chosen to lead the next race of men and to guide them through the Beginning of days. I fear we will never meet again but I will leave you a guide to take you were you need to travel my friend, farewell and may the grace of my people protect you"
With this Fingolfin vanished into a bird which chanted to Imrahil who smiled at it, he quickly placed the book to the floor and exited the hall into the courtyard to hear screams and great crys. Imrahil quickly ran through the gate to the bridge were many of his Knights were running across the bridge in haste with Addramyr.
Imrahil quickly looked to his men, "What is it? Why are you men in haste?"
The Knight stopped in front of Imrahil, "My lord the dragon has found us we don't now how but it has many orcs with it they took a couple of our men"
Imrahil quickly ordered the men into the courtyard sealing the gate, Imrahil ordered the Knights to find an armoury of some sort. Imrahil climbed the wall and looked out over the now foggy terrain for the Dragons breath had spread through the woods. Addramyr lay in the courtyard motionless for he dreamed peacefully for the fever and wound grew ever more. The Knights returned with many weapons and bows as the men drew there bows ready to do battle.
Imrahil spoke to his men, "I am sick of running there will be no were to run to soon. Aim for the dragons chest it is its weak point, here they come!"
Imrahil ordered a first wave of arrows as the orcs charged toward the castle but as the men released there arrows the great bridge collapsed suddenly killing many of the orcs and stranding them from the castle. Imrahil looked up at the sky and laughed for Fingolfin was helping them, the orcs halted and retreated into the woods for a great roar could be heard and the Dragon flew through the fog spreading its fire toward the wall as the men ducked. The Dragon flew over the castle and returned for another run as Imrahil ordered the men to take shelter. Many of the men were burnt for they could not seek shelter in time as the Dragon landed into the courtyard looking at Addramyr who had awoken looking at the beast. Addramyr drew his great sword of the west which lit the whole area as he struck the dragon onto the head cutting it deep. The Dragon gave a great cry as it tried to breathe fire but it needed time to recharge its fire, Addramyr quickly struck it again this time hitting it just below its jaw as it cowered in horror. Suddenly the dragon breathed a great wave of mist which engulfed Addramyr who was frozen standing there wavering as the dragons breath had entered his body. Imrahil yelled as he jumped down with a spear and attacked the dragon fending it off over the wall.
Imrahil turned quickly to Addramyr shaking him, "Addramyr speak to me please, it is I Imrahil, tell me not the dragons breath has taken a hold of you"
Addramyrs face suddenly turned to horror as he yelled and screamed for his memory had been lost and he didn't now who he was as he ran out of the gate and down the slopes toward the great river. Imrahil ordered his men to follow him as they ran through the gate and after the King of Gondor. Imrahil found Addramyr curled in a ball at the base of the river which flowed over the edge down into a pool. Suddenly the dragon swooped down and sprayed its fire over the area engulfing much of the forest as Imrahils leg was set alight, Addramyr fell down into the pool as Imrahil dived after him as many of the men were killed by the flames and many scattered for orcs could be heard in the woods. Imrahil climbed out of the pool and saw Addramyr looking up at the sky, he stood next to Addramyr and looked up to see a bird. Imrahil could see in the distance behind the bird the Dragon swooping at speed toward the men. Imrahil pushed Addramyr out of the way as the Dragon swooped over low scanning the area for them. Imrahil turned in horror to see that Addramyr had smashed his head on a rock and blood poured from his head down the stream. Imrahil picked Addramyr up and carried him down the valley leading to the sea. Imrahil spoke softly to Addramyr telling him to stay alive for he hurried to the ocean.
Donvan now spread his army over the barren snowy plains of the land, the battlefield was open for there were no mountains in sight just old ruins of the former kingdom of Morgoth. Morgoths army was 500,000 strong and had a Balrog at its helm. The men of the west command 180,000 for they had lost 20,000 through the battle at the border of the Norther Realm. Imrahil gasped at the sheer size of the army for he did not believe Morgoth had such an army. The King of the Sea smiled for it was his tradition of his people to die in great battles for honour and glory. Addramyr looked on and kept his eyes fixed on Donvan and his army for he desired revenge on his twisted brother. Donfolin marched out on the field in front of the men and looked at them smiling.
Donfilin lifted his sword up as he glared the men with his elf eyes, "Of course your afraid but what you men cant see is that you can win this fight for the orcs are ragged and do not follow orders well. We on the other hand have the advantage of strategy for we have the best captains in the west on our side. I think it is time that I revealed myself for I am Fingolfin servant of Manwe the elf who stood up to Morgoth and battled him but perished."
The men gasped for they had heard his legend as he fought in the first wars ever fought against Morgoth. Imrahil laughed as he had been marching with a great warrior of old and that gave him hope as all of the men gained hope from this and cheered to the surprise of the orcs. Fingolfin smiled and ordered the charge as the men followed as a wave of 180,000 men charged the front lines of the orcs.
Donvan looked to his orcs, "Hold your lines, spears!"
The orcs lifted there spears to the oncoming men but they broke through as a fierce fight erupted throughout the land for the battle had begun. Addramyr led a column charging down Donvans company as he looked for Donvan through the crowd of orcs. Imrahil and Fingolfin fought side by side as they commanded the central unit of men stranded in the middle of the orc army, Imrahil constantly shouting orders to his men and rallying them. Seon stood close to his King for he could see the wrath in Addramyrs eyes and grabbed the King away from Donvans company for they could lose the fight if Addramyr loses his strategy mind. As the battle was going ill for the orcs who were shocked at the sheer determination of the men a great thud was heard as the Balrog swooped down into the columns of men who were burned and smashed to pieces by the Balrog. Fingolfin ran toward the Balrog as Imrahil commanded the army in the centre on his own as he battled close combat with the orcs. Fingolfin smashed into the Balrog with his great sword damaging the Balrogs wing. The Balrog spun in shock and roared at Fingolfin who repeatedly struck the Balrog. The Balrog finally fell in a great roar as Fingolfin struck his sword deep into the Balrogs chest as it fell to the horror of the orcs. Fingolfin cheered as the men cheered and battled the dismayed orcs who were worried know as Donvan tried to keep them together. Morgoth watched from above as he sent down lighting onto the lines of men and snowy winds which pushed the men back. Addramyr was battling but could hardly fight for he was ill with fever and his heart shattered. Seon tried to protect his king but his column of men were failing slowly for Morgoth had aided his orcs and gave them encouragement. Addramyr could see Donvan through the crowd of orcs and quickly charged through them and dived on Donvan. The two men fought in the middle of the battle hand to hand, Donvan had the upper hand for he was stronger as he through the king like a rag doll to the ground and drew his sword.
Donvan smiled to Addramyr, "At last I can finish you once and for all pity you wont see your army being destroyed"
Addramyr quickly pushed Donvan with his boot and dived onto Donvan stabbing him repeatedly with his sword in the chest as Donvan gave a great cry and fell into darkness and never breathed on Middle Earth ever again. So passed Donvan son of Faramir and Debelos. Addramyr collapsed next to Donvan for his task had been done in his mind. Seon quickly rushed to the aid of his king as he held of many orcs to protect his king. Morgoth at last gave a great roar as out of the pits behind the battle beneath the ruins flew a great dragon of old. It was a mighty dragon which Morgoth froze for the future wars he would use it for, the dragon had golden scales and charged toward the battle. The Dragons breath swept across the battle as Imrahil gave a cry.
Imrahil yelled to his men, "Do not breathe in the dragon's breath for it will paralyze you"
Most of the men consumed the breathe and were frozen forgetting there name and what was happening as the orcs killed them easily. Imrahils face turned grave as a tear came down his face as his army crumbled about him. Seon and Addramyr and many of his men held against the oncoming orcs as Addramyr began to fight but was struck by an orc blad to the back as he fell to the ground. Imrahil ordered his column to join up with Addramyrs as they battled to reach Seon and Addramyr. Many of orc archers let reign many arrows down upon Seon and his men as Seon was struck in the eye by an arrow and fell next to his king in a pool of his own blood. Addramyr yelled in pain as he grabbed Seon who dyed upon impact, so passed the captain of the guard and Addramyr loyal protector. The orcs charged Addramyr and his men as Addramyr and his men were slaughtered upon the battlefield. Imrahil finally made it to the column but they were all dead as he and his men battled to protect the body of the king who had now passed away. Imrahil knelt down next to his King and nephew and he cursed the Valor.
Imrahil began to shed tears, "Curse the Valor, I could not save my nephew why take him so young from me. What is my purpose why have you troubled over me and not my nephew, my King!"
A tear from Imrahil splashed Addramyrs face as light gleamed again in Addramyrs face for he had not been killed but severely wounded, for the Valor did not see this coming the compacting of Imrahil may rule the fate of many as the Valor watched on in amazement. Imrahil quickly ordered his men to rally around him as he grabbed Addramyr and heaved him onto his shoulders. Imrahil looked about to see the King of Sea still battling far down the lines of orcs for Imrahil could not reach him in time. The great Dragon hovered above as it destroyed ranks upon ranks of the men who were helpless against such an evil. Imrahil grabbed the horn of Gondor from Addramyrs belt and blew into it for all the orcs of the land quailed for they dreaded the noise. The horsemen of the sea rallied to Imrahil as the men reformed there ranks to hold off the onslaught of orcs as they slowly retreated to the mountain range were there was plenty of shelter from the dragon. The King of the Sea knew what he must do and as he rode to the flanks of the orcs to distract them as Imrahil and his company of Knights escorted King Addramyr to shelter as quickly as they could. Fingolfin could be seen battling on as he noticed Imrahil and his Knights with Addramyr on Imrahils shoulders. Fingolfin hurried to the men as Morgoth caught the attention of his former foe who hurried to the mountain range were the small company of Knights were retreating.
Fingolfin spoke to Imrahil in haste, "This was indeed something I never saw, we did not now about a Dragon still dwelling here I am sorry Imrahil. Your purpose is still uncertain my friend but you must go quickly before you are all destroyed in this battle you have done all you can for the enemy is crippled in a way but stronger in other ways. As Fingolfin turned to attack the oncoming orcs Morgoth appeared a great blck figure in the clouds as he lifted his great mace to strike Fingolfin who perished long ago at the hands of Morgoth. Morgoths mace struck Fingolfins sword as he shone like a bright light battling the darkness which spread toward him and about him. The two great figures fought for great length as the entire battlefield looked on in amazement as these two mighty powers fought for much more than pride. Imrahil looked on in amazement but quickly saw this as a distraction to escape into the mountains as Fingolfin looked back at Imrahil and smiled for Morgoth struck down Fingolfin smashed him into the ground. Fingolfin vanished into many birds of spring which flew about Morgoth who looked about in amazement as light followed the birds which encircled the dark cloud. The cloud in which Morgoths figure was shown through was destroyed into a cloud of smoke as the birds flew right into the cloud destroying Morgoths presence in the area. Morgoths spirit returned to Minas Tirith as he commanded his own body and readied for his next move. One bird was left which flew above Imrahil and his men as it guided them through the mountains and back into Middle Earth. The battle still raged on between the few horsemen and the many orcs and the great Dragon which still flew over the area. Nothing more is said from the battle for no one survived who stayed to fight the orcs. Imrahil, Addramyr and his Knights of 50 men were now in a great lake area filled with many green beautiful trees of old. The men walked around in amazement for the bird had guided them to safety and it now disappeared over the hill top. Imrahil placed Addramyr to the ground beside a tree as he positioned his men in various points to warn of enemies. No one spoke for they were left hopeless for the battle had gone terribly ill, after moments of silence one of the men came running back to Imrahil.
The Knight stopped and woke Imrahil up who was dreaming, "My lord I am sorry to wake you but we have found something by the river down there, will you come and take a look my liege?"
Imrahil nodded and slowly walked behind the Knight down a great hill to a mighty river which streamed down over the cliffs into a river which travelled far down the valley. The men finally crossed the rocky water to a great bridge which was broken in two, beyond the bridge stood a mighty castle of old covered in ivy and other plant life. The castle was ruined but still had a presence about it, Imrahil commanded the Knight to bring Addramyr and the rest of the men to this point as he crossed the broken bridge to the castle entrance. Imrahil pushed open the rusty and stiff gate which opened into a great courtyard filled with many statues. Imrahil climbed the staircase which entered into a great hall filled with many treasures such as gold, jewels and ruby's. Sat on the throne of the hall was a skeleton with a great crown on top of it for there also lay many skeletons about the hall. Imrahil picked up many of the treasures looking at them closely and putting them down again as he walked toward the throne. At the base of the throne lay a great book of silver, Imrahil picked up the book wiping away the dust which covered it. The title of the book was in Elvish and common tongue the title read 'Of the ruin of Beleriand' the date was marked 'The First age'. Imrahil gasped for this was the home of Fingolfin, as Imrahil spoke to himself Fingolfin appeared in front of him as a glowing image.
Fingolfin smiled to Imrahil in his pleasant tone, "Ah my guidance was good then you have reached my Kingdom safely the book you have is a log of the final days of this great kingdom, how the dwarves betrayed us and the great dragon destroyed this land for it desired the treasure as did the dwarves. I led the army of this great land to battle Morgoth but none of us returned to the King my father was left to defend against a horde of dwarves, orcs and a great dragon as you can see they perished. I have brought you here to show you what will become of your realm if Morgoth stays in power and all of men are wiped out. New Beginnings will begin soon and you will live through this new Beginning Imrahil for you have been chosen to lead the next race of men and to guide them through the Beginning of days. I fear we will never meet again but I will leave you a guide to take you were you need to travel my friend, farewell and may the grace of my people protect you"
With this Fingolfin vanished into a bird which chanted to Imrahil who smiled at it, he quickly placed the book to the floor and exited the hall into the courtyard to hear screams and great crys. Imrahil quickly ran through the gate to the bridge were many of his Knights were running across the bridge in haste with Addramyr.
Imrahil quickly looked to his men, "What is it? Why are you men in haste?"
The Knight stopped in front of Imrahil, "My lord the dragon has found us we don't now how but it has many orcs with it they took a couple of our men"
Imrahil quickly ordered the men into the courtyard sealing the gate, Imrahil ordered the Knights to find an armoury of some sort. Imrahil climbed the wall and looked out over the now foggy terrain for the Dragons breath had spread through the woods. Addramyr lay in the courtyard motionless for he dreamed peacefully for the fever and wound grew ever more. The Knights returned with many weapons and bows as the men drew there bows ready to do battle.
Imrahil spoke to his men, "I am sick of running there will be no were to run to soon. Aim for the dragons chest it is its weak point, here they come!"
Imrahil ordered a first wave of arrows as the orcs charged toward the castle but as the men released there arrows the great bridge collapsed suddenly killing many of the orcs and stranding them from the castle. Imrahil looked up at the sky and laughed for Fingolfin was helping them, the orcs halted and retreated into the woods for a great roar could be heard and the Dragon flew through the fog spreading its fire toward the wall as the men ducked. The Dragon flew over the castle and returned for another run as Imrahil ordered the men to take shelter. Many of the men were burnt for they could not seek shelter in time as the Dragon landed into the courtyard looking at Addramyr who had awoken looking at the beast. Addramyr drew his great sword of the west which lit the whole area as he struck the dragon onto the head cutting it deep. The Dragon gave a great cry as it tried to breathe fire but it needed time to recharge its fire, Addramyr quickly struck it again this time hitting it just below its jaw as it cowered in horror. Suddenly the dragon breathed a great wave of mist which engulfed Addramyr who was frozen standing there wavering as the dragons breath had entered his body. Imrahil yelled as he jumped down with a spear and attacked the dragon fending it off over the wall.
Imrahil turned quickly to Addramyr shaking him, "Addramyr speak to me please, it is I Imrahil, tell me not the dragons breath has taken a hold of you"
Addramyrs face suddenly turned to horror as he yelled and screamed for his memory had been lost and he didn't now who he was as he ran out of the gate and down the slopes toward the great river. Imrahil ordered his men to follow him as they ran through the gate and after the King of Gondor. Imrahil found Addramyr curled in a ball at the base of the river which flowed over the edge down into a pool. Suddenly the dragon swooped down and sprayed its fire over the area engulfing much of the forest as Imrahils leg was set alight, Addramyr fell down into the pool as Imrahil dived after him as many of the men were killed by the flames and many scattered for orcs could be heard in the woods. Imrahil climbed out of the pool and saw Addramyr looking up at the sky, he stood next to Addramyr and looked up to see a bird. Imrahil could see in the distance behind the bird the Dragon swooping at speed toward the men. Imrahil pushed Addramyr out of the way as the Dragon swooped over low scanning the area for them. Imrahil turned in horror to see that Addramyr had smashed his head on a rock and blood poured from his head down the stream. Imrahil picked Addramyr up and carried him down the valley leading to the sea. Imrahil spoke softly to Addramyr telling him to stay alive for he hurried to the ocean.