And with that the General called them into their charging lines and ordered all to prepare, for battle had come upon them sooner than they had hoped, and the siege of Eregion had advanced to its outer most border. In the midst stood Celeborn of Doriath and Elrond; and to the northwest of the battle, advanced the great host from Lindon and the northern marches of the land they called Eriador, led by Erenion Gil-galad. Celebrin and Alphindil waited anxiously for the call to the fray, they awaited the signal amidst the silence. The standard bearer watched the great host join their own on the slope of the great hill of the border.
Then in the darkness of the impending night a flash shone in the northwest, a great lamp was unveiled and could be seen by all- the signal had been given- the horns of the Noldor let out their cry and the lines of charging climbed the last leg of the mighty hills of Eregion and all eyes beheld the fray in the valley. The echoes of the horns called out the night and where there stood a host a great lamp was lit so that it seemed as if the stars themselves called them to battle. Then they raced after the charging generals and captains, and swords were drawn out in the twilit night.
Celebrin held aloft Lin-gladaear, and it shone an icy blue, yet was out shone by the star-lit face beneath it that cried out into the midst of the battle, and behind him came a golden light, holding forth his great bow and letting loose shards of lightning before the twilit warrior, so that any orc in their path, who turned his head in the fray to see the charging host, saw a fiercly lit star and a golden flash of thunder and then was silenced by an arrow or was hewn by a flashing sword or was trampled beneath the feet of two white steeds. The twain warriors rode headlong into the host of orcs, breaking the first onslaught and riding towards the midst of battle, yet seemed to have a desired target. The white steed of the silver twilight rose above the heads of the orcs and its rider held aloft a great horn made of shell and laced with bronze, it's sound called aloud to all Teleri, but one in particular heard it's melody, a silver-haired Lord, whose deep green and silver armor was covered in the blood of those foul creatures at his feet, and when he saw the sight he smiled and cried out to all around him,
"To me, hosts of Doriath lost, To me, elves of the world before the Sun, TO ME!!!"
And all who heard this cry cried out,
"To the last prince of the Sindar! To the Silver-lord!"
And around him gathered armed elves dressed in both gold and green, gray and silver too, and they charged forth to the call of the shell horn of Mithlond, and the twain warriors of gold and twilight met the many-hued host of Celeborn and drove back the forces of the dark land in the east, while the golden host of Erenion drove the forces of Angmar back to the frozen lands of the north, both of which were sorely decreased in might, though with much sacrifice and loss of many a valiant life, for on that day the General of the host of Mithlond fell, his last thought being the star-fired eyes of the sea-gray warrior and the scar upon his cheek, and a thought of hope renewed for the sundered lines of Eldar.
Though the battle it seemed had ended in victory that day, Eregion was utterly destroyed, and would not rise again to it's once former glory, for all had left the birthplace of the rings of power, and followed their lords to a place unseen. And Erenion Gil-galad, Elrond, and the Lord and Lady of Eregion met in the middle of the battle plain, sore with battle and covered in blood, and said their greetings beneath a tent's cover.
As for Celebrin and Alphindil they had no place in the councils of the Lords, though many called them the twin Spears of the Eldar, and cheered them and their courage. They retreated to a quiet stream near by that had, by some luck, not been tainted by orc or Eldarin blood. There they dressed each other's wounds, on Alphindil a tear upon his left leg, and broken ribs from the hammer of a troll. On Celebrin bruised hands and a dislocated arm, as well as a small gash upon his head.
"You are lucky," said Alphindil in jest, "that that spear only grazed your head and did not pierce it, or someone would have chastised your body for not wearing a helm."
"And you are lucky, the troll's attention was easily taken by my own slashing upon his hide from breaking the rest of your ribs."
"I thank you for that..."
"And I thank you for pulling me from the spear's path in time."
After they had washed and dressed their wounds they returned to the host that was already preparing to move, and was already tearing down the tent of the Lords and Lady. Celebrin quickly found a Sindar he met upon the battle field and asked him what had been the orders from the Lord Celeborn. To which the elf replied,
"The high orders from Erenion Gil-galad are to follow the host of Elrond Half-elven to a secret refuge, in haste and in secrecy; the northern forces return to Eriador, to regroup, and cover our tracks from the attack from Angmar. To you personally Twain Spears, the Lord Celeborn wishes to speak with you..."
The elf was interrupted by the call of the Noldorin horns and the sound of the golden hosts movement in the direction of the setting moon. He left them and returned to packing his belongings or rather what was left of them. Celebrin returned to his friend and repeated the news to him, then after hesitated before asking,
"Where now do you go, mellon nin, your road and mine seem to diverge now, for you know now what I must do to uphold my honor to my Teleri kin."
"Do not be so hasty to part, our roads lie together for a little while at least to this refuge of mystery, there I shall answer your question."
And they took their white steeds and rode into the host of Sindar and Noldor that were to follow Elrond. When they arrived there they saw then what years of sundering had accomplished, for on one side prepared a golden host, beneath a banner of white stars on a field of blue, Noldor from Mithlond, Lindon, and Eregion; and to the other side a host of gold, green, gray and silver beneath no banner, Sindar from Mithlond, and the scattered tribes who lived in the outskirts of Eregion. And in the gap between stood a Lady dressed in a white, red-stained gown, who wore a dark-steel breastplate and whose toussled golden hair shone in the night; beside her stood a tall elf Lord dressed in dark gray, green, and silver armor, and whose silver hair mingled with the gilded tresses of the lady beside him, shimmering like the two trees of myth and history. They too stood beside white horses and were prepared for journeying.
Celebrin rode with his friend closer to the Lord and Lady, and before them they dismounted and bowed down before them, and Celebrin spoke,
"Forgive me my Lord for interrupting your business, but one of your folk told me you wished to speak with me and my companion."
"Indeed Uialion, long years it has been since our eyes saw each other. As for my request of your presence, I had wished that you would ride beside me... as my standard bearer, for sadly my own hath perished in the first assault upon Eregion; would you accept this charge?"
Shocked Celebrin replied, "It...it would be my honor hir nin"
"Then in this I am glad, for I have longed to see a kinsman again, and for the banner of my house to be held by one of Uial's noble house again... Alas forgive my crude manners...Celebrin Elornion of the house of Uial, I wish to introduce you to my dearest wife, Galadriel of the house of Finarfin."
At this introduction, the Lady in white laughed with a voice of bells and wisdom, for indeed her eyes though joyful, held her ages within her, making the two companions feel as though they were children again, instead of grown Elven soldiers. She then spoke in a deep and melodious voice,
"My husband, you jest in the most in opportune moments, you know well enough that I know of Celebrin Tathirilion... Anann le u-gennin Uialion, el sila nan lu e-govaded vin. (I have not seen you for a long time son of Uial, a star shines on the occasion of our meeting)"
"Guren linna a chened le, hiril nin (My heart sings to see you, my lady)," Was all he managed to say to her in reply, for he had forgotten her beauty and her radiance after those long years he spent in Mithlond.
"It is said that the men of the Sindar tend to forget their manners, who is your valiant companion Tathirilion? For he is undoubtedly wordless."
It was true, Alphindil stood mesmerized by her beauty, her wisdom, her sight of all things. His eyes would not leave her gaze, or rater she would not leave his, and he felt her thought reaching into his, reading his thoughts and laughing at his flattery.
"My... my name is Gaereledh Alphindil, son of Oianar of the land of Gondolin, and the host of Turgon, and Brilmiriel, Lady of Vanyimar."
The Lady and Lord smiled and Celeborn asked,
"By what name shall we call you my son? For it seems you have as many as Elornion."
"My companion hath called me Alphindil when we met, that name I now hold dear."
Celeborn looked at Celebrin, smiled and said,
"So shall your name be with us."
When the host was ready to leave the four riders rode to meet Elrond Half-elven and another of silver hair beside him, who smiled when she saw the Lord and Lady, and addressed them as her parents. Then the host in the midst of the night rode into the dark forest, and disappeared into the mist.