The stench of death fills the air; many battles have been fought these past years and Elves and Men have fallen here as they have on countless other battlefields during this seemingly endless war.

No more.

Today, I make my final stand. My family has suffered more than most in this fight against evil and for too long it has gone unavenged. I will put an end to that.

Picking up my spear, I call my troops to me, heartened to see the determination in their eyes, despite their weariness. We will fight on.

I will fight for my father, who after healing ancient wounds and performing many great deeds, fell to the balrog’s flames.

Starting the march to the battleground, I hear their heavily booted footsteps echo in my ears and the dust that rises invading my nostrils as we move towards the inevitable confrontation.

I will fight for my grandfather, whose valour and courage are legendary and whose marks Morgoth bore until he was at last defeated.

Reaching the line, I see once again the ranks of the enemy, the dark lines of vile, merciless creatures, who live only to kill whatever lies in their path.

I will fight for my great-grandfather, who became the first victim of the darkness when he dared to stand against it.

Hefting Aiglos, I raise it above my head and let out a battlecry, my own voice ringing in my ears. A moment later, it is echoed by those who follow me.

Together, we will fight for the first and greatest line of kings; that has stood proud since Elves first awoke in these lands. A line that will end today.

I charge.

END