[Edited by Strolen: Added paragraphs. Elfkin, split up these long ones to make them easier to read]
Ziranith sat mounted on the ridge, the air was crisply cool, he could see his breath, any moment now the the sun would rise, Ziranth loved the sunrise, the golden orb slowly lifted, gracing this cold earth with the heavenly warmth.
Then Ziranith found the irony of it all, his favourite part of the day was soon to be his tool for a massacre. He turned his elven steed so that he could view his camp, Five thousand elves made up his host of elven cavaliers, one half on the unimithian cavalry, he needed this force with him today, today was the last day, he was to meet with Prince Ranfral and the knights of Halero, an equally numbered and powerfull force, and attack the black castle of Vlame, to meet vlames legions. They would charge their mounts into glorious battle, though their force was dwarfed by the Undengrolk army.
The elves were waking, it was nearly time, Ziranith knew. He took one last look at the sunrise that was now apparent, could this be his last? he thought, He thought of his lover Valasinel, waiting for him in Ellivanor, upon his return they were to be wed. Ziranith smiled at the thought, his days of fighting would end, he would live a long and love filled life with Valasinel, should he survive. He thought of the last thing he said to her before he left. "I leave my heart here with you, I shall return for it." He had said. "If not, look to the sunrise, for i will make it one you have never seen, my spirit will grace it."
He shook away the thought of death, he was no longer the tender hearted, loving kind Ziranith of Uni-mith, he was now the brave, supreme cavalier leader of whom vorgul feared and the elves, men and dwarves respected. Dwarves, he scoffed at the thought, here like in middle-earth, (home of their kin to the west) the dwarves hid away in the mountains, avoided participation in this war, could they not see? should the elves and men lose this battle, they would easily sucumb to the dark menace.
It was time Ziranith knew. He trotted his horse into the camp, all the elves were up, as they were trained to be, tending their horses and putting on their armor, as he entered the camp, the elves hurried, his horse had taken its ninth step in to the camp, all the elves were mounted, armored armed and ready for his orders.
"Today." He yelled, beginning his pep speech. "We make history, we create glory. Yet glory is not the reason we give our lives today, we fight for our families, our children and wives, our comrades and this fair earth. Think of them, waiting for you. I bring each of you home to them, none will be truly lost, those who will die, do not be troubled, you will find peace beside Quehach in heaven. Though, let us not dwell on fear and death!! Let us raise the banners of Uni-mith and Conqaz upon Vlames fortress, let us turn his wretched death whole into a pure livng habitat only to snipe his spirit after we extinguish his wretched life. I will not see the white fountain of Uni-mith, become an Iron statue of Vlame, dripping blood instead of water, I will not see my love become a servant to Vlames twisted pleasures!!"
His voice quivering, creating rage from his most recent words. "We will turn the hell of Vlame away. Now we will do so. Follow me to your destiny. For the grace in us all." his last word was answered by a roar from his troops, that was call to arms. He turned his steed and headed dead east, towards a gathering black cloud, his army followed closely behind. His heart pounding, he was afraid, like they should be. Though Ziranith did not fear death, but what would come of his death, what would happen should he fail, then he replaced that fear with adrenaline, let them fear his wrath.
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Two hours had passed, they were on the outskirts of undengrolk. Ziranith looked to the south, to the sea, he saw them coming, nearly fifty boats, carrying men. Ziranith smiled his approval of their numbers, yet they still seemed a small force compared to what was to come.
As they landed, Ziranith wanted to go salut the mighty new king, Ranfral, who had claimed lordship over Conqaz at the death of his father. Yet Ziranith knew that they must do their work alone, they were men, their allies.
Then he saw them, a black wave came down the mountain ridges that serounded Undengrolk, the force was massive!! it streched fron ziranith to the human landing point, nearly four miles!! The reached the earth and were coming, it would be a matterof moments now. Ziranith could see that the humans had already engaged the enemy. Now it was his turn.
"HEVILIAS QUENCO SWEA!!!!" shouted Ziranith, raising Ouvulailio into thr air, the war cry, ride to destiny. th resounding cries from his wariiors shook the mountain side. He spurred his horse into a gallop, his army, lowered their lances and followed closely. They charged into the very bowells of hell, the horror that awaited them, ziranith charged, this was his charge. To destiny, death life, all became one. Ziranith charged on, to meet his fate and the fate of Hamset, wich was to be decided now.
Elfkin,
Tell me what you guys think.
