Chapter One: The Grand Host of LightWoodpecker of the Dunedain and Tuor of Dol Amroth surveyed the army camped below, in the hills just east of Lorien. The troops had been arriving for nine days now, but the army was still too small. More than 500 soldiers had come, from all 3 races, but that was a quarter of what they had hoped for. “Tuor, we need more soldiers, and quickly. I must leave Lorien soon to rejoin my army in a few days. I can travel with you as far as Rohan, but only if the army is ready to leave then. And it is not,” spoke Woodpecker. “Do not worry my friend. The heralds must be given a bit more time to return. I expect the army will double in size over the next few days. Then we can march forth, and as word of us grows, so will the army.” “I pray you are right. The Forces of Darkness press hard upon us. We cannot spare much more time.” A trumpet sounded. Suddenly, over the hills from the North, a host of Dwarves came marching: 160 strong and ready for battle. “See, they come already!”
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