Alagbor stood over the gate of the city, waiting for the enemy to reach. Standing next to him was Saria, Lossenisel, Nilalkar, Alunial and Duradar. All his close companions were ready to fight, and possibly to die for their people. They all had their bows, all painted red. The red bows, they were like some long lost forgotten tradition, and yet you did not feel secure without them.
They eyes of those Kokiri atop, the gate were fixed on one thing alone; that which slowly inched its way to the gate. It was none other than a gigantic battering ram, carved into the shape of great dragon.
"The gate will never sustain against that", said Alunial, darkly and quietly.
"Aye, we'll have to keep it inoperable", began Duradar looking over at her, "Lighten up, we're surrounded by your division's finest, they shall do their duty, and do it well. I place that much faith", Duradar turned his head away now, he could not bear to look into his old friend's eyes. She looked so emotionally tormented, and had seemed so since her son was killed.
Alagbor looked up at the sky, "What our fathers would think if they could see us now..." He said to no one in particular. Everyone looked at him for a moment.
Nilalkar sighed, "Let's show these grimey bastards how the Kokiri fight a war", he said loudly.
Alagbor raised his sword, "Alu ram!" (Water the walls!) He yelled. The Kokiri took up buckets over water (many of them) and began pouring them over the walls, soaking and slicking them.
"Desiel Pilin!" (Bows ready!) he yelled. Along the wall there were a few repeating shouts. The archers knocked their arrows and awaited the next call. Alagbor paused now, waiting for the mass of orcs and moblins to enter firing range. He thought now, all he has suffered thus far, has led him down this path. With all the minor events that have thus claimed its casualties, there was no telling what this battle would do to his people.
He shook of the thought, "Utta!" (hold!) he yelled. The black mass had slowed, apparantly trying to form ranks of sorme sort.
"Utta!" They neared firing range, but they were not quite close enough.
"Anna!" (Present [arms]!) The enemy went into charge
The sudden war-cries of the black enemies were deafening, with a thrust of his sword Alagbor yelled, "Naur!!!" (Fire!!!) Every archer on the wall released their bows and below, entire lines of orcs and moblins fell. The Kokiri raised their bows again, and again in unison they fired. Again, below, masses were thinned to rabble. After their third volley, the Kokiri went at ease and fired at will.
Alagbor ran to the inner edge of the gate and called to a mounting Lossenisel below, "Los, give my brother the order to fire all Catapults!"
"Alag!" Yelled Alunial. Alagbor spun around, "They're reaching the wall!" She continued pointing dow over the side.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the battle,
Firth peered through his telescope at the onslought of his lord's troops, "If I'm not mistaken sire, I must say this is a rather faltering charge", he protested. He and Ganondorf were mounted on horses in the very back lines on a slightly raised hill.
Ganon nodded, "I know that, but soon the entirety of the host will charge forth, and the wicked little Kokiri imps will be overwhelmed", he explained with a quiet cackle.
Firth laughed, "Nearly takes the honor out of it", Ganon shot him an ifuriated look.
"N-ne-nearly", stuttured Firth nervously.
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"Watch out for those ballistas! They'll shoot in grapples!" Yelled Alagbor down the line. Alunial lit an arrow on a nearby torch and fired at one of the ballistas, incinerating it. But there were to many of them, and some bore protective armor. Many were launched, bearing giant grappling hooks on ropes, and they embedded themselves in the upper portions of the walls.
"Don't let them up! Cut down those ropes before we are over-run!" Yelled Alagbor running down the line. Some Kokiri tried to climb out an cut them; most were successful, some plunged to their deaths.
They're putting up rope ladders!" Yelled Haelyon, sprinting along the wall toward Alagbor.
"They're well covered by ballistas and orc-archers, we can't cut down the ropes until the archers are gone", said Haelyon. Suddenly from over their heads, great rocks and burning balls of canvas and wood flew over their heads from the giant trebuchets high in the city. Most of the projectiles though over-passed the attacking forces, putting holes in the main masses of the enemy.
"Very well; Bring out the Altas!" Yelled Alagbor.
Out of the large pavillions set back on the wall came the massive wooden fighting mechs, driven by their well-trained pilots sitting in controling seats in the chests of the humanoid machines. Leading them was young Hallimacil, the younger brother of Haelyon. As they walked out to the edge of the well, Kokiri in their path step aside, looking in awe at the massive wooden warriors, who were usually stowed away in safe-houses. Alagbor and Haelyon ran dow the wall ordering the Altas to target the orc-archers and to cover the Kokiri trying to cut away the ropes.
The Altas raised their arms, massive yet light enough for the gears and pilots to lift them with little difficulty. Suddenly in great bursts of fire, the Pilots triggered many of the mounted crossbows on the arms, firing them in a rapid speed. Below, orc-archers, so terrified at what seemed like magic, began to turn and flee. The Altas continued to fire, as did the Kokiri archers, and teams of aids would reload the Altas, and enemied still could not mount the walls of Firimar Tal.
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Behind the battle Firth, who was still peering through his telescope, frowned.
"What in the blazes.... are those?" He murmured, "Sir, you ought to have a look at this. Strange mechanical-like warriors, all wood, repeatedly firing arrows", described Firth.
"What?" Questioned Ganondorf looking through his own telescope.
"They're tearing apart our archery lines!" He yelled.
"Send every last batallion in NOW!!" He screamed in an outrage.
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Meanwhile atop the gate, the giant ram was slowly encroaching, "Keep all the fire fixed on that Ram!" Yelled Alunial to her division. They continued to fire at the armored Dodongos pulling the Ram ever closer. Occasionally on would explode, slowing the Ram; but another always came forth to continue the job of the exploded.
"Duradar, they're on the wall!" Cried Saria pointing down the far end, where moblins were piling onto the battlements. The Kokiri over there were becoming overwhelmed.
"Come on!" Yelled Nilalkar running past Duradar and Saria. They and a few others rushed down the wall and into the moblins. Saria held up her staff, it began to quiver and glow green; and upon pointing it at a moblin, a bright green orb of fire was hurtled at the beast, killing it. She continued this process as Duradar and Nilalkar charged into the enemies, struggling to get to the ladder they were climbing. Nearby a loaded Alta aproached, and taking aim at the ladder released a frenzy of arrows knocking most of the climbing feeds off.
This, though was not the only place where the walls had been scaled, at the other side, Alagbor and Haelyon were trying to supress another breach. Slaching through countless orcs in graceful motion, they reached the ropes and ladders their foes were climbing.
"Aye, help me cut it Hael!" Called Alagbor. But as they leaned over the wall, they were nearly blown to pieces by a large volley of orc arrows.
Ducking down behind the battlement Haelyon said, "They have the ladders re-inforced still"
Alagbor nodded, "They've sent the entire host against the wall, there'll be no stopping them now", he said looking around. Bodies of the both enemies and Kokiri were accumilating on the ground. The walls had now been mounted in many places and the top of the walls were in chaos.
"Alagbor behind you!" Yelled the familiar voice of Galandrim. The two Kokiri stood up just as three moblins lunged over the battlement at them. Legolas, who had approached with Galandrim, fired and fell one of them; and Haelyon and Alagbor hacked down the other two.
"I suppose the 'behind you' pull worked this time", said Galandrim as he Legolas ran by, heading for the gate.
Legolas stopped for a moment and turned toward Alagbor, "Wonderful day for a battle, no? Thankyou for inviting me" He remarked cracking a smile. He was wearing the leather chestplate that had been crafted for him, and with the amount of scratches an dents on it, it would seem it was a good thing he wore it.
The ram had almost reached the gate now, and many of Alunial's archers had to avert their attention to attacking enemies on the walls.
Alunial ran down the wall now summoning every archer she could to go and fire on the ram's tugs.
"Fire on the Ram, do not allow it to reach the gate! The city must not be breached!" She called. But it was too late. The ram was lugged up to the city gate and was now being prepared to bring it down.
Alagbor and Alunial returned to the gate and peered down at the massive thing. It was a giant hoisted by great pillars with armor plating forming a roof atop it. But as Saria looked at it, she noticed there were catwalked connecting the pillars; and the ropes holding up the ram were accessible there.
She turned to Alagbor, "Alag, what of those catwalks, if we could lower onto them, we could down the ram", she said pointing at it.
Alagbor thought for a moment bofore agreeing, "Right then, You, I and Alunial and some others will be hoisted down. Alunial's archers will hold them at the ladders, while we will dash around the boardwalks and cut the supports for the ram", he explained.
They were carefully levered down on ropes, and amazingly every one of them mad it unharmed to the catwalks on the ram, where they easily subdued all the orcs there with their bows. Kokiri archers on the catwalk immediately rushed to the stairwell leading to the ground and began shooting off any approaching enemies. Alagbor, Alunial and Saria, amidst dodging incoming arrows, managed to cut all the ropes, and the ram came crashing down.
"Everyone, back up the walls!" Yelled Alagbor and they grabbed back onto their ropes and quickly pried back up. But upon reaching the top, they realized just how dire the situation on the walls was becoming. Orcs and moblins were over-running the walls, and some of the walls had already been comprimised. Despite the immense loss of life in the enemy hordes, they were still taking the wall.
"Alagbor, the wall is taken!!" Yelled Lossenisel pointing his sword down the length of it. Like a sudden flood of black mud, the enemy hordes made on last great charge onto the walls, and the Kokiri were forced to withdraw into the city. They were unable to hold the walls, and the fight would be forced into the city.
"Everyone pull back, pull back into the city!!!" Yelled Alagbor heading for the stairs. He stopped suddenly, watching Hallimacil. His Alta was damaged and inoperable as he jumped out and drew two swords, he looked injured.
Haelyon's eyes widened as his brother charged into a mass of Moblins, "Hal!!! NOOOO!!!!" He yelled as his younger brother was run clean through by an orc blade. He fell, dead before he hit the ground. Alagbor's face wen pale, but quickly came to, this was no time for mourning, though his moral had sunk to a brand new low. He and Nilalkar had to pull Haelyon away, who screamed in anguish in despair, fury mixed bitterly into tears.
"YOU BASTARDS!!!" He yelled between sobs at his enemies as he tried to break free of his companions' hold.
Many losses had been suffered on the walls, but many more were to come, for the battle was now to be fought within the city.
