The Saga of the Nârmacil, the Flame-sword: The Game!!

[Arat-Falathion]

Trees, grass, rocks and dirt were flying by as the elven army, led by Loriel and Elrond, ran through the woods of the Trollhaws. Elrond felt the blood pumping in his vains, he truly loved his home, and if Rivendell would fall, then so would he. Therefor he did not calm down totaly after the sound they had heard from Rivendell; after all, it was unfamilliar... he ran in deep thoughts and didn't notice where they ran, or that Loriel had just stoped in front of him. He ran right into her. "ouch!" Both of them fell to the ground and Elrond noticed that they had just passed the forest and were right now at the shore of the river. They both staggered back to their feet; and that was when Elrond noticed the same thing as every other elf in the army already had noticed, the why Loriel had suddenly stoped. It was the powerful voice of an Istar!
The voice led through the ground and through the air, and they were all terrified by its mighty strenght. (*I will not write those words for the third time*) Suddenly an explotion of green-white light filled the sky all over Rivendell, and to them it looked like fireworks, only of a nearly blinding sort. They had to raise their arms infront of their eyes because of the sticking light. Seconds later a powerfull and magical sound and then a terrible shacking of the ground followed; and as Elrond, Loriel and the rest of the elves once again could raise their heads and look towards where the light had exploded, they now could see a huge tornado tossing screaming orsc into the sky.

"Hahaha!" Elrond smiled releafed. "Texol... dear old, wise Texol; he who can control the wind. This truly brings happieness to my heart."
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- Arat-Falathion