The Last Great War

[Rubeus]

Many years have passed since the War of the Ring. Gondor is still in a state of peace with Aragorn still on the throne. Eomer has passed on and his son Eorlas has ruled over Rohan in relative peace. The Shirelings have coexisted with the world of Men quite well. The Dwarves have remained within their mountain halls and have not bothered with the worries of the outside world. However, despite the peacefulness, a great shadow has taken form in the far southeast. Evil men from Harad and corsairs from the deep south have been making their way to what used to be Mordor. <the next person can fill in the rest>

[Beren One-Hand]

Gorthrond and Gothran, the princes of Harad, led a massive army of corsairs and Haradrim to the destroyed tower of Barad-dur. There Gothran took entire control of the Haradrim, while Gorthrond took control of the corsairs. And they both ruled the Army of the South together. Secretly and massively building up thier armies, searching out the orcish tools of war and training the troops that the already had. Untill they finally had enough men and specially bred trolls to attack the Gondorian port city of Pelargir.

[Rubeus]

Far to the North, there was a small encampment of Dunedain Rangers. They were led by a man called Rubeus. He was the son of Ronann, who, before he died, was the second greatest Lord of the North (next to the now king of Gondor, Aragorn). Whispers of an ever-growing shadow in the South had been going around, and the men had been going out every day to scout the surrounding lands. One day, a scout came sprinting into the camp and ran straight to the large tent in the center of the camp where Rubeus stayed. "My Lord, our brothers to the South have confirmed reports of Hardrim pouring into the ancient borders of Mordor. They have also confirmed that a good-sized detachment of them along with a group of Corsairs are making their way to the Gondorian port city of Pelargir." "Very well," replied Rubeus, "tell the men to break camp, we ride for Minas Tirith on the morrow."

[Beren One-Hand]

Along the way the Dunedain, saw a small company of riders. As the riders approached, the Dunedain noticed Gondorian banners. Three riders came out to meet them an elf, a dwarf and a man. The man spoke, "Hail Dunedain, we have seen the mighty armies of the South. We are all Minas Tirith could spare. My name is Beren, and I bring with me, Gimli the dwarf, Legolas the elf and a company of elite Knights from Dol Amroth."

[Rubeus]

"Very well," said Rubeus, "we shall accompany you and your men to the Black Lands. However, I wonder if you might know the state of Rohan."

[Beren One-Hand]

I will send a scout to Rohan to find out what we can, but we shall hasten to Pelargir.

[Rubeus]

Of course, let us go then. Be prepared for an onslaught of unspeakable proportions though.

[Beren One-Hand]

So, after a few hours riding, They arrived at the last hill before Pelargir. As they arrived, they saw a massive fleet of Umbardrim. Beren turned to Rubeus, now what do we do? We could go into the city and help fortify it, or we could hide in these hills and wait for the right moment to ride against them. we could split up. What do you say?

[Rubeus]

You take some of your men and try to get across the river, send a small detacment into the city to gather what volunteers you can,we'll stay here. When I stand up and wave the flag of Gondor, we'll catch the Corsairs in a crossfire and then we'll send the men from the city to charge the ships. If our luck holds out, we can overtake them with our strategy.

[orithil]

Durial chased the last of the wargs away with a small contingent of rohirim.
"Hey!, look the banner of gondor" cried one of the men, Durial rode out to meet him "what news from Gondor?."
"I have been sent by Beren too see the state of rohan, is all well?"
"ahh, there have been many warg and goblin attacks lately but nothing we cannot handle is there anything Gondor needs, are they in need of aid?"

[Beren One-Hand]

Beren turned to one of his men and said, Tarcil, Take three men into the city and see if you can get enough for a charge.Then he turned to Rubeus I need you to send about 8 men with me so they can return with the boats, otherwise the corsairs are gonna see them and suspec something. And if my scout gets back have him stay with you, or join the charge.

[Rubeus]

I shall join the charge when the time is right. By the way, I have received word from Rohan. King Eorlas plans to send a detachment of his finest Rohirrim to aid us.

[orithil]

IN few minutes Durial and a company of rohhirim armed with bows and spears and swords came riding over the hill top :"beren" Durial began "i have been sent by king Erolas how can we assist your cause?"

[Beren One-Hand]

What do you think Rubeus? I think we should send them on the fields far away from the castle. And have them charge at the same time my men charge out of the castle they will charge in and meet in the middle, once that happens you come out, and push one side of the army into the mountains while the calvary pushes the other side into the water. I will swim to the boats and board them with my men.

[orithil]

I am willing to do anything if it means the death of those corsiars by life or death.
Durial hits his hand against his chest and bows.

[Rubeus]

"Aye, we shall stick to that plan, Duriel, when you see my signal, you and your men come charging towards the river and we shall overtake the corsairs."

[orithil]

"we ride yells durial and him and his men ride off to wait for the signal.

[Beren One-Hand]

As Beren and his men were getting to the other shore, the corsairs could be seen. "Quicklly get in position everybody," he said to his men. Then he drew an arrow, and crouched beside a tree in some bushes. As the Corsairs drew nearer, one of beren's men said ", Should we fire now?" "No wait for the signal," he replied.

[Rubeus]

As the ships moved closer to the shore, Rubeus stood up and began to wave the flag of Gondor. It was the signal.

[orithil]

Durials men charge down with full force straight towards the corsairs and the rohhirim archers begin firing their bows.