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Glosur sighed at the love-struck elf. Eureka was as blind as as a mole when it came to that stuff. The armies were all in place in Mordor, we looked at the vales of Nurn and Glosur took out his horn. Letting out a low sound that was not loud, but it went far. A dwarven war horn. The sound was not meant to alert the enemies, but to go through the solid stone of mountains. Slowly many horns responded, making a chorus of dwarven horns.

"My people have responded! To war!"

All the forces of the free people, even a hobbit or two, charged into Mordor. Dwarven steel clashed against Orc steel. The Alliance of the free peoples cut through the dying orc breed. One man was yelling victory! We have victory! Then the Balrog came. Its skin as black as night, cut the head straight off the man.