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Darimdam was sent by the witch-king to meet up with a force intended to crush the resistance in Osgiliath. Golmag had been upset about his assignment to Darimdam, but went along with it anyway. "The nine plus Eorthelm the Wildman were there as well as a new captain called Darimdam, Sir." Said the scout to Faramir. "We cannot hold back this force. We can only make a fighting retreat to Minas Tirith, and hopefully accomplish something." Said Faramir. "The enemy will likely attack from the north side." Said Madril, Faramir's lieutenant.

-5 hours pass-

Gothmog smiled a churlish grin. The boats were low in the water from the thousands of orcs. Darimdam was watching as orc snaga put steel armor on his new mount. Eorthelm was preparing for the slaughter to come. Golmag was eating a mix of a very, very, spicy root, raw warg meat, and the ground up bones of men that was traditional for warriors from his tribe to consume before battle. The Nazgul and Darimdam prepare to take to the skies. The Gondorians had left the eastern side practically unguarded. The forces of evil attacked the weak defense, punching a hole in the Gondorian ruins. The Fellbeasts were reeking havoc on the retreating troops, until, a great light caused the 10 creatures to flee. Gandalf, who had ridden in great haste to Gondor on Shadowfax, had arrived on the Pellenor in the nick of time. The Mordor host wasted no time in besieging the city. The battle of Minas Tirith was begun.