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(even from the south downs, it would take a good while to get to Gundabad. This battle would be over by then. Besides, even if you got there, you wouldn't find any city.  Also, Glosur, you couldn't have dispatched a Cave Troll "easily," unless you were better than all nine members of the fellowship combined.)

The Orc, who was surely the lord of Gundabad, was surprised. He knew that the Dwarves were greedy and foolish, but were they really going to commit most of their military to this... this suicide? He turned to a servant.

"They're bringing in reinforcements. Initiate contingency plan two."

The advisor turned to a messenger. "Contingency plan two!" The Orc nodded and ran to deliver the message. "Just out of curiosity, my lord, how many contingencies do you have?"

"Twenty seven and a half."

The Orocarni reinforcements marched into the gates. They witnessed these two huge armies clashing, and were prepared to join their comrades with glorious purpose. Regrettably, that was not to be. For the Orc sappers high up in the cave directly above the reinforcements were initiating the trap that the lord of Gundabad had set. There was a rumbling sound, and the Orocarni Dwarves looked up to see the ceiling fall on them.

The faces of the Dwarves paled at the sight of their reinforcements crushed, while a cheer came from the Orcs. They continued their assault with a renewed fervor.

"initiate combat plan seventeen."

"Initiating combat plan seventeen."

The Dwarven commanders were closely monitoring the front line. The morale of their soldiers was down, while the Orcs was quite a bit higher. Suddenly, screams came from behind them. They spun around to see that they were being attacked from behind! The Dol Guldur and Mordor spider riders had charged into their unsuspecting rear, and more still were crawling down the walls for the attack. The Dwarves had been effectively surrounded.

Suddenly, a commanding voice echoed through the caverns.

"HOLD!" It was the Orc Glosur had seen, the one with the unsettling cunning glint in his eye. "Dwarves! Your attempts to reclaim your former home are valiant I do not deny. However, this is our home now. I do not blame you for seeking to regain what you once had, which is why I will make you a one-time offer. I will allow you Dwarves to leave our halls freely, with no more bloodshed, despite the many deaths you have caused this day, if you Dwarves will swear that you will never again try to evict us from our homes."

Meanwhile, in the Crimson Forest...

Umayr Stormtide and his men scouted the forest. It was most certainly no longer Lothlorien, it was now much wilder, with bears and large forest cats and more bush and brown-logged trees. However, beside the paths that led nowhere, there was not a sign of life in the forest. Just as he was about to leave, Umayr noticed something. A slight glint in a bush. He reached in and found a throwing star, seemingly of Elvish make.

"Oh." Said one of the Moon Sentinels watching from the treetops. "So that's where I left it." She noticed her partner was giving her a "You're a moron" look.

"Good going. Now he knows there's someone here. We'll just have to tell him to leave."

She lept from her treebranch and Umayr and his men jumped in surprise. "Leave this woods. You are not welcome here."

The other Sentinel jumped down as well. "And give me back my throwing star."