"I'm ambidextrous. I can laugh and slay at the same time." Curufin grins and swipes the heads off two more soldiers of the darkness, and then he kicks yet another into the stream with his iron-shod boot, breaking the Orc's neck.

"Cel's here already. He was never captured, and he and his friends are meeting us here." He gestures towards the south, where yet another army is pouring down into the basin of hills. It is the army of Eregion with their Dwarvish allies from Moria.

Sauron's troops swivel their heads in amazement, and a great cry of rage erupts from them.