Novel & Cerita Thranduil Battle Of The Five Armies

Lawson's entire body dimmed, and the five crowns behind his head disappeared one by one. The intense pressure originating from Lawson vanished without a trace. Feeling the changes in his body, Lawson chuckled and said, "Now, let's see how Theoden's going to brag. That guy always says he's the only one to guard that place. Well, now I can, too!" Shocked and confused, Chad asked, "Old man, what happened? Can you tell me the truth?" Lawson's smile faded, and he said solemnly, "There are some things you don't know. After your battle with Balaro, your grandfather, Theoden, went to the front lines. It was not just him; all 18 gods of war from the Davidson family went."

Their wounds closed, their strength returned, and they fought with renewed ferocity. Malakai's troops, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, stumbled backwards in disarray and disappointed. Thorne's warriors, now empowered by Eryndor’s presence, pressed their advantage and launched a devastating counterattack. The hesitation was over. The sound of swords, sharp blades of knives and daggers were in action

Wondering if what he saw earlier was just his mind trying to sooth him. The second Theoden noticed David, he rushed at him. Luca grabbed him by his collar, throwing him to the ground. Caesar came out from the fog of dust, startling Theoden at once. “Hah! My son and my enemy teaming up against me. Where’s your honor in playing fair.” “No need chatting Theoden. I’ve spent enough years doing that.” Caesar joined the brawl. Meanwhile… a blue mist moved over the field, searching the ruins. It made it to the top, stopping in front of Roxanne.

The thundering hooves, the glint of steel, and the cries of battle intertwined in a symphony of war, marking the decisive turning point in the final chapter of this epic confrontation. Dray, a force of nature on his warhorse, charged like a relentless storm into the heart of the enemy army. His steed thundered with unbridled fury, carrying him swiftly through the chaos of battle. With a mere lift of his axe, he cleaved through the ranks of the Merlocks, each swing a testament to his skill and ferocity.

With that, he cast his gaze across the battlefield, unable to shake the irrevocable awareness of her presence. To the south Soartin sat upon a dead Merdendi not too far away, his face stained with blood. His poleaxe rested against his shoulder. Sethlzaar had a feeling not once had his brother drawn his veils in the battle. Upon closer attention he realized that this battle had captives, something nonexistent in past battles. He'd thought it something they needed to work towards. However, he hadn't expected it so soon. "Lord Bilvion said it was necessary to take prisoners this time," Saelin told him, reading his expression.

Haldir put his hand on Ben’s shoulder and said, “Well, let’s go deliver this message and see what he wants so we can get out of here.” As he entered the Great Hall, Haldir lowered his head to Daniel and Rosemary. “Your Majesties.” Daniel shook his head as he approached the men. “I’ve told you before, it’s just Daniel.” Haldir smiled quickly with closed lips and said, “Daniel. This is…” “Thorin and Ben, yes, I know.” Daniel looked the two men over then pushed his black wavy hair off his face before extending his hand to Ben. “I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.”

“The ragged ends of your raiding party? Not even that. Had a lot of desertion, Thaelen? Did the Lords realize that Thaelen is no Thorarin? Is a vampire who spent weeks held captive by humans truly capable of leading Concordia?” If Diarf had seen the gathering of four armies to the rear of Gyrd’s strongholds, he had taken the diminishment of numbers as they had divided in preparation of the attack as a sign of desertion before battle, Thaelen thought. Diarf assumed that the third of soldiers that remained with him represented the total number of soldiers at Thaelen’s disposal.

An hour later… Adrian, Serena, Adrian and Lucian were in the front row of the army as their gaze fell on Elena and Killian who had already arrived. "Everyone of you must come back alive or so help me I chase you to the underworld and kill you again," Serena said as he stared at her companions. "We will," Adrian, Adam and Stephen said as they flashed an amused smile in her direction. The battle began with a loud howl, renting the air. The armies on both sides gulvanised into action. Within minutes, dead bodies began to pile up as the two armies engaged in battle. The forest had littered bodies almost on the wide plain.

“You speak of war against Troy and the Masked Alpha.” A hush fell. He rose slowly, his cane striking the stone floor like a war drum. “I fought beside Troy’s father,” Thorne said. “I remember when Bernard slit his throat in the rain. I remember when the Twilight throne burned. Now his son returns it from ruin with a mate carved from vengeance — and a son that wields forgotten flame.” He paused. “Do any of you think they will surrender him willingly?” “No,” Lysara whispered. “Then speak plainly,” Thorne growled. “Do we kill the boy... or do we prepare for a war that ends every bloodline?”

The champion staggered backward, howling as the golden light seared its void heart. Mae’s chains flared in resonance, answering Kaine’s power, but she could not reach him, could not save him. She screamed his name as his body collapsed, the light fading into nothing. Silence followed, brief and terrible. The swarm hesitated, the champion wounded but still standing. Mae’s sob echoed in the hollow quiet. Then the champion lifted its head. Its void pulsed again, wider this time, and Mae felt the prophecy closing around her like chains. The war had just begun.