What if...
What if Akallabêth won the skirmish at Tyl Annun?
A battle was raging in Annuminas, but it was the task of Elianiour and Isilorbor to face a darker treat then that of the common foe, their task was to defeat the false king of Annuminas, the two quickly made their way through the city disguised as Angmarim and arrived at Tyl Annun the home of the beast after sneaking through the city for some time.
Elianiour and Isilorbor decided to split up and search the island for Akallabêth, Elianiour was the first to find him.
Elianiour ran down the stairs, she looked around her for signs of her foe, Akallabêth whom was to fall in order to claim a victory over the Angmarim of Annuminas. She found Akallabêth sitting on a grand steel throne in the middle of a great hall of old, the room was unguarded and the doors where wide open, seeing this as her chance Elianiour quickly stormed up to Akallabêth shouting the words
"Agannûlun ugruda ki Akallabêth, Ki-yâdi Bâ ki-nakhahê! Ki-yadahê êphalak!"
Akallabêth laughed and stood up.
"Did you really think one such as I would fall with such ease elf?" His words cold and grim.
Elianiour was startled as no effect was to be seen, and then she remembered. SHE MISSED ONE OF THE THREE SCEPTERS!
"No... No... I…. I…" Elianiour muttered.
Akallabêth drew his sword and ran up to her. Elianiour tried to run out but as she came closer to the doors they began to shut, she was trapped! Trapped in a room with such a beast! Elianiour drew a sword and tried to fend Akallabêth off but this was of no use, Elianiour’s fate remains unknown to us but it is likely she fell at the hands of this beast, leaving yet another sceptre at Akallabêth’s bidding. Hearing screams coming from the great hall of old kings Isilorbor quickly made his way towards it only to meet Akallabêth half way.
"Your last hour has arrived you beast!" Isilorbor shouted.
"Thy fool, I told you that I wouldn’t show thy mercy again!" Akallabêth said smoothly whilst slowly striding forth to meet Isilorbor.
Isilorbor quickly drew his sword and charged in, making a wide swing in an attempt to cut Akallabêth’s throat, but alas Akallabêth dodged the sword with great ease and leaped forward to stab Isilorbor in his chest with a small silver dagger he had slipped out of his sleeve.
"This… can’t... be...!" Isilorbor moaned in pain and staggered back clasping his hand tightly to his chest. The world began to blur, and quickly he fell down onto his knees. Things around him became ever shadier and Isilorbor struggled to stay conscious.
"You dog, Is this all you can do, how disappointing!" Akallabêth laughed and slowly walked up to Isilorbor to finish what they started. He stood but a foot away from Isilorbor and laughed at the captain of men who was now near death, Akallabêth grinned showing his teeth and drew the great iron chain he bore down from over his shoulder.
"I will make your death painful, captain of the west" Akallabêth’s words sounded like poison fouling the very air in and around the great city of Annuminas, bringing the Angmarim soldiers who were fighting with the defenders all throughout the city to a halt.
The soldiers of Angmar all began to roar and cheer as a dark voice spoke, all fell silent and listened to these words as they where the beginning of greater wars.
"Defenders of the free! Lie down your weapons and hear the screams of your captain, for he has failed to defeat me!"
Akallabêth pulled his chain tightly around Isilorbor’s neck and began to strangle him to death; the chain clasped tighter and tighter around Isilorbor’s neck and pierced his skin. Akallabêth clearly had pleasure in doing this horrible deed and laughed at the screams of pain from Isilorbor. This went on for what seemed to be hours and hours until finally Isilorbor’s body gave in, Isilorbor the captain of the defenders had fallen!
Many of the brave defenders fought on, and died whilst doing so, Imrial and Lessel quickly made their way up north with the elves of Duillond whom had come to aid the defenders and of course the few surviving defenders, amongst these fleeing elves and defenders where men such as Zelderan who was injured by his own men who shot at him whilst Zelderan was sneaking through the city disguised as an Angmarim as Isilorbor and Elianiour did.
Few survived this horrible onslaught at Annuminas and fewer had the guts to go down south again after this horrible battle.
Sillence before the storm.
The shadow that came down from Annuminas was darker then before Akallabêth knew he could not be beaten, the free people threw everything they got at him and yet his might has not been put into decline with Isilorbor slain and the scepters broken all was set for the conquest of Eriador, something he had been planning for weeks already.
The survivors from Annuminas together with the rangers of the north and the elves of Duillond headed south away from the hills of the Evendim with all haste cursing Akallabêth as they went while taking more refugee’s with them where ever they passed telling the poor souls who called those lands their homes that all hope had been lost. While most elves went back to Duillond and most men fled to Bree or lands far beyond some decided all that could be done was a last stand, the location they had chosen was the pass that ran from the hills of the Evendim down towards the shire. Irmiel and Zelderan where those who had taken over the lead of these defenders, the hobbit village to the north was broken down and the wood used in the houses was quickly piled up and used into creating a wall to blockade the pass, the hobbits whom lived there where told to flee and get far away from this place as their legs could carry them.
"Get those walls up men! Hurry it; Akallabêth won’t wait for us to finish preparing!" Zelderan shouted.
"Do you really think this pathetic wall will do us any good Zelderan?
I doubt it will prove of much use during the battle." Irmiel said calmly.
"It is better then fighting in the open field, and it is the only shot we’ve got here"
Zelderan quickly turned his back to Irmiel and headed towards the men trying to get the wall upright he walked with a limb and seemed unable to put up much of a fight due to his taken injuries during the battle at Annuminas where he barely escaped alive. Irmiel sighed and turned back to some elves that had stayed behind with the men amongst those elves where Imrial and Rasheke, as Irmiel approached Imrial stood up.
"Sister, we should leave these foolish Atan and head to Duillond following the path of the others."
Irmiel nodded towards Imrial knowing it would be better to leave the sight indeed, the elves where few in numbers and would most likely not be missed during the fight.
"Imrial, we cannot leave, the morale of these men is already wavering if we leave now they will brake and rout" Irmiel spoke with a firm tone towards Imrial who in turn sat down again and shaked her head thinking of this foolish last stand
"I still think we should leave" Imrial muttered softly.
Some days had passed, days where the shadow to the north seemed to have frozen in, but alas this was just the silence before the storm that was to come...
