Aearandir Alfiriel Curugirion Ephendir Hallothel Telepara Istuir Loth-i-Lonnath Cirdamir

It was night, everyone was resting, some were busy cleaning their weapons and equipment. Other's just simply sat by the fire to talk quietly. Of myself I was walking alongside the Hoarwell river. None would know what was awaiting us, none could foresee the outcome. I was looking at the stars, and I could not help feeling sad. Sad for those eight wardens wounded, one of them risked his life for me, as he threw himself in front of me when the Warg-rider was about to throw his spear at me. 

The remaining orc corpses were dragged onto the already sizable heap before they were burned, several hundred met their doom this day. The wooden stakes of their makeshift strong hold as fuel for the fire, any remaining filth will be washed away by the rains.