The march

*from the Black mountains the armies came, column after column of elven warriors clad in mithril steel. In two days time the shores of the Ghost Sea come into view. The banners raise and the trumpets announce their arrival. Ordhelm rides into the lead and scans the roads in front of him. Archos and Tsana had already engaged the enemy and soon his warriors would as well.
He settled the camp at the edge of the Sea. His Elves beginnning to craft the quick and nimble navy they were famopus for. As he penned missives for the troops that would split away here. The enemies were named and the allies as well. Let the battle begin here and now, for the Kingdom, for the Well, and for supremecy of the East*