The Rohirrim guarded the Ford well, with over two thousand and five hundred infantry, along with another one thousand riders and around the same number of archers. Those under the service of Grimbold, Thane of Grimslade, were placed at the Ford whilst those under the service of Elfhelm were placed on the Eastern side. The golden haired folk thought it just to be another normal day, of waiting for an attack that would not come.. though today they were wrong.
A small force of a mixture of Uruk, Dunlendings and wargs were sent forth! The group of nearing two thousand pushed the Eorling forces back, with heavy losses as the black sea of Uruks and Dunlendings pushed forth. More came along, joining the battle! Amongst these was the large bear-headed Dunlending, on his huge brown stallion who was already covered in blood from the battle they have seen! He rode forth, with axe in hand as he trampled down those infront of him with a crunch and a crack of bone and armour. Around five thousand of the army of Saruman were throwing themselves towards the struggling Rohirrim force!
Horns were blown by the Eorlings, who were trying desperately to signal for aid from Elfhelm's force, though they were cut off by the vicious wargs and their riders, who were starting to surround them. The strong jaws of the wargs grasped onto arms and legs, as the wicked blades of the orcs and goblins atop skewered them to finish them off. Dunlendings and Uruks followed along, creating a black and brown sea around a circle of green and gold. These encircled fled, towards the east despite them knowing that others were in danger.. 'Traitors! Cowards!' were shouted by Wildman and Eorling alike.
Torches were coming from the North.. from Isengard! The reinforcements were coming quick and thick and before long, the full army of Saruman were gathered and across the ford! The Eorlings under Grimbold's control fled, retreating to their camp where a shield wall of red, green and white was formed, keeping the enemies at bay for now. Despite how much Uruks, Orcs and Wildmen threw themselves into the shields they could not break through!
Inside the shield-wall encircled camp, all the riders that had horses mounted up, and the shield wall was split to let the riders through into the dark.. before they split into two and attacked from the north and from the south! Confusion struck Saruman's army, as they turned their attention from the wall towards those attacking! This gave those left on foot the chance to retreat, disappearing into the dark night that swallowed them as they fled for refuge. The riders soon dispersed, with warg riders and Uruk in tow though victory was clear!
The battle had been won for the White-Hand! Nearly three thousand Uruk-hai had died, along with five hundred warg riders and five hundred dunlendings. The dead were piled up and left for the crows to eat, while the bodies of the fallen rohirrim were displayed proudly on spikes.
(This is happening in MY timeline, it may differ in yours!)
