The Battle of Five Armies

Black clouds gather above.  With a clap of thunder, wild wind roars down from the hills.  Vast armies of orcs and wolves fall upon elves, and men, and dwarves – fighting together now, all differences forgotten.  Siege, greed, retribution; ancient disputes become irrelevant against the common foe.

Cold flame flickers from sword and spear and arrow, burning with immortal hate.  But skill, strength and courage are not enough, cannot overcome sheer numbers.  Elves, dwarves, men; all fall beneath the crushing multitude, until hope is utterly vanquished.  Defeat is certain, until a glad cry is raised.

The eagles! The eagles are coming!