Beneath the starry banner Noldorin King Gil-galad assembles a mighty host of High Elven warriors. With bright shields, high-crested helms and shining armour, the steely-eyed Eldar comprise a wall of gleaming gold in the face of a charging Orc horde.
It is the Second Age of Middle-earth and the vast armies of Gil-galad and Elendil stand together against the Shadow, a Last Alliance of Elves and Men, laying siege to their great enemy, Sauron. As the innumerable Orc berserkers bear down upon their line, composure and discipline holds the Elves resolute and unwavering before a sudden flash of synchronized Elven swordplay cuts down the first wave of attackers. Curved blades sweep in effortless unison and more Orcs fall. Though greatly outnumbered, the High Elves outmatch their broken foes in every measurable way, and the Orc rabble crashes futilely against their ranks like water cast against stone, black blood running in rivers at their feet.