The elf lord cried out in a voice that shook like the quaking trees of Arrad forest. “Let the name Alldelham be cursed among all who dwell in the nine cities.”
In trembling voice, Alderod spoke up,
“What now then must be done?
What might or spell can be summoned,
That will spare your only son?”
Dramlhoardd took deep breath
And then he loudly sighed.
“I will gather all my kin
A great army will be formed
One mighty final battle shall decide
Who shall at last rule this world
From the great sea to distant mountainside”