King Thorinne rushed back to the palace from the shaman's house. This one Rupert Evermore was following him. They chased down evermore gardens to the king's quarters. Rupert was growing weak from loss of blood. They burst into the apothecary quarters. "I need an apothecary NOW! someone find help for this young man, do NOT let him pass from this world, he has information that we need, do you hear me?!" An apothecary rushed to the aid of the wounded soldier, sloping him towards an open bed.
The king proceeded to rush through to the gathering chambers. "Bring me the general, GO! NOW! Do not waste another moment!" The servant ran to summon the general on the king's command. He rushed towards the general's room and hesitantly burst into the room. "General sir! Forgive me for barging into your private chambers, the king has summoned you immediately, it seems like there is an emergency, please hurry to the gathering chambers!" The general grabbed his night robes and sword and ran for the gathering chambers at once. "What on earth is happening now? I do hope this is not too much of a bad news situation."
The general burst into the gathering chambers. "My King, is everything alright??" The king pulled out a map of Kamingrad with haste, slamming it down on the table. "No it is not, General! Our patrol has been ambushed by a legion of orcs! we have but one soldier of the battalion left and he is fighting for his life in the apothecary chambers!" The General looked at the king in confusion and shock: "What?! Orcs? ambushed? When did this happen?? How are the orcs on the surface, let alone still surviving? My king, I do not understand!?" The king, rushing to pull out pilleons for the strategic map, said: "I know as little as you do about this, General. I am only telling you what was told to me by the wounded soldier in the apothecary." The general readied his sword in the holder. "I must go and see this soldier, right away." The king glanced at him. "No General, what you must do is ready our forces, get every able-bodied man and their sons ready, send word for the blacksmith that we must prepare weapons for every soldier, every person must be trained, ready the legions and add to the numbers, send word for Melanor right away, ask him to meet me in the gathering chambers, right now. We have exactly fourteen moons before we face a full scale attack, once you have sent out the orders, send word for all the advisers to meet me in the gathering chamber, you will then fully understand what is happening."
The general sent word for Melanor to meet the king in the gathering chambers. Melanor was the ambassador between the humans, the elves, and the dwarves. He was the most respected person in all of middle-earth, and had just about the same level of authority the king has. He was the only man who could rally a station of elves, dwarves and humans together, along with a band of fairies and magnamores in less than two days. Melanor entered the chambers and found the king slouching in a chair. "My liege is everything alright? You summoning me in this hour can only spell trouble." The king lifted himself from the chair. "No Melanor, it it not. I am afraid I have to call on your help again old friend." Melanor took a step forward and nodded: "Anything for you my liege. Thorinne took a deep breath. "I need you to send word to kings Valore and Grimsley. There is an imminent threat that has arisen after three hundred years and I fear it may be the end of us. We will need the help of the Elves and the Dwarves." Melanor nodded. "Is it that bad? Is there nothing that we can do?" Thorinne nodded: "I will brief everyone as soon as they arrive, please send your eagles with the message to the elves and dwarves, and then return to me as we wait on the others." Melanor nodded and set out to send word to the allies of Kamingrad, hoping that, considering the circumstances this will not be the end of the millenium old kingdom that he loved and adored so much...