The fallen were strewn upon the ground. The bodies of brave men of Númenor and Orcs alike, now mingled together on the grassy hills.

The battle had been won but the losses suffered by the Rangers were great and perhaps would have been greater had they not come to the aid of Nolondil's Wardens.

Nimtolien gazed around him at all the men that followed him into battle, dead, wounded and alive. He had not expected the Orcs to be so vicious in their assault and at several times during the battle, he had thought that they would be defeated. Had Súrion not led the reinforcing army across the river and rushed to their aid once the horn was blown they would most certainly not be alive to tell the tale.

As the Rangers charged the Orcs who had surrounded the Wardens, Nimtolien had taken an arrow to the left shoulder, yet he fought on and it was only after the battle had ended that someone pointed it out to him. It had been hastily bandaged for fear that the Orcs would return.

As the Rangers and the Wardens gathered themselves and healed the wounded, a scout came from the north with news from the Dwarves. They had also been victorious and were now marching to Gundabad. Nimtolien was about to assemble the remnants of the Rangers and march into Gundabad to meet with the Dwarves when Amandil came rushing towards him.

"Captain! Smoke to the South!"

Surely enough, as the Rangers gazed southwards, black smoke could be seen on the horizon. It looked as though it were billowing from the river itself but that was not so.

Dismay and anger filled the hearts of the Rangers, and even despair for though the battle was won, their lands were burning.

Nimtolien's mind was changed suddenly. They could not go further into the mountain while their lands were in danger. How the Orcs had done this, he did not know but he knew that he would not let them survive the trip home. As he walked towards Nolondil, a blinding pain shot down his left arm, but he thought nothing of it for he was determined. After Nolondil was informed, the Rangers prepared for a long and weary march home.