The loss of Gil-galad

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In the days that followed, Lindon became a hive of activity. Messengers were sent to the realms of Elves and Men, calling them to arms. Weapons were forged, armor crafted, and warriors trained. The sound of hammers echoed through the hills, and the air was filled with the scent of steel and leather.

Thariel took charge of organizing the Elven warriors, her experience and wisdom invaluable. She moved among the soldiers, offering guidance and encouragement, her presence a calming influence in the midst of the preparations. Gil-galad watched her with pride and love, knowing that with Thariel by his side, they stood a greater chance of success.

Elendil, meanwhile, sent word to his sons, Isildur and Anárion, instructing them to prepare their armies in Arnor and Gondor. The Númenóreans were skilled warriors, and their strength would be crucial in the battles to come.

As the alliance took shape, the leaders often met to discuss strategy, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Gil-galad and Thariel found moments of solace amidst the preparations, walking together under the stars, their hearts united in purpose and love.

The day came when the armies were ready to march. Elves, Men, and Dwarves stood together, their banners flying in the wind, their faces set with determination. Gil-galad, clad in shining armor, stood at the forefront, his sword Aeglos at his side. Thariel stood beside him, her own sword gleaming, her hand resting on his shoulder in a gesture of support.

Elendil, tall and noble, led the Númenóreans, his sons Isildur and Anárion at his side. The sight of their united forces brought hope to all who beheld them, for they knew that together, they could stand against the darkness.

As the first light of dawn touched the horizon, Gil-galad raised his hand, his voice carrying across the assembled host. "Today, we march not only for ourselves but for all who cherish freedom and light. Let our courage be as the sun, burning away the shadow. Let us go forth, with hearts united, and bring an end to Sauron's reign."

With a cheer, the armies began their march, their footsteps shaking the earth, their hearts filled with the fire of determination. Gil-galad and Thariel rode at the head of the Elven host, side by side with Elendil and his sons. The Last Alliance of Elves and Men was formed, and the fate of Middle-earth hung in the balance.