The forest was heavy with the scent of pine. There was an electric tingle to the air. Warmaster Erinduil Oakenshield stood in the center of his small detachment, his standard slightly furling in the breeze next to him. Erinduil had been sent to destroy the barbarian invaders from the east. The barbarians had come without warning attacking small elven farms and villages. As he peered from the edge of the forest looking out at the burning farm in front of him he saw the alarm in the barbarians as they gathered into several mobs to confront his army. Erinduil ordered his trumpeter to sound the advance and his small army moved out of the trees onto the still smoldering farmland.
The barbarians all grew silent as one of the mighty trees of the forest seemed to come alive and walk out from the forest in line with the elven army. Erinduil ordered his small unit of cavalry to advance around the edge of the farm to cover the left flank while the great white elven chariot crew did the same on the right. Erinduil and his spearmen and archers grouped in the center with the mighty Ent just a few paces from their left.
The barbairan chieftan was plainly visible with all his trappings about him. The two barbarian shaman spellcasters were easily spotted as well. Soon the air was filled with the acrid taste of magic as the two shamans began to weave their spells and lightening danced forth from their staffs only to dance around above the heads of the elven line.
The barbarian chief ordered the two shamans and their mobs forward to attack Erinduil's center. As they approached Erinduil and his archers rained death down on them with their great Elven Longbows. As the first shaman mob charged the great Ent; Erinduil's cavalry hit them in the flank. The chariot team did the same to the second shaman mob as it charged at Erinduil in the center. Amidst the clash of weapons, and screams of men and horses the battle raged for a while and then the mighty forrest walker came crashing down. This seemed to give the barbarian raiders hope but it gave a grim determination to the elves to see this ancient creature, the Ent, fall.
With a shout of war Erinduil led his elves in a renewed attack upon the barbarians. Just as the barbarian chief had been encouraged at the fall of the ent to advance, he just as quickly stopped and turned to flee when he saw his two shamans cut down in a hail of arrows. It seemed that with both their shamans dead and the mobs that protected them lying in bloody meaty heaps on the ground; what barbarians remained fled with their chief back to their wasted lands in the shadowy east.
My son and I fought this battle in 15mm using the Mighty Armies rulebook. The rules provided a quick and fun game. There was a little more to the battle than what I wrote above, for instance the chariot crew and Ent were my elves only casulties.