“Everyone fire arrows on my command.” Daug did not hear this, so as he was swooping in and out, he did not notice that all the arrows had stopped coming at him. Daug then swooped to his lowest point and Rigor saw his opportunity. “Fire,” Rigor commanded his army.
Every goblin soldier fired arrows and Rigor’s arrow punctured Duag’s spot of weakness. Daug then crashed down onto the battlefield, instantly dead. The whole army cheered. The goblins were victorious and the mountains of Gondor was theirs.
“I have completed my quest,” Rigor shouted to his army, “I have reclaimed my grandfather’s mountain!”
Rigor marched up the steps and opened the gate of the mountain. He walked inside full of satisfaction. He had dreamed of this moment his entire life and it felt better than he could have imagined. The goblins on the battlefield moved into the mountain. There the injured and wounded received medical attention and the rest of the goblins were given places to sleep. That night they had a great feast, where Rigor announced that any goblin was welcome to stay in his mountain for as long as they pleased.
The next day, the goblins killed in the battle were buried near the mountain in an honorary funeral service and Rigor addressed the goblins at the