Hello to all the readers out there, Names Jimmy, but you can call me Jim, but I prefer Jimmy, so call me Jimmy, now then I would like to introduce you to my first story for Fanfiction, I have had this story in my mind for the past few weeks now and only recently have I been able to work up the courage (and learn how to write a proper sentence) to post my work for all to Enjoy.

I drew my inspiration from many different Writers, such as BahumutReishiki, Ursaker, Jarl of the North just to name a few.

But it was NightIncarnate that gave me true Inspiration for this Story with one of her own, Eternal Undeath, a marvelous story and one that deserves to be read.

And now I leave you to your reading.

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The Lord of the Rings Trilogy:

The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien © George Allen & Unwin (Publishers) Ltd 1954, 1966
The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien © George Allen & Unwin (Publishers) Ltd 1954, 1966
The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien © George Allen & Unwin (Publishers) Ltd 1955, 1966

Prologue 01: The Death Knight, The Shaman, The Hunter and the Warlock

The Storm Peaks, Cliffs above the Terrance of the Makers, Iron Bulwark Base Camp

The mountains of the Storm Peaks were large and numerous, as were it many diverse inhabitants, one group in particular were the resident of the fabled Titan city of Ulduar, the Armies of Iron. Creatures composed purely of metal, their skin and their personalities were that of hard steel, and they made for powerful enemies. Ever since the Horde and Alliance had set foot on Northrend they have been a proverbial thorn in their sides, their war against the Lich King had taken priority over these Iron warriors as it did over the Nexus War's, and because of that only a few warriors have been selected to take part in a surgical strike against their base of operations.

High Shaman Mairne Ragetotem stood at the edge of cliff that overlooked the Terrance of the makers, he marveled at the fine architecture of the buildings that were as large and sturdy as the mountain he stood on, it was here that the Iron Bulwark as they were officially called were situated. Waiting patiently for the order to attack the cursed city of Ulduar and end the threat of the Old God Yogg'Saron once and for all, they had spent nearly a week on the precipice of the mountain and it was starting to get to the warriors, the Iron Bulwark was created to prevent the Armies of Iron from spreading out from the Storm Peaks and causing trouble for the Warsong Offensive and Forsaken's Hand of Vengeance. Mairne was given the duty of leading a small group of warriors into the heart of the Titan city and remove any and all threats present within, but he would not be going alone, he was to ally himself with the Alliances forces that would be joining them in the assault.

He at first resented the idea of allowing either of their forces to fight with one another; he believed that the tension between the two forces would cause a catastrophe that would result in the utter failure of the assault. Only several months ago did both forces assault the Undercity to remove both the former High Apothecary Putress and Major-Domo of the Undercity Varimathras, the instigators between the massacre at the Wrathgate and the now tense cold war between the Horde and Alliance, even after both forces accomplished their missions a new battle broke out between the two former allies. Had it not been for the intervention of the Mage Jaina Proudmoore, the entire situation would have escalated beyond control, the only reason the two forces haven't declared war on one another is because of their current war against the Lich King. But he could not sway the High Overlords decision about fighting along with the Alliance, the situation between the two was still very fragile if anything were to go wrong the situation between the two faction could worsen. He may see the wisdom in the decision to have them fight alongside the Alliance, to try and improve their relations with one another was not necessarily a bad thing, but he didn't think his subordinates would see it as well as he did, nor would the Alliance.

"By the twisted nether its damn cold out here, do you mind sitting down so I can warm myself with those fire pits on your shoulder." Marine signed as he turned to the small Blood elf that stood behind him, she wore elegant yet unsettling robes that while appeared to be masterfully crafted by someone with a dark and warped personality, after all, what kind of warlock wouldn't ware something along those lines.

"Adria, my armor is not something you can use to keep warn, now please leave me be, I'm waiting for someone." replied Mairne, the armor he wears is known as the Worldbreaker's Garb, a finely craft set of shamanistic armor created for him to help in his battles against the forces of Iron, his shoulder guard were actually large metal pauldrons that house elemental fire spirits in which he can call upon at a moment notice, he had used them many times before to actually melt his enemies into nothing more than puddles of liquid metal. Since he arrived in the mountainous wastes the elf Adria has not ceased in irritating him about how his shoulder pads are the only thing preventing him from complaining along with everyone else about the cold, but he would never admit to it, even if it was partially true.

"Come on Mairne, I'm cold, pretty please" she begged, putting her hands together and looking up at him with her glowing green eyes like some sort of demon possess puppy dog. He had to admit though she was good company, out of all the warriors here she was someone who was more brain that brawn, and Mairne was thankful he had someone he could talk to, even though she was slightly childish and had the habit of pulling the odd prank or two on the camps soldiers and him included.

"Why is it that you continue to irritate me on trivial matters?" asked Mairne, giving the blood elf a sidelong glance.

"Mairne, I'm bored okay, I've been up here for a week and the only person who has some brains is clearly you, I would like to at least have a conversation with someone that didn't involve 'where they got that scar' or 'how about the time I killed a proto-drake' or 'do you ever wonder what elf meat taste like'."

He could tell that she was talking about the orcs around the camp talking about their stories to pass the time, but eating an elf, where did she get that from?

"Stop buggin' de old bull elf." came the sudden voice above them, hanging there in the tree was a troll in reddish brown battle armour, he leapt down from the tree and landed in front of the young blood elf and stared at her "Or I'll eat yah, you know I've be wonderin' what elf taste like"

Adria backed up slowly from the troll; she knew he wasn't going to eat her; she just didn't like it when he got in her personal space. As she turned around and left the troll tilted his head to the side and gave a lecherous look at the elf as she walked away, simply put: he was staring at her arse, before giving off a similar comment when she was at earshot.

"Wouldn't mind havin' a taste of dat rump" Mairne turned and glared at the troll, who had only now turned to speak with the Shaman, ignoring the shamans harsh glare he replayed the message "I have a message from the Dwarf"

"What is the message, Zul'kal?" asked Mairne, his eyes never leaving the trolls

"The Dwarf has set up de Base camp, and de mage's are shieldin' it from di enemy, we can leave at any time"

"Good" said Marine, removing his harsh glare with a neutral one as he turned towards the camp; fifty soldiers sit in the camp and all of their lives where in his hands. Though most of these Orcs would revel to die in a glorious battle, but he thought otherwise, they were some of the greatest the horde has to offer and to lose them all would be a blow they would never fully recover from. He lost many warriors during his time in Outland and at the Wrathgate, he would make sure no more lives are lost unnecessarily. "We depart in an hour; get the Wyverns ready, we ride to Ulduar"

Zul'kal nodded and turned to leave, but Mairne grabbed hold of his arms and stopped him; the troll turned to the shaman and looked at him curiously.

"Yes Mairne" he asked

"I need you to deliver a message for me" said Mairne, his voice low and serious.

Meanwhile Adria walked her way back towards the camp, she felt those trolls eye on her backside and narrowed her eyes in annoyance, still freezing and having nowhere to go since her tent had been blown away the night before. She hated it here, she was the only elf in the whole camp and it was one of the most uncomfortable times in her life, it was cold, she was hungry and she lost her bag to that troll's pet tiger. The only reason she was here was because they needed a magi to shield their camp from the Iron army, other than that there was no point in her being there, and the company was less than satisfactory in her opinion. The only people around her were a bunch of muscle head, blood thirsty, idiots that wouldn't know the meaning of chivalry if it was carved on the back of their shield, well Marine was the exception, but he was more or less a solitary person.

"Hey Warlock" came the indignant cry from a Orc soldier, he was sitting around a burnt out camp fire with three other Orcs, they had a large piece of meat on a rotary that was frozen solid "Do you mind"

Adria narrowed her eyes once again and approached the campfire and looked down the sitting orcs and said with a smile on her face and an innocent voice "Of course not, let me help you with that"

She pointed her staff at the fire pit and then a torrent of flames shot out from her staff, the fire burnt far beyond the rocks that was set up to contain the fire and forced to orcs to crawl away the first as it lurched towards them. When she stopped the rocks were smouldering black and the meat was similarly cooked, while several flames still burned on the well cooked meat, she brought a finger to her chin and tilted her head to the side.

"I think I over did it" she said, her voice innocent "Oh well, I hope you like you meat well cooked"

As she walked away she could hear the cries of the orcs as they yell curses at the elf and to their evening mean which was now as delicious as charcoal, she smiled devilishly at her little prank and went on her merry little way. She always enjoyed playing pranks on people, even though she is a warlock she was a lot more nicer than what most people think they are, just because she's a Warlock doesn't mean she's going to try and rip you soul our and sell it to a demon and make a contract with them. She pushed those negative thoughts from her mind, but there was a problem with that, she remembered she was on top of a snow covered mountain and it was freezing.

"I hate this place" she muttered to herself, before she continued her search for somewhere warm to stay.

"Attention, all soldiers are to pack up camp and prepare to depart" Adria stopped to listen as the Orc called out across the camp "We are heading for Ulduar"

The Orcs howled in unison at the news, for the last week they had done nothing but stay up in the damn mountains waiting for someone to give them orders and now that they had them they get to go kill something now, she sighed in relief she hated it up here.

"Hopefully Ulduar is a little warmer that this place" she said, mostly to herself that to the roaring warriors around her.

Icecrown, the Shadow Vault

A single death knight initiate slowly walked through the dreaded spire that was the Shadow Vault, recently taken by the Knights of the Ebon Blade and made into their personnel fortress; he was to deliver a message to one of his commanding officers. As he approached him the initiate became slightly hesitant about taking another step, he had heard many rumours about him, one being he actually ripped off a blue drakes wind with his bare hands and another that he killed Baron Rivendare, one of the Four Horsemen of Naxxramas singlehandedly. He was considered a champion amongst the Ebon Blade but he was also known for his fury, he had once thrown an initiate from Acherus for no other reason than he was just standing there and possibly because he was human, and since he was human, mostly anyway, he may not be the best person to deliver a message about him having to leave Icecrown.

He may be dead right now but he didn't want to die again, he could simply turn away and leave but he would then have to face the wrath of Duke Lankral, he struggled to make up his mind until a strong voice tore him out of his thoughts.

"What do you want Initiate?" the voice was hard and powerful, even without the metallic and double timbre that accompanied the voice of all death knights. Turning the initiate was looked up at the man he had deliver the massage to, he towered over the Death Knight Initiate at a staggering nine and a half foot tall orc, the famous Death Knight Varro Dreadbringer, also known as the 'Dragons Rage', a title given to him for his anger was considered on par with that of a dragon.

"I-I-I have a m-message s-s-sir" said the Initiate his word harder to understand with the supernatural echo that accompanied his voice.

"Then speak it" said the Orc, his voice may have sounded angry, but as a matter of fact he was actually calm for the moment.

"You have been called to the Storm Peaks; you are to join in the assault of Ulduar" Varro mused on this news for a moment before he simply replied.

"No" was all the Death Knight said before turning on his feet and start walking away, the Initiate was flabbergasted to say the least, he had expected him to follow the orders without question not just up an ignore it.

"But… but sir, the orders were clear, you have to go to Ulduar" said the initiate, which caused the Orc to stop in his tracks and turn to face the initiate before bending forward to look him straight in the eye.

"I have to?" snarled the Orc, not as a question but more as repeating the words that were said by the initiate, causing the initiate to sweat nervously, which allowed small icy droplets to form on his forehead. Their faces were less than an inch apart; the initiate could see the sharp and jagged teeth of the massive Orc as he bared his teeth in barely contained anger.

"Y-y-y-ye-yes sir" said the Initiate; his life was hanging on by a thread, if he didn't think of something quick he was going to be literally ripped to shreds by a lunatic twice his size.

"Tell me, who has the nerve to tell me where I have to go" said the Orc, resting his hand on the hit of his massive great sword known as Armageddon, which he took from the vault of Naxxramas after the defeat of Kel'Thuzad. The initiate was panicking now.

"Mairne Ragetotem" squeaked the initiate; the Orc looked at the initiate for a moment before replying and edging the sword from his back.

"Why should I give a damn about that Bull" replied the Orc, his voice growing in irritation

"He said…" started the initiate; he saw the Orc nearly had the ten foot blade off his back "you owe him" the Orc stopped in his tracks; Varro lowered his head and considered the words. He narrowed his eyes as if searching through the imaginary line of the contract of debt he owed to the shaman, before he growled and closed his eyes, he raised his head up and put his sword back in it place on his back. The initiate visibly relaxed knowing he wasn't going to be cleaved in half, although knowing Varro's reputation he could still do so in less traditional ways, and the orc looked down at the initiate.

"Fine, I will depart immediately" Varro said, pushing past the initiate and towards the entrance of the vault, the initiate let out a pent up breath and sagged forward before letting out a small chuckle at his close brush with death.

"Initiate" a voice from the doorway, the voice was low and unnaturally calm, it was Varro's, and he was standing near the entrance of the vault with his back to the initiate. Then he abruptly turned around a bolt of dark energy shot out of the Orcs hand and towards the initiate, he felt the dark energy wrap around his chest and pull him forward, he felt the cold air brush past his face and could hear his own screams echo through the entire vault. He suddenly stopped and he felt the air in his lung rush out as he crashed into what could only be described as a metal wall, raising his head he looked into the cold blue eyes of Varro Dreadbringer, who lifted him off the ground effortlessly and held the poor initiate level with his face.

"No one, least of all a little human, order me around!" shouted Varro, before throwing the poor initiate out the door way and across the terrace and past bewildered onlookers, and right towards an abomination.

Rana was a still only an initiate of the Ebon blade and because of that she was stuck on guard duty, she had to along with several others hold back the scourge forces from assaulting the vault, she didn't mind that but the fact that she had been fighting for dear life for the past ten minutes against an abomination was starting to change her mood. She rushed under its massive cleaver, and cut along the side of its heavily stitched stomach, blood, organs and other assorted bodily objects fell from the gaping wound. But the abomination was completely un-affected by the strike, it turned its head to the Death Knight that injured it and shouted "you mean! Me crush you, meanie!"

Rana dodged to the side as the cleaver came down at her, she rolled back to her feet and prepared to counter, but her eyes widened when she saw the creature massive arm coming towards her. It slammed into her stomach and she was knocked off, she flew a few feet before hitting into the stone steps of the Shadow Vaults terrace, she looked for her rune blade which was lying just out of arms reach. She looked up to see the hulking abomination looming over her with a wicked smile on his face, she knew she was dead, she was disappointed that she was going to die to a walking flesh bag with no more intelligence than a kobold. But as it raised its cleaver in the air as loud height pitched screaming could be heard, there was a momentary stop in the fighting between the scourge and the Death Knights as they tried to identify what it was they were hearing.

Then out of nowhere an object comes flying at the abomination and ploughs its way through its chest, taking most of its vital organs and not-so-vital organs and skidding along the ground building up snow as it skidded before coming to an abrupt stop ten metres later. A pair of legs could be seen from the large snow pile that covered the man, they were twitching slightly showing that he was still alive, the onlookers were completely flabbergasted as to what just happened. Then the two opposing forces simply looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders, and wet at each other like nothing had happened. Rana looked up to the abomination that was still standing over her and saw it had a look of complete confusion on its face. As if it didn't know what to do now that most of its major organs were gone, Rana thought for a moment before saying.

"Uh, you fall down now" she said, a moment later the creatures face changed from one of puzzlement to that of someone who's had an epiphany, before it fell backward and died. Quickly getting to her feet and retrieving her Rune Blade she turned to the pile of snow with the pair of leg sticking out of them and wondered, 'where the hell did he come from', she turned around back to the Shadow Vault and saw a large frost wyrm flying off the to the east.

Fifteen Miles East of the Iron Bulwark Base Camp, Cliffs overlooking the Terrace of the Makers

Zul'kal had been running from peak to peak for the last hour, his objective was to deliver the High Shamans message to his compatriot in the Alliance's camp; he was keeping himself low trying to avoid the many storm reaver's that scout out the perimeter around Ulduar. If he was found by them he was likely going to be killed, he may be a skilled hunter but against wind elementals the fight would be difficult if not impossible, his only choice was to sneak his way across the mountains and search for the alliances camp.

Upon hearing the sound of churning wind and lightning he immediately ducked behind a small crevice, it was big enough to just conceal his limber form, and listened as a lighting revenant passed by; it's condensed wind body only visible because of the beautiful glowing core that sat in the center of its chest shooting sparks of electricity over its silver armour and through the air around it. It stopped momentarily over the area when Zul'kal had been crawling, looking for any hostiles that would invade the terrace, before returning back on its course.

Rising slowly he examined his surroundings, the revenant was gone and his accuse senses couldn't detect any more activity; he stood up and stretched his shoulders before continuing on his way. Running to the side of the mountain he leapt down the steep slope, his armored boots sparking against the hard stone of the mountain as he slid, he reached a small ledge and when his feet made contact he rolled to decrease his momentum. Coming to a stop he observed his surroundings, he knew the alliance camp was nearby he had learned through small bit of Intel that the camp was located on a large cliff on the other side of the mountain to the terrace, he knew that the Alliance magi would put up wards to shield the camp from the revenants and any other hostiles. As he closed his eyes and allowed his sense to discern where the camp may be, as a hunter he learned from a young age how to track prey with his own senses and when he grew older how to align his senses with that of the many animals he hunts. His eyes shot open and like a hawk he scanned the cliffs searching for his target, his eyes darted from one location to another searching for any abnormality that did not belong in the natural world, then he noticed a small shiver along the side of the cliff, a magic barrier he deduced. Concentrating closer on the barrier he could glimpse slightly past the barrier and into the camp, he saw several large and small tents dot the cliffs surface, he counted forty seven guards patrolling in groups around the camp, memorizing their patrol pattern he committed it to memory and now planned his infiltration.

He searched for a way to the camp and saw a small slope, he unfocused his eyes and turned to the slope, it was a few metres away from his position, getting into a crouching stance with his hand placed palms down on the ground in front of him he prepared to jump. Calling on another aspect of the beast inside of him, where he used the eyes of a hawk to search for the target he would use the speed of a cheetah to reach it, he tightened his muscles and took off, his speed as fast as a cheetah in its prime he rushed across the ledge before leaping towards the slope. He cleared the eight metre gap easily and slid down the side of the slope as quietly as it allowed him. As he approached the barrier he prepared to find cover as soon as he hit solid ground, he braced himself; as soon as he pasted the magical barrier that shielded the camp to those on the outside world he quickly scanned the area below for a hiding spot. Identifying a stack of crates not too far from where he would land, just large enough to hide him from the patrols, he landed with a small thud and rolled to prevent injury.

He rushed towards a nearby stack of crates and hid himself from a small patrol of soldiers, he waited for them to pass before sticking his head out to observe the camp, he observed the current position of the patrols and calculated the perfect time to move, seeing the perfect moment to move he broke away from his hiding spot and rushed to the side of one the tents, avoiding another patrol by only a moment. Moving quickly he rushed from point to point avoiding the guards and remaining unseen, his target was only a few metres away, the large tent at the far end of the camp, he moved out from behind a small cart and planned to rush to his next spot and from there to his destination. But when an unaccounted for patrol came around the corner he was forced to duck into the closest test, he leapt through and rolled to lessen the noise so he wouldn't be heard, he waited and heard as the clunking of their armour as they passed and didn't stop. He breathed a sigh of relief when their clattering armour slowly died off in the distance, he raised himself slowly and turned to take in his surroundings, as he turned he came face to face with a human women, half naked.

For the next ten second there was nothing but them silently staring at one another, wondering what was going on, then the woman tried to reach for the knife that was on the table, but Zul'kal grabbed her hand and nicked her on the side of the arm with his dagger. He twisted around her and twisted her into an arm lock and covered her mouth; she struggled for a moment before her movements started to become more sluggish and lax, slowly the sleeping poison took effect. She collapsed in his arms he held her there for a moment to make sure the sleeping agent had taken effect, when he was satisfied he dragged her over to her cot and laid her down, he didn't come here to kill anyone he had to deliver a message. Poking his head out the entryway drapes he scanned the area for any patrols, he rushed to the point he intended to before he was detoured, he skidded behind a weapons rack as a patrol passed by, completely unaware of his presence.

Looking to the tent he had just exited he knew he had only a few minutes before she would make up, the dagger was meant to stab the victim not nick them, he had to get to the commander of the camp quickly or the woman would raise the alarm. He turned to look for any patrols and saw none; he slowly moved around the rack and took one last look around to make sure he was safe to move, seeing as the coast was clear he rushed over to the tent. He had nowhere to hide now he had to enter the tent, he moved around towards the entrance but a patrol was moving in the opposite direction he was going, he slowly backpedalled and looked for a place to lay low, but another patrol was coming around the other side of the tent. He was trapped with nowhere to hide or run, 'damn it' he thought.

As the two patrols made their way around the tent they were complaining about the cold and wondering when they would be packing up and leaving, as they peered down the side of the command tent they saw another patrol looking right at them, waving at them in reply, in which they replied in kind.

"Zul'kal you lucky bastard" he said on his own behalf, the troll was currently sitting at the top of the command tent, right near the small opening that allowed him to peer inside and see the camps commander along with four other officers speaking to one another. For a few minutes they spoke before the officers left the commander alone, this was his chance; quietly he leapt through the hole and landed just as he had entered.

"You security is very bad" said Zul'kal mockingly, crossing his arms over his chest "I can point out a few places where you went wrong, if you want"

"You, what do you want troll?" said Tyresa calmly, she was more irritated that he was there than worried that a Troll had just snuck through her camp and entered her command tent, she spared him only a small glance before she returned to the map on the centre of the table. Zul'kal walked up to the side of the Paladin and pulled out a small envelope.

"I have a message for you"