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All characters recognized from Bethesda's The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, JRR Tolkien's "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings" books, Peter Jackson's filmography, TURN: Washington's Spies (Akinbode), Guillermo del Toro's The Strain, Once Upon a Time (or anything remotely DISNEY), Dracula: Untold (Mirena, and certain quotes), The Count of Monte Cristo (Za'Tara name and joke only.) and Dragonheart.

A/N: Û makes the OO sound.

A/N: I am trying to make chapters faster, but I'm a quality over quantity guy. Sorry about last chapter's release time. Junior year was a killer, Senior year is only slightly better.

Chapter 7: Battle for Windhelm: Part One; Fury of the Northmen

As they all arrived back at the front lines and awaited Sarthinias, Talim and Agarwænor garrisoned the walls with the Bosmer and readied their arrows.

When Sarthinias turned towards them and began to ride, they heard Ubba's audible rage. Sarthinias dismounted and began to shout orders. "Get the ships out of here now!"

Raeannon glanced at him knowing exactly why that was his first order. He sent her a look that said 'Save yourself'. Her eyes hardened, but she didn't argue. She rode down to the docks, without another word, no farewell, there was no goodbye, Aemilia followed just behind her.

Ubba shouted after Sarthinias. "Sarthinias Impaler! Life for life!"

Sarthinias turned to the distance to see the riders that Ulfric had sent to get word to Galmar Stone-Fist.

"They were meant to survive as hostages! But I no longer have a use for them!"

Ubba shouted. He raised his mighty axe and drove it down the middle of the men's heads one at a time. Blood spraying all over Ubba's face.

"Their blood is on your hands! They are only the first! You face the Berserkers now!"

The Skûrls had drawn first blood. Now the Imperials marched against Windhelm.

Sarthinias turned to order Windhelm's formations.

"Valios, Arkaras! We will hold the center of the line, Corsica! Arianna! Ready our surprises on the battlefield!" Sarthinias ordered.

"Don't think because I'm old that I won't fight with you boys. Give 'em blood and vinegar!" Alain shouted.

Sarthinias smiled at the elder man's antics.

Shaylar who was still burned appeared with Elanordir and Thraculas.

"Brother we will cover the left flank, we cannot afford to allow them to attack the ships." Shaylar declared.

Sarthinias nodded in agreement.

Shaylan, Akinbode, and Ayisha would be the rear guards, Samson, Xander, and Ulfar as heavy hitters and shield breakers. Luther decided to keep the children that were still in the city calm, telling them fairy tales and happiers stories to keep them away from harsh reality.

"Shades! Get inside the walls I need more spell casters with Corsica and Arianna!"

"Form the wall an' keep it tight lads these bastards be coming fast!" Dilir shouted.

It would seem the Imperials were officially granted honor of First Blood in the Battle for Windhelm. Though Ubba knew he'd already taken that glory for himself. They charged towards the Line in the Snow, gaining speed, and in a loose formation, Imperial Volunteers were never given proper training, and this bunch was sloppy.

"Crossbows at the ready! Aim for their necks boyos! Pretend it's the cork on an ale keg!" Dilir ordered.

"Ifridî! Yanâd Durinul, ifridî!" one of the Dwarf captains shouted.

The rest of the Dwarves shouted in a cheer as if to agree to his order.

The Imperials inched closer and closer until suddenly they began to fall into the traps. They fell down deep holes in the snow, and were impaled upon spikes of ice. The more fortunate jumped over the now obvious traps to continue charging, there was not a great amount of fallen in their ranks, their morale was still intact. What was losing a few dozen compared to their hundreds upon hundreds.

"Baruk Khazâd!" Dilir shouted as he pointed his hammer at the charging enemies.

His company of Dwarves answered "Khazâd ai-mênu!" and fired off their crossbow bolts.

The bolts accurately pierced through the Imperials' armour and those that did not die began heaving for breath, to no avail.

"Hado i philinn!" Elrohir ordered and his archers too fired a volley into the Imperials, the accuracy of the Noldor only rivaled by that of their Sindar and now Bosmer cousins. The Imperials' shields were near useless, the Noretirno Warriors anticipated where the shields would move and hit the armour weak points as well. In any case deadly strikes hit the Imperials.

The Imperials began to falter as they finally reached the Dwarves and their shields. The Rangers had readied arrows aimed directly at the Imperials' necks.

"Fire!" Sarthinias shouted as he fired into the Imperial lines, his Rangers followed suit.

The Dwarves' naturally smaller stature aided them as they did not even need to crouch or duck to avoid their allies arrows. The Noldor and Crossbows fired once more, then the Dwarves pushed forth and stabbed into their enemies. What a bloody mess.

On the other side of the battlefield the Thalmor brothers began to grow impatient and became ever more infuriated with the results of the first wave, professional soldiers being slaughtered by in their eyes, rabble.

"Colfinnor are these but recruits or do they not train your soldiers as they used to!?" Aros demanded.

"These aren't our superiorly trained fighters. You merely underestimated your enemy, as usual." Colfinnor responded.

Aros shot him a death glare before looking at Traestian standing and watching the scene with an emotionless smile.

"Something amusing Commander Traestian?"

"Of course, the fact that you have not moved your archers within range while the enemy is too distracted to flee."

"Are you mad!? We'd be slaughtering our own men!" Colfinnor retorted.

"Your a tactician Colfinnor, you should've stayed in your tent if you don't have the stomach for war and its cost." Traestian said.

Aros nodded and ordered the Thalmor archers to form firing ranks. They did so with no reservation as the Imperials began protesting against it.

"Loose!" Aros ordered.

Three battalions, over six hundred arrows shot into the sky before arcing downward against the Line.

"For your lives lads! Raise them shields high!" Dilir cried as he saw the arrows descend.

They impacted but there were only minor injuries to the defenders, the remaining Imperials however, had their backs exposed were struck dead or dying. They begged for the death, that the Dwarves gave them out of mercy.

"What rat bastards would fire upon their own men!?" Dilir shouted as angry tears ran down his face.

"Monsters." Sarthinias said as he and the other Rangers advanced to the front. The Wolverines marched out to the front of the line and locked shields together.

"Wolverines! If they stand behind you," Valios began.

"Defend them!" his warriors shouted.

"If the stand beside you,"

"Respect them!"

"If they stand against you?"

"Defeat them!"

"Courage and Honor, Wolverines!"

"Courage and Honor, Commander!"

Trebuchets and catapults were seen from the enemy side as Traestian and Bregon ordered flaming munitions be used as the twilight sky was bright with balls of flame. They targeted the walls of Windhelm and the Line of defense.

They however were out of range and were forced to move their siege weapons close to their archer formations. That was all Sarthinias needed to see.

"Ari give them a taste of the earth!" he ordered.

Ari immediately began to focus as she lifted the previously collected boulders and giant stones with her magic, hurling them at the enemy ranks. The magic of Corsica's nearby runes Ari used as locator points to find where her targets where.

As soon as the first few boulders were over the wall, Talim shot a flaming arrow lighting the oil on the boulders. The enemy screamed in terror as they were unprepared to face with a counter siege, especially considering that there was no war machine in sight. The boulders ripped through the thick wood of the trebuchets and catapults setting them ablaze.

Traestian's eyes went from their normal color to a dark black as his irises turned a fierce red-orange, akin to a solar eclipse. Those eyes stared into the fire and across to the defenders.

"Nothing shall hinder, the rise of my power." Traestian said in a deep voice that was not his own.

His eyes returned to their normal color as he walked to muster his men, as if nothing else were on his mind.

Ari continued to her assault as the Shades took turns lighting the boulders with their green and blue fyre respectively. The green had no effect on innocent life as it did not harm trees nor purity, whereas the blue ate at their armour and weapons. Ari halted her attack as magical exhaustion took its toll and she was running low on stones.

With that the enraged and embarrassed Thalmor made their advance with perhaps a hundred Orcs compliments of the Skûrl leader, Azgrom the Breaker. The Orcs sprinted into the Line bashing their heavy weapons onto the shields and helmets of the Dwarves only the Wolverines charged and broke the Orcish advance, fighting as one unit.

The Orcs were strong and fierce but unorganized. They fought in rage and the Wolverines cut many of them down. The Dwarves pushed them back and speared them, the Rangers opting to fire arrows into them.

The Thalmor seeing that the Orcs wouldn't hold much longer took aim at the Wolverines and the Rangers. As they drew their arrows from their quivers so did the Noldor.

Agarwænor watched from the walls arrow readied and Talim already had her archers awaiting command to loose.

She and Agarwænor simultaneously shouted "Lei thô!"

And the arrows rained upon the Thalmor from the sky as the Noldor's arrows flew straight into them from the Dock flank. The superior Thalmor brought low by their inferior cousins.

Sletholan and Aros were seething as the Orcs fought to the last. The brothers had enough of losing, and anyone with a memory knows that when push comes to shove, the Thalmor use magic.

"I want wizards and mages in the next line. Thalmor heavy soldiers at the front!" Aros commanded.

Bregon mounted a brown steed and mustered a force of Imperial chariots.

"Time to teach them a lesson in superiority." he said coldly as he urged his horse forward.

They rode straight at the line shouting wildly as the horses galloped towards the Line. They quickly turned and overlapped between themselves forming a double line as the Imperials threw javelins and fired arrows into the Defenders.

The Dwarves, preoccupied with not being hit with arrows lost their feet quite literally as the chariot blades ran close to the line, their cries of pain heartbreaking for their commander to hear.

"You mad bastards! Come an' ge' me!" Dilir shouted as he broke rank and jumped onto the nearest chariot.

The chariot driver and the javelin throwers immediately attacked Dilir.

Shaylan and Xander jumped onto the same chariot dispatching the Imperials on it. Dilir took the reigns and charged at the other chariots. Shaylan fired arrows into the other drivers, Xander threw javelins into the chariot supports, offsetting their balance and causing them to wreck.

Bregon was outraged at how scared his men were to attack the Line. He ordered a charge and he himself spearheaded the advance, on course to impact the Wolverines.

The Wolverines were not having it. They advanced and dug their shields into the snow.

"Hold!" Valios ordered.

"Charge!" Bregon shouted glaring at Valios from half a thousand feet away.

"HOLD!"

The Chariots and Bregon advanced, the poor horses being whipped and spurred forward. Wicked smiles appearing on those atop the chariots.

"Death to all traitors!"

"FREEDOM FOR SKYRIM!"

Battle cries rang from both sides.

Only ten feet away.

"NOW! Thax!"

Thax, the Wolverine's seasoned archer fired quickly at Bregon, only hitting his shoulder however, coupled with his momentum forced Bregon to pull his horse to the right.

The chariot drivers swerved in an effort to avoid crashing into their commander. While they succeeded on that front they managed to crash into each other.

The Wolverines charged and killed those in the chariots before torching the contraptions and freeing the horses.

Bregon rose from the snow, his curly hair dampened by the melted snow, his teeth chattered but his blood was boiling. He looked over his shoulder to see more of his men ready to attack the Line. He then looked to his encampment to see Aros and Sletholan seething, their eyes glowed brightly red and blue respectively. Bregon knew they were channeling a spell and a malicious one at that.

"STOP!" he called out to his men.

They stopped immediately. Bregon ran to them and asserted himself in control of the battalion. He waited for the two brothers to finish whatever spell they were casting.

But another Orcish horde charged the Line, heavily armoured and wielding heavy weaponry. They were a detachment of Nazdûg Metal-Beard's clan.

Dilir saw this coming and knew he would have to face fire with fire.

"Charge 'em laddies to the bitterest o' ends!"

Shaylan and Xander looked to each other and nodded as Xander took the chariot reins, Shaylan readied his arrows. Xander urged the horses directly charging the Orcs just in front of the counter-charge of Dwarves. Dilir jumped off the chariot to join his men.

Shaylan fired his arrows faster than he'd ever in his lifetime he alternated which sides of the chariot he fired the arrows from. The Orcs fell stone dead with every arrow he fired.

A large brute of an Orc charged the chariot, Xander threw a javelin into the Orc's shoulder but it did nothing to its momentum. He still kept running and he impacted the chariot and succeeded in toppling it. The two men jumped out of it mere seconds before it was little more than broken wood and loose horses..

The Orc rushed at Shaylan as Xander tackled the Orc to the ground. The brute broke free of Xander's grasp only to meet with Shaylan's cold blades.

Shaylan and Xander nodded to each other as they went back to back against the Orcs that quickly surrounded them.

Suddenly a hail of arrows struck every Orc fatally.

The two men looked to their blind spot, to see a cloud of bats reform to Shaylar lowering her bow.

Shaylan shook his head in disbelief. "Little sister."

"Big brother." Shaylar said curtly and winked at the two men, before forming into a bat cloud once again.

"I'm not letting her have all the fun elf, let's get going!" Xander shouted as he took a shield from one of the Orcs and charged.

Shaylan not to be outdone drew his War-Bow and followed closely with an arrow drawn.

Elsewhere the Justiciar brothers chanted and channeled a spell to break the spirits of the Defenders.

"Demolio caedo, fragili vita flammam extinguere de vita, pelles eorum spiritus, nemo resistere nod ira redde nunc omnes. Et die hac! Perimo!"

The Earth itself shook as a torrent of lightning and the combination of the camp flames culminated and wrapped around the two sorcerers.

"Mortus ignis! Mortus fulmen! Mortus en mundus! Mortus ULTIMUS!"

The two thrust forth their hands at the center of the Line.

Shaylan had seen the change in the sky and ordered Dilir's men to fall back. They fell back in line as the Orcs reformed their ranks ready to charge with the Thalmor Heavy Guard and Mage Brigade.

Aros and Sletholan unleashed their Wrath upon the Defenders. The impact spread and the Noldor, Dwarfs, and folk of Skyrim, all that was heard was their blood-chilling screams of agony as they were charred and electrocuted before their bodies lay beyond recognition.

Over fifty fighters alone perished in that single blast.

The Thalmor Brothers began channeling it once again and unleashed it on the center of the line where Sarthinias and Thraculas charged to meet it.

"Ventus maxima! Ventum maris! Ventus nivis! Glacius Ventus! Ventus caeli! Fortitudo turbo Protegat nos!" Sarthinias shouted as his wind magic met the Wrath of the Thalmor's Magic. It did little to deter it but it intercepted the tendril of hatred, but it inched ever closer to Sarthinias.

"Sanguinem ex emortuus! Mea maxima culpa damnatorum et maledictus sanguis! Et regnabunt! I vivere imperito! Ossa! Sanguinem! Obscurum ex mundus! Audire ad vocationem! Pugnare mecum!"

Thraculas shouted and his Blood Magic clashed with the Thalmor's aiding Sarthinias.

Both sides warring to overcome the other seemingly stalemated; waiting for the other to make a mistake.

The colliding magics created a large rift the snow where they connected.

Nazdûg and the other Orc chieftains looked on in a bored manner. Nothing magical impressed them, only the brute strength of their adversary. They took pleasure in killing and war, unlike the Northmen Skûrls the Orcs took their pay in plunder, not payment from the Empire.

Ubba looked just as bored, he resented having to follow orders even if he was being paid for it. He was a Lord in his own right, a Sword-Skûrl the equivalent of a Jarl in Skyrim, a Lord of War. And the Lord of War, craved battle.

Ivar and Guthrum looked and analyzed the best places to attack with either outcome. They may have been paid to fight, but they Skûrls only fight battles that don't entail losing too many men. A warrior can only die once, why die in a battle that the Skûrls lost?

Skorpa stroked his beard, itching to spill more blood. His cavalry awaiting the charge of glory that their Chief always brought them.

Suddenly Ubba stood straight and began laughing deeply.

"What is wrong with you Ubba?" Guthrum questioned.

"Ivar! Look to the sea and tell me what you see."

The older brother grumbled but looked at the water and smiled broadly.

"Those are Halfdan's colors on the sail and Sigurd and Hvitserk. The Nords are outflanked."

"Odin be praised. Look there Ubba, you have the honor of first blood. A raven soars towards the city. A sign that the Raven of Skûrls should lead us to glory." Guthrum mused.

"The gods have spoken. Ready your men. We march now! No man will stop us!" Ubba shouted.

"Raise the Banners! Honor the gods!" Ivar commanded.

Ivar's banner was a pale blue with a black dragon on as its symbol. The Corpse-Eater, Nidhug.

Guthrum's carried the great stag Eikthyrnir in white with a dark green background.

Skorpa honored no gods nor single God as he raised his own banner of pale red with a golden warrior on the Pale Horse. His infantry marched with Ubba, but he and his cavalry stayed and watched for an opportunity.

Their Orcish counterparts did not have the same culture and only obeyed one god; War. They raised their weapons and their standards were skulls of various animals and heads of conquered enemies.

The Orcs formed center with the Thalmor not the Northmen.

Ubba's black Raven banner with white background waved in the windy weather as he marched his warriors against Sarthinias and the Rangers.

Leading the Skûrls or Northmen as they preferred to be called as they resented and rejected being associated with Nords, whom they felt weren't worthy enough to be the same race. Regardless of a common ancestry.

Ubba began to pick up pace and his men mirrored his actions as they charged their right flank.

"Dwarves! Form up! Counter-charge formation!" Dilir shouted to his men.

Sarthinias and Thraculas had seen the Skûrls charging but could do nothing without endangering their men and the city itself. Should they lose the magic battle, all of the men behind them would die, and the great gate of Windhelm would fall.

Arkaras, Alain, and Valios led the Wolverines to the left to meet the Skûrls head on.

"Skyborn Rangers with us! We cannot let our right flank fall!"

It was as if Ubba and the Northmen signaled doom as the final light of the twilight hours left and the black of night filled the sky.

The massive magical battle outshining any torches. Sarthinias and Thraculas held strong. Unfortunately Sletholan and Aros were unwavering and ferocious in their onslaught.

Ubba and his men reached even closer. The Dwarves had formed tight ranks and the Wolverines charged at the Skûrls head-on. The Noldor rushing to aid the Dwarves as well as a dozen or so Windhelm guards following the Wolverines. Severely outnumbered due to their already damaging losses they felt it may just be their last stand.

Bregon watched as everything unfolded. He ordered another infantry battalion of Imperials to ready a left flank charge with him. Traestian stood biding his time as he watched the magic.

Colfinnor analyzed the battle and though he knew this should have been an easy victory with their superior forces, however something was off. The unorganized rabble he'd expected were fighting professionally. They had allies that he'd never heard of, let alone seen.

This battle it seemed, close to an end. Both sides knew that the Stormcloaks surrendering, would be impossible. They'd fight to the last gasp. But the Northmen charging with Ubba at the spear's tip, none had survived such an onslaught.

Suddenly the sky above the magic battle began to turn stormy.

Sarthinias and Thraculas were tiring, and they knew their magic couldn't hold for much longer. Hate burned so powerful in emotion and magic. Enough to keep individuals alive for decades past nature's intended death date. And the Thalmor brothers had more than enough hate for Skyrim and Sarthinias's group in particular to pour into their magic.

The tide was turning and Sarthinias knew that it was against him and his allies. 'At least we fought side by side than throwing our friends to these monsters, to save our own hide.'

Thraculas looked to the sea, only to find ships with figureheads of beasts at the bow. Desperation overtook the Vampire as he knew what his failure would incur. Thoughts flashed through his mind, his life, his father, Caligula's betrayal, his exile, his sister, his wife, his new family and what it meant to him.

A newfound power was felt by Thraculas, his pain and torment, now tempered with love and understanding, and above all trust. His eyes glowed red in the twilight letting out a bestial roar as he poured everything into his magic. Coupled with Sarthinias's magic, it rushed forward towards Aros and Sletholan as they canceled out their magic and shielded against the formidable wave of power.

The storm began to worsen as the winds gained strength and lightning bolts filled the sky. The amount of hate and power present had offset Nature's balance.

Sarthinias and Thraculas fell to their knees in utter exhaustion. Their magic had taken a physical toll on them, nothing short of potions and rest would help. Or perhaps blood in Thraculas's case. Xander and Ulfar dragged the two to the Gate.

The Wolverines charged into the Northmen as Arkaras shouted wildly and moved like a shadow attacking the Skûrls. The Dwarves charged in with locked shields and readied weapons.

But the Northmen were warrior-savages. They pushed right back on the shields shouting curses and laughing wildly as they hacked their axes away at the Dwarven shields. Some even leapt over the shields and attacked from inside the flanks.

The Northmen varied their fighting styles. Some were wild and unpredictable, others were shoeless and shirtless wielding two-handed weapons as though they were a tool to work with, a deadly tool. Some were calculated waiting for their opponent to make a mistake and strike at their most vulnerable part.

Ubba's unbridled fury allowed him to break through the Dwarves shield-lock. He grabbed Dwarves by the neck of their mail and broke their spines as he slammed them onto his broad knees. His mighty axe, Skull-Cleaver, rended the flesh of the Rangers and Dwarves alike, to the equivalency of butter. Only the Wolverines seemed to be holding their own.

Alain and his grandsons fought like men possessed. Against Ubba's men and against the rest of the Skûrl generals. The rest of the Wolverines working in unison, watching each other's backs.

Valios employed his days as a gladiator and his days as a soldier in this fight. Sword and shield as much a part of him as his head and hands. His helmet had been lost somewhere on the battlefield, thus his hair drenched with blood and sweat and water from the melted snow, clung to his scalp as he tirelessly fought a losing battle.

Valios fought, oblivious to Ivar the Boneless who with his mighty Hammer, was crushing all in his path. The Hammer was doubly named Bone-Shatter as he obliterated shields and bones in his wake.

"Commander! Behind you!" Thax shouted.

Valios turned at the last possible moment dodging Ivar's hammer.

"Skûrl!"

"Nord!"

The two clashed weapons and exchanged physical blows with their limbs and heads.

"I recognize you! Don't think I wouldn't Valios the Valiant. You stopped my victory in the marshlands of Morthal!"

Valios steeled himself as he remembered that battle and the brutality both sides fought with.

"Look who fights for the Empire today Northman!"

"For gold and glory! A Skûrl never fights a battle that he loses too many men in!"

Ivar grabbed a discarded Northman's round shield and charged at Valios with it, meeting it with Valios's Imperial Tower Shield. The two committed to their fight as the Rangers and Dwarves lost ground against the Northmen.

Guthrum's sword fought with Alain's sword and staff. Both wise, both of the North, yet on different sides. In another time Alain and Guthrum were friends, but Guthrum's ambition and greed drove a wedge between them. What surprised Alain is that they used to be united in their hate for the Empire.

Talim and Agarwænor shot arrow after arrow, never once striking one of their own. They knew that eventually they'd be fighting with blades soon, but they made every arrow count.

Agarwænor never focused on one part of the battle, he could see the Orcs and Thalmor waiting in the distance. As he looked at the Orcs, he felt a deathly chill hit him, something he hid from the Talim. Something about them stood out to the wizened captain and he felt fear.

Talim picked her targets well and never missed but she was running short of arrows and she could only fire so fast. Suddenly Ubba shouted in Old Nord and the Northmen began to group together and closer.

She realized they were cutting off one half of the Defenders from the other.

"Shield-Lock!" Ubba shouted.

The Northmen locked shields tightly as their other half to push the Defenders back towards the gate. The Northmen cut off a band of Dwarves and Rangers from the forces falling back. They could not get past the Shield-Lock.

"Hold the Lock!" Ubba shouted. "And… Brace."

Skorpa and his cavalry charged into the men that were stuck in between them and the Lock. Spilling blood like wild-men and leaving none alive, trampling and stabbing the Dwarves and Rangers.

Skorpa dismounted and cut the head of a Dwarf and the cloak of a Ranger and shouted at the top of his lungs as he raised them high in a bloody display of triumph.

The display of sheer violence and disregard for life rallied the Northmen as they, still in Shield-Lock they pushed the Defenders back edging ever closer to the gate.

"Drive them to the gates!" a Berserker shouted.

"They can't hold out down there much longer captain!"

"Fire directly into their center!" Agarwænor ordered.

The Defenders on the Skûrl flank fell back as the Skûrl forces hacked, stabbed, and beat their way through the Rangers and Dwarves.

The Noldor wanted to help but Elladan and Elrohir knew that aiding the Dwarves and Rangers would only leave more of the ships leaving the Docks defenseless.

The Wolverines fell back to the gates with the Dwarves and Rangers just ahead. But they did not enter they turned again to face the Skûrls, and now the Orcs and Thalmor began to advance as well.

Ubba at the head raised Skull-Cleaver and roared a mighty battle cry.

"Shield-Wall!" the Lord of War ordered.

The Northmen formed a four layer wall of shields, the first line of men crouching, the second leaning downward, and the third line were upright, with a fourth acting as a roof for their heads. The wall formed and the Defenders were boxed in, they had only a little bit of land by the gate as well as the stone bridge.

Ubba was not in the shield wall, he was in front of it smiling. The Bosmer were out of arrows and he knew it.

The darker Shade fired a magically imbued arrow into Ubba's left shoulder before sending a whisper for Arianna to launch.

The magic of the arrow stunned Ubba in place as Ari shouted as she launched a large stone straight at Ubba.

The Lord of War grit his teeth and the grip on his axe tightened. Through sheer willpower he broke the enchantment and shouted a furious warcry before the stone came close and met him. The impact kicked up a large cloud of dust and snow.

The Defenders cheered loudly.

Only to fade to silence as they heard hard laughter.

Ubba had cut the great stone in half with Skull-Cleaver.

He shouted in a mighty roar; "HORFÐU Á MIG!"

Which means; Look at Me…

The last ships had left the docks and the Noldor rushed forward with their swords drawn to intercept the Orcs and Thalmor.

Glorfindel led the Calvary and the Boar riders to attack Skorpa and the Shield-Wall.

In their zeal they did not see the new ships enter the Docks. The ships with beast heads upon the bow...

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