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Helm turned to Wulf, blood on his knuckles. “Leave. Your life is spared as a courtesy to your dead father’s name. If you return, I will crush you as I did him.”

To the south, in the fortress of Dunharrow, resided Freca, a proud and wealthy Lord of mixed Rohirrim and Dunlending blood. Freca coveted the throne. At a great council, he arrived with his son, Wulf—a man whose charming smile masked a soul of black envy.

She crowned Fréaláf, Helm’s nephew, as the first king of the new line. Then she took a simple horse, her father’s old shield, and rode south. Some say she went to find Léof’s body. Others say she went to slay the Corsairs who had armed Wulf. The Lord of the Rings- The War of the Rohirrim ...

Helm, mad with grief, grabbed a great spear and charged alone into the enemy host. He killed forty-two men before his spear shattered, then fought on with his fists, earning his legend. But the city was lost.

In the dying days of the Third Age, Rohan basked in an uneasy peace. King Helm Hammerhand, a towering bull of a man with fists like iron, ruled from his golden hall in Edoras. His sons, Hama and Haleth, were valiant warriors. His daughter, Héra, was a spirit of the wild grasses—more comfortable on a horse than a throne, and more skilled with a blade than any tapestry needle. Helm turned to Wulf, blood on his knuckles

Wulf said nothing. He bowed, collected his father’s body, and rode into the snow. But his eyes promised a winter of woe.

Insults flew. Freca drew a dagger. Helm, unarmed, stepped forward. One punch—a single, terrible blow from the Hammerhand—caved in Freca’s skull. He died on the council floor. If you return, I will crush you as I did him

Spring came. The snows melted, revealing the bones of the fallen. Héra was offered the crown, but she refused. “I am a rider of the Mark,” she said. “My father’s bloodline ends with me. But Rohan will not fall.”

All that is known is this: The Hornburg was renamed Helm’s Deep. The Deeping Wall was raised higher. And every winter, the children of Rohan whisper the tale of the Hammerhand who froze at his post, and his daughter who chose the wind over a throne.

The attack came on the eve of winter’s deepest freeze. Wulf’s army—ten thousand strong, armed with black-sailed ships and fell axes—stormed the ford of the Isen. Edoras fell in a night of fire. Hama, the eldest son, died holding the gate against a Dunlending champion. Haleth was cut down defending the mead hall.

Wulf besieged the Hornburg. He had no siege towers, only time and ice. Winter came with a fury—blizzards that turned the ravine into a white tomb. Inside, they boiled leather for food. Outside, Wulf’s men froze in their tents.