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He gathered the survivors: Héra, a handful of loyal riders, and the elderly lord Garulf. They fled to the ancient fortress of the Hornburg, a dark keep nestled in the ravine of Helm’s Deep. Behind its wall, the Deeping Wall, they locked the gates.

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. The Lord of the Rings- The War of the Rohirrim ...

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. He gathered the survivors: Héra, a handful of

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. To the south, in the fortress of Dunharrow,

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. “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.”

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.