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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.

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.

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 ...

As the sun rose, Wulf ordered the battering ram forward. Then a sound split the air—the ancient horn of the Hornburg, blown by Héra herself. The cry echoed off the cliffs like the voice of the mountain.

Freca proposed a union: Wulf would marry Héra, and in return, Freca’s lands would be merged with the crown, making Wulf the heir. Helm laughed, a sound like grinding stone. “You come with a beggar’s bowl and call it a crown? My daughter is not a prize for a wolf pup.” Wulf besieged the Hornburg

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.

She devised a desperate plan. The Hornburg had a secret drain—a narrow culvert that led from the keep to the base of the ravine. While Wulf prepared a final assault, Héra led thirty riders through the icy water, emerging behind the enemy camp. Inside, they boiled leather for food

From the Deeping Wall, the defenders charged. From the rear, Héra’s riders fell upon the Dunlending siege lines. In the chaos, she found Wulf. He was no longer the charming boy; he was a beast in armor.

One night, Helm ventured out and did not return. At dawn, Héra found him standing at the gate, frozen solid, still gripping a Dunlending chieftain he had strangled. The enemy saw him and fled in terror. But the legend of Helm Hammerhand ended there.