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.
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.” The Lord of the Rings- The War of the Rohirrim ...
But hunger gnawed deeper. Léof, Héra’s secret love, volunteered to ride for Gondor. “Three days to the Mering Stream,” he whispered to her. “If I return, I return with help.” One night, Helm ventured out and did not return