Transmigrate to the world of The Lord of the Rings?

-General-

The flickering light of lightning illuminated the battlefield. The rain didn't let up; on the contrary, it intensified with every second. Drops fell, striking the armor of guards and orcs alike. The men's wet hair clung to their faces, which showed determination and hatred.

The fear from moments ago had vanished. It was a useless emotion they discarded the instant the orcs attacked them. Arrows flew, bringing with them the hope that the defense would withstand the constant, seemingly endless wave of orcs. But to their misfortune, those arrows did little once the orcs managed to besiege them with their ladders, which, like a predator's jaws, latched onto the thick stone wall.

Once atop, the orcs faced the guards and city men. They made no distinction; with swords raised, they attacked fiercely. The guards threw their bows to the ground, drew their swords, and engaged in a confrontation with the beasts that had climbed the walls.

"Throw down the ladders! Throw them down!" shouted one of the guards as he dispatched an orc.

Some of the guards, after defeating their opponent, ran towards the ladders, striking the clamps that held them firm. This caused the orcs who were about to climb to fall with a crash, dying or suffering severe injuries.

One by one, they tried to remove the ladders clinging to the wall. Some succeeded, but others didn't, and that's what allowed the orcs to continue climbing on the side where the men failed their objective. Little by little, the wall filled with a battle of swords and axes; very few continued to use bows.

Raizan, seeing the situation, ordered the second round of oil to be poured. With a signal and a shout, the men inside the wall's passages opened the wooden gate camouflaged with the stone and sprayed the oil over the nearby orcs.

The sizzling was immediate. Many orcs growled in pain; the metal of their armor stuck to their skin due to the high temperature, and in their exposed parts, their flesh peeled away.

This gave the wall soldiers a momentary reprieve, which they used to knock down the orc ladders. However, that only served to delay them a little. The beasts that had already climbed fought fiercely, preventing the men from regaining full control of the wall.

At the entrance, the orcs writhing from the boiling oil served as a buffer for those coming behind, who, despite the discomfort of the temperature on their feet, pounded on the thick wooden door.

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On the other side, Thruin's dwarves exterminated the orcs from the few boats that managed to arrive. There weren't many, so their strength wasn't weakened; all the men and dwarves remained alive.

From atop the wall, Thruin waited for the dense orc fleet to pile up even more. The barrels scattered in the sea were a trap. Once there was a large number of orc barges, he planned to instruct his men to fire flaming arrows at the barrels.

And they didn't delay.

The barges piled up, colliding with the oil barrels. The orcs ignored them, a grave mistake that brought them enormous losses. Thruin's eyes lit up, and with an order, his men fired volleys of flaming arrows. Those that struck the barrels caused a chain reaction.

Somehow, they managed to introduce a small amount of gunpowder that ignited the sea. The special oil allowed the flames to persist on the water without extinguishing. Small explosions hurled orcs into the air. Their barges, shooting out, struck nearby ones, causing many to fall into the sea and consequently drown.

Such a scene filled the faces of dwarves and men with ecstasy. With a shout, their morale soared. The wall of fire unfolding like a serpent on the sea burned the orc barges. After all, this fire was special: the combination of western oil and black powder made wood burn with just a touch.

But that happiness didn't last long. A loud crash caught their attention: in the distance, they saw how the orcs had managed to break a large part of the gate. The guards tried to repair it, but the orc crossbows prevented them from approaching without being killed.

Furthermore, some orcs managed to enter through the broken parts, filling a large portion of the east entrance in a matter of minutes. Little by little, the gate yielded, opening more space for more orcs to slip through. Seeing such a situation, a large number of men and dwarves rushed to support the defenders of the eastern area.

The rest remained to defend the dock, which was gradually invaded by the few remaining orc vessels. It wasn't difficult to do so, as the vast majority of the orcs already lay at the bottom of the sea.

From atop the west wall, a dwarf firing arrows at the orcs anxiously watched the tide of orcs advancing through the east entrance. But it wasn't until he heard a familiar horn that he turned. There, in the meadow, a dense tide of dwarves charged towards them.

"Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!" he roared with happiness. The tingling sensation in his chest was a sign of his excitement. "Open the gate! Let them in!"

However, at that moment, those running towards the gears to open the west gate saw with astonishment how a dark shadow moved with extreme speed. The gleam of lightning revealed it to be a horse and a human.

To the astonishment of all near the gate, they saw how the horse, with a powerful gallop of its legs, leaped so high that it cleared the ten-meter wall. Their eyes widened, but the man mounted on the steed didn't spare them a glance. He continued galloping towards the eastern part, which was already overrun with orcs.

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Raizan broke an orc's neck; his strength began to wane against the immense tide of orcs that had already breached the gate. It was by the grace of the Valar that the orc forces attempting to invade through the port were fewer, and thanks to Thruin's intelligence and strategy, most of them were defeated. This allowed a large number of dwarves and men to join the defense of the eastern side.

But they could only delay the advancing orcs; they would soon be exhausted if they didn't receive help. He was sure they would receive it, but he didn't know if it would be at that moment, as the orc attack was so sudden that it caught them by surprise.

At that instant, a bluish and reddish glow caught his attention. Fire and ice intertwined, destroying a large portion of the entering orcs. Such an image astonished men and dwarves alike. An unprecedented emotion burned in their hearts, as if the mere presence of the man holding a sword of fire and another of ice filled them with new strength to fight.

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