Caring not at all the cost the Dark Lord's servants have regained for him the one Ring, sensing that the tide has turned the remaining members of the Fellowship flee Middle-Earth as Sauron unleashes his wrath. With new and vast powers Sauron now resurrects his fallen champion, he calls again to life many of his darkest heroes and champions to slay once more in his name.

Crossing the river Anduin under a blanket of darkness an Orc army begins Sauron's renewed assault upon our world. Minas Tirith was breached and upon every level the great White city was burning the gates laid shattered and the lower circles of the city are overrun, from the hallows where dead kings of Gondor watch in horror to the White Tree that burns all is now in ruin, Orcs now hold banquets in the White Tower of Echtelion and desecrate both king and commoner alike.

Rivendell had become his next target, it was here we made our final stand, but my people could not defeat the Orc horde only a handful survived to carry on the fight, I lord Elrond was one of those unfortunate few.

The Dark Lord's iron fist encircled the innocence of the Shire there was no escape for the Hobbits, the last the remaining freemen and elves aided them valiantly, but they faced an overwhelming enemy, Warg Riders and great war beast attacked with terrifying fury, with the Dark Lord himself leading the charge even Treebeard stood no chance against this attack...

History is no more for this happy race, their Hobbit holes are now tombs, their party trees kindling, and those who survived are now enslaved by the Dark Lord Sauron, Treebeard was in the end no match for the fury of the Orcs he now serves as bonfire into which halfling bodies are thrown. Even the great Wizard Gandalf could not stand before the Dark Lord he has fled with what remains of the Fellowship.

Those who did not fight in this war shall now become the final victims their homes shall be burnt, and the future of their children shall be sacrificed upon Sauron's cruel alter, death and ruin are all that shall remain for the Dark Lord's cruelty will know no limits and in the end all shall be destroyed.

Tamriel dawn's beauty in the language of the Altmer, or Taazokaan in the dragon's tongue is the continent upon which many legends have been born. Home to many diverse races and even more conflicts. Tamriel has been home to many adventures.

Behold the northern province of Skyrim cold and rugged, climb anyone of its icy peaks and you'll quickly realize why this old kingdom is considered the throat of the world. Skyrim's spine covered peaks holds four out of the 5 highest mountains in all Tamriel making it a land kissed by sky. To the uninformed outsider Skyrim conjures up only images of snow and mud and while there is truth in this its citizens know Skyrim as a land of breath taking vistas mighty rivers and above all a place of proving. It is a place where heroes are made, crafted in the harshness of the lands embrace to know Skyrim is to know its people.

A tall and sturdy race well suited for the cold climates of the northernmost province the Nords. The Nords can tolerate the cold like no one else if they're fair skin and yellow hair does not give them away then their thick muscles and large frames surely will. The Nordic people have been taming Skyrim's harsh interior for generations and it shows they are no strangers to hardship whether it be farming the land or defending it against the occasional sabre cat the Nords have been strengthened through their need for survival and they've done more than just survive. Throughout history the Nords have proven themselves to be some of the most skilled melee fighters in the realm, violence is an accepted aspect of life, their people face battle with a ferocity that shocks and even appalls their enemies. When he passes from this world a Nord isn't remembered for how he lived but for how he died, his tireless quest for honor and glory has made the Nords a force to be reckoned with make no mistake this is a race of conquerors. On the battlefield, Nordic warriors are arguably the hardest fighters Tamriel has ever seen when the ancient Nords attacked a city they had no need for siege engines or cavalry the elite among them speak in the dragon's tongue equipped with only their voice they could force down the doors of an enemy keep. A strong Nord can instill bravery in his men with his battle cry or stop a charging warrior with his chilling roar a Nords voice is his strongest weapon and he attributes this to the Aedra.

Most Nords acknowledge the Divine's as their gods but unlike the rest of the Empire the Nords see the Divine's as notably more warlike. Just ask the nearest Nord what he thinks about life and death and you'll have a brief glance into their culture a Nord will tell you. "There exists a place so magnificent so honored that the entrance lies hidden from view." Sovngarde it is called, built by the god Shor to honor those Nords who have proven their metal in war, Nords who die sword in hand are rewarded with a feast that never ends. Within this Hall of Valor time as we know it has no meaning the, concepts of life and death are left on the doorstep and those within exist free of pain and suffering a Nordic afterlife free of pain of suffering, this is a pretty ironic thing isn't it considering pain and suffering is the price of admittance the hall of Sovngarde is littered with the bodies of the fallen this unique belief system in where only the strong prosper in this life and the next is the very thing that mas made the Nords a damned near unstoppable force throughout Tamriel's history.

The history of the Nords is one of migration and retribution before they took the name Nords this race of men called themselves Atmorans denizens of the continent known as Atmora. Long ago Atmora had erupted into a great Civil War that had left the continent drowning in its own blood. In the midst of this chaos a visionary gathered all who would follow him and set sail to the south in an effort build a new life for his people, after perilous journey across the sea of ghosts their ship touched ground in modern-day Skyrim finding the land already occupied by Mer who they called snow elves the Atmorans named the land Mereth in honor of their elven friends. The Atmorans and snow elves lived in relative peace for many years which today would be unheard of for any place where Elves and Men reside this was until one fateful night when the treacherous snow elves pillaged and slaughtered the Atmorian people, that night an entire city burned its people murdered without warning without mercy the snow elves or Falmer as they called themselves had to a decision. Apparently, the race men were growing too quickly for their comfort they did not wish to see men's culture surpass their own feeling threatened the snow elves turned to genocide a sin they would one day pay greatly for. According to legend not every Atmoran was killed that tragic night out of the ashes came one visionary and his two sons they returned to Atmora and spread the news of what the honor less elves had done to them 500 companions heard their stories and joined Ysgramor to an event that would lead to the birth of the Nordic race. But that is a story for another time for you dear reader will delve deep into the future and see the story of one who was chosen to play a role in Skyrim's history and the world's fate.

A child was born with the blood and soul of dragons giving him the ability to use the Thu'um. The child grew to be strong and a great warrior, a master of the sword, he faced the Daedric prince Molag Bal and beat him in single combat, he even mastered the ability of using the eternal Thu'um. Warrior. Revolutionary. Hero. Nord. His name Talion descendant of Ysgramor and protector of Skyrim this is his story of how he battled the Dark Lord Sauron.

(And that is the first chapter of Tamriel's War I hope you enjoyed it, I was inspired to write this from a question in my head what if Elder Scrolls and Lord of the Rings met and so here we are. Bless your face and if you sneezed during this chapter bless you Peace off... BOOP)