Prince Dane Ironfoot

( POV Jon Snow )

I looked across at the Qohori Prince on the other side of the War table, my chief Ko's stood beside me and the six Clan heads stood beside Dane Ironfoot. Dane was short by my standards but the he was extremely tall, while most of the Qohori Hill Tribes were around 4'5, Dane on the other hand reached 5'1 towering over the others of his kind. He's one of the tallest Native Qohori in history, the tallest Durin the Defiant being 5'4.

Dane Ironfoot was a fearsome warrior and it was obvious by looking at him, his short frame was covered in bulging muscles, visible beneath his thick armour, made up mostly of steel plate, and leather. He had a long ginger beard decorated with braids and metal bands and on his back was slung a giant axe, Bloodletter. The axe was made from a special steel as was the armour worn by the Qohori Prince, Mithril it was called.

Mithril was sharper than Valyrian steel and it's said that Valyrian steel was poor imitation of the Qohori Mithril. But no new Mithril has been forged in thousands of years as the forges weee sealed along with Durin and the great Dragon Smaug in the great Mountain Fortress of Kazad-dûm.

"Tell me why do you fight this battle, White Wolf?" The Lord of the Iron Hills asked and my Ko's shifted as they were also curious

"My people, the Dothraki, we have a prophesy, 'The Stallion that will mount the World' the Khal of Khals." I said to them

"You wish to be King under the Mountain do you?" The Prince asked in a heated voice as he slammed his meaty fist into the war table

"No! I wish to unite you into my Khalasar, it is you who shall rule the Mountain Fortress of Qohor and you who will be King of Kazad-dûm, I will be the Khal of Khals, I will rule from Pentos to Vaes Dothrak." I replied and my Ko's banged their fists on the table

"That…..I can agree to." Said the Native Qohori

"So tell me, how many can you field?" I asked the man

"Twenty five thousand, armoured with the best steel this world has ever and will ever see." The Prince boasted and I knew it to be true.

"What about you, how many Dothraki rode in this Khalasar?" He asked in return

"Fifty thousand Dothraki Screamers, ten thousand freedmen infantry and five thousand free rangers." I said listing my total army

"The fucking Forsworn will be dead by weeks end!" The mighty warrior said to the cheers of his companions.

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( POV Dwalin Steel-Shaper )

I heaved my hammer high into the air and slammed it down crushing the chest of some Forsworn bastard, I swung again in a sweeping arc and another Forsworn attempted to dodge but slipped in the bloody earth and crashed to the ground, I moved my Steed, Borgurath a War Goat, armoured in the finest plate and I laughed as his cloven hooves killed the Forsworn underfoot.

Many Forsworn lay around me when the horn echoed through the mountains, a great host has amassed on a nearby hill, sixty five thousand strong and it was charging, fast. A Dothraki hoard following the Pale Khal, a warrior of great renown lead them. With their help we will finally reclaim our home.

"Dwalin!" I heard the shout of my Prince and so I finished of the Forsworn who thought he could end the Steel-Shaper, and took of towards my Lord.

"Yes My Prince?" I asked wondering why he had withdrawn me from the battle.

"Take the Hammer-Guard and flank the archers on the ridge." My Prince and friend ordered while pointing to a ridge overlooking the battle

"It will be done My Lord." I said confident in my abilities and the abilities of the Hammer-Guard, elite cavalry

"I know it will, you've yet to let me down Steel-Shaper." He said the grin on his face partially hidden by his bushy beard

"What are my orders when the ridge is cleared?" I asked the Lord of the Iron Hills

"I'll send up a group of Crossbows, from atop the ridge they should be able to fire into the Forsworn Eastern flank, with us holding the line and the Pale Khal on the West we'll have them retreating into the City." He said explaining the strategy to me.

"You Steel-Shaper, are to hold the ridge until the Crossbows get there. Once that is done you are to move back to the front lines, you must break the Forsworn spears, when that is done the cowards will flee." He said and the thought of being back in the front lines, bathing in Forsworn blood brought a smile to my face.

"It will be done, My King." I said and he didn't correct me as he usually did when he was called King, for by the end of the Battle he would be King Dane Ironfoot, Durin's Kin, King of Kazad-dûm and Lord of the Iron Hills.

I rallied the Hammer-Guard, the most elite warriors in the army, second only to our Princes personal Guard led by Hürin Horn-Blower. I led the five hundred mounted Hammer-Guard towards the ridge, it was an easily defendable location, the only way up on our side of the battle was a rocky mountain path, regular cavalry would struggle to make the climb if they could do it at all but not the War goats, they were bred in the Iron Hills and trained to gallop full speed on more dangerous terrain than this.

We crashed into the flank of the Forsworn archers, after defeating their defenders, a small group of slave soldiers, poorly equipped and inexperienced, the elite Hammer-Guard made short work of the slaves as well as the archers receiving few casualties in the short, but bloody battle.

I ordered our position to be fortified as we waited for the Crossbows to get to the ridge. As we waited I observed the battle, the Dothraki overwhelmed the Forsworn on the Eastern flank, with pure numbers. The centre held as they rallied behind their Prince who had committed to the front lines along with much of the reserves.

But the Western flank was failing and the Forsworn noticed. The Southern Iron Gate, one of the only three entrances into Qohor by land opened and from out of the gate charged a group of chariots. The chariots charged single file through the heavily fortified gate and over the drawbridge, to protect from the moat that surrounded the City.

The chariots proceeded to charge the Western flank killing anything in its path, Forsworn and Qohori alike. We had suffered heavy casualties when the Crossbows finally arrived, escorted by a heavy infantry who would provide protection from any retaliation by the Forsworn. I ordered the Crossbows to focus down the chariots that were currently overwhelming our Western flank. If the Western flank fell then Prince Dane would be surrounded and the battle lost.

I lead the Hammer-Guard back down the mountain pass and back to the reserves. I rallied whatever warriors where left, mostly a mix of heavy cavalry and infantry. I charged hard for the Western flank and found it nearly defeated, I glanced over the battle field surveying the bloody battle.

The Dothraki hoard had broken the Eastern flank completely and hundreds of Forsworn fled for the City gates, Prince Dane had done the same in the centre but to less effect as thousands of Forsworn made it to the City and as they lacked the Cavalry of the Dothraki they couldn't kill nearly as many of those who fled from the battle.

I turned my attention to the Western flank as the men formed lines, while we suffered heavy casualties so did the Forsworn, the chariot's are effective but not precise and many of their own fell victim to it. The men had formed lines behind me with the Hammer-Guard at the front. I raised my hammer high above my head.

"FOR PRINCE DANE IRONFOOT!"

"DURIN'S KIN!"

"KING OF KAZAD-DÛM!"

"LORD OF THE IRON HILLS!"

I called to the near two thousand warriors behind me and they took up the call.

"IRONFOOT!" "IRONFOOT!" "IRONFOOT!"

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{ Authors Notes }

Hey new chap

I wrote this instead of doing my English homework that needs done in about 5 hours because of a magical thing called

~PROCRASTINATION~

So hope you enjoyed it was all battle stuff sorry if that's not your thing.