Middle Earth: Shadow of War (Uruk reader insert) (On Hold)

The Dragons Lair: Part One

Darkness. Nothing more. But in the black void, the bright lord could hear the voice of the spider herself, "You must keep fighting."

The ranger awoke to see the intricate stone carvings of the wraith's barrows.

"Thought I might find you here." Y/n voice echoed through the tomb.

The gravewalker rose to his feet, to see the Wicked one in the doorway.

"Tell me. How was I killed this time?" He asked.

"You bled out before I could get you back to camp. Not that it matters all that much." Y/n answered, as he walked closer to the bright lord, "Wow, this place is spooky."

"What of Baranor?" Asked the gravewalker.

"Our scouts said they saw some uruks taking him southeast, to Grogoroth."

"And Dagor?"

Y/n was silent for a moment.

"No one's seen him since, well, you know..."

The ranger was silent.

"Boss, with respect, I think you should go after 'em. The lads and I can take the fort." Y/n said.

After a moment of thought, the gravewalker replied, "there is an uruk, and an olog. They are known as Iron Mount and The Demolisher. They've already joined with us, but you'll require their aid to take the fortress."

"I'll find 'em boss." Y/n replied.

"Thank you, y/n. I wish you good fortune." The gravewalker responded.

Y/n replied, "just doing my job boss."

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DAYS LATER...

An army gathered at the foot of Kargukor's walls. Their chants and screams echoed through all the valley, as each one of them thirsted for blood.

At the head of the army stood none other than Y/n the wicked, who had, in preparation for the upcoming battle, donned editional armor of the dark tribe.

Atop the fortress gate stood the messenger of shadow and flame, Stormbringer himself.

The armies quieted, as Stormbringer began to speak.

"The bright lord's lapdog." Said the Stormbringer, "I have a gift for you, Wicked one..."

The Stormbringer held in the air some manner of metal object, before hurling it to the ground. Landing a few feet before him, Y/n could see now, it was an iron claw, stained in blood. The red blood of a tark.

"I fought for him as you do, bled for him as you do, and still he left me to die. Your fate, was my fate brother! And no sooner than you except that, will I forgive. Come! You are his favorite, are you not? Your death, will be the start of his reckoning!" The stormbringer shouted, "IGNITE!!!!"

Atop the walls, uruks set flame to siege beast ammunition, as archers with arrows enflamed stepped forth to the edge of the ramparts.

Beside Y/n, one of the gravewalkers ologs, Az-Laar the Demolisher, shouted "No more talk! WE! BRING! WAAAAAAAR!!!!!!"

Y/n looked to the grey, snow-rodden sky, as the flakes of ice were replaced by a rain of fire.

"Forward! For the bright lord!!!!" Y/n called, as he charged into the flames.

The arrows struck hard. Everywhere, uruks fell. Those not slaine from the arrows piercing writhed in the dirt as they burned and bled.

Through the artillery assault charged Ragdug Iron-Mount, assaulting the walls.

Y/n advanced on the wall, keeping his shield close to block the flaming arrows.

"Raiders!" Y/n shouted to his soldiers, who had been specially equipped to storm the walls.

As the Demolisher beat against the gate, Y/n and his warriors hurled bladed grappling hooks at the ramparts, preparing to scale the gatehouse. This was exactly what they did. Eagerly inching up the ropes, onw of them was unhooked by an uruk upon the rampart, sending one of the warriors plummeting to their doom.

"Keep going lads!" Y/n shouted, drawing one of his blades.

Nearing the top of the wall, Y/n lept over the ramparts, stabbing an archer in the side of the skull. He immediately drew his shield, to block the barrahe of arrows that soon followed.

Drawing his ploearm, y/n swept the great blade in a wide arc, cleaving several archers in two.

However, as y/n turned to face the Stormbringer, he found that his fow had beaten him to it. The Stormbringer stood inches from him, swiftly taking hold of his throat, and slamming him into the ground.

"You feel it, don't you?" Said Stormbringer, "This is the power, of the dark lord..."

Y/n rammed his steel-clad forehead into that of the Stormbringer, causing him to stagger back. In the reflection of his shield, y/n sould see that his skin bad become pale, and his eyes a deep pupilless black.

"Yes..." y/n could hear Stormbringer in his head, "come to me..."

However, y/n took wield once again, charging at the accursed uruk. The Stormbringer attempted to disarm Y/n of his shield, only to be thrown to the ground. The uruk barely rolled away, as Y/n attempted to impale him. With y/n's blade still in the open, the Stormbringer swung his own into the handle of y/n's glaive, severing the blade from the hilt.

"Why you little... ...bastard!" Shouted y/n as he smashed his shield into the Stormbringer.

The masked warrior fell to one knee, as y/n drew one of his curved blades, flipping it upside down in his hand, so it looked almost like a scyth.

Raising the blade, y/n shouted, "I suffer NO ONE!"

Bringing the blade down, the tip pierced the Stormbringer's eye, spouting blood as it was driven deeper into the uruk's skull. A corpse clad in blackened armor fell from the ramparts that day, as an uruk beneath the wall screamed, "STORMBRINGER HAS FALLEN!"

It was then that the gates shattered, and through them charged the denolisher himself. ,One unlucky uruk before him screamed in agony as he was slammed into the ground, only for his head to be torn from his shoulders.

As y/n, continuing ti utilize the grappling hook, did at last find himself with feet on the ground, uruks fled deeper into the fortress, shouting "we're dying in the courtyard", and "fall back! Protect the keep!"

Kneeling next to the Stormbringer's fallen corpse, y/m took hold of the ebony blade clutched in his cold dead hands. The blade looked similar to those used by the shriekers, although serrated on one edge, and surrounded by a black and red cloud of morgai flies.

"A fine blade." said y/n, as he took wield of it, "Consider us even."

Y/n placed his shield and newly-acquired blade upon his back, as he proceeded to scale the structure beside him, in hopes of clearing away the archers.

Approaching behind the first, he impaled the uruk upon the blaack blade of the stormbringer.

The second archer turned tk face him, before he struck the uruk hard with his shield, sending him plummeting to the ground below.

However, y/n was toon tackled to the ground from behind. He looked uo to see a maskless, one-eyed Stormbringer, holding him down.

"You thought you could kill me that easily? That was no more than the eye of the storm! Whitness now my true power!!!!"

However, an arrow suddenly pierced the Stormbringer's arm.

Upon a tower near to the Stormbringer and the Wicked one, stood an uruk known as Deadye.

"Rrrgh... gotcha."

The Deadye fired a second arrow from his crossbow, piercing the Stormbringer's skull, and pinning his corpse to the wall.

Standing up y/n muttered, "Nice shot."