We marched into the fort of Bosvik, a well-defended spot occupying the only pass through the mountains to the Stiff-beard capital. There were two sets of gates, and all traffic travelling through the pass must travel through both of them.
Here we are, just arrived at Bosvik. You can just see the southern gate in the background, and the Dwarves who have come with us lined up in rows behind the tables in the main courtyard. The Northern gate is defended by the square tower and portcullis.
The heroic Noldo Thorofin rushed straight through the fortress to the bridge outside the main-gate.
He found a very defensible looking bridge across a chasm.
That night, we were attacked, and soon discovered the bridge was indeed, very defensible indeed.
Orcs fell like leaves in autumn under our arrows fired from the walls.
After that, there was a Suspicious Lull. Thorofin bravely went out to the ice-orc camp to find out what the orcs were planning. He was in disguise wearing his bat-hood, which creates a very effective illusion of fitting in with the crowd. Here he is in the orc-camp:
Successive waves of attacks followed over the next few days. Oceans of orcs were slain (many of them by Angruin, who firing from above with the Bow of Angrod, hit his mark pretty much every time), and yet they could not breech the bridge!
Brunor, a 'giant of a Dwarf', the Stiff-beard king's personal bodyguard, who had come with us to defend Bosvik, was determined not to be put off, even if it meant climbing over a mountain of fallen enemies. Only Thrandin's best persuasive shouting was able to persuade him that it would not end well if he insisted on throwing himself into battle against trolls.
This seems as good a time as any for a photo of Yama Bungle in armour:
(the armour was made, oddly, not by Dwarves or Noldor, but by Sirithglor. Truly, she has all the skills. )
And then... Oh no! The orcs & trolls had found a way down into the Chasm under the bridge.
They had dug sideways and come up through the mine tunnels into the very fortress!
Some of the valiant defenders had time to line up barrels, chests and tables to try to slow them down, before they burst the door open.
But it didn't slow them for long. The enemy burst through the line of chests, to be met by none other than the heroic Hidek, in the form of a bear!
That's a pair of white Dwarvish War-boars in the foreground there.
The battle was a ferocious one! Thorofin zipwired from a tower onto the walls and into the fray!
More and more trolls came bursting in!
Outside the walls, orcish shamans had summoned up whirlwinds, causing some consternation among the stalwart Dwarven defenders, some of whom had to zip-wire away from a tower using their elite mountaineering skills.
Sirithglor managed to hijack the whirlwinds and use them to deter the attackers.
Here is a composite Art representing all of that. Background zipwiring dwarves and in the foreground, an Orcnado full of flying dead orcs in a whirlwind.
But at last, we had held the fort long enough for the Dwarvish reinforcements which had been down in Borr to march up and relieve us. We had done a great deal of damage to the invading ice-orcs, particularly with our avalanches, and it seemed pretty sure that the Stiff-beards under the command of Badrin son of king Sudrinwould be able to mop up the remains. We marched out with honour, and returned to Kibil-Tarag to lick our wounds and follow our mission.
BUT THERE IS STILL MORE!