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VS Battle Fingolfin and Feanor (Lord of the Rings) vs Aenerion (Warhammer Fantasy/Age of Sigmar)

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Battle of the elves.

The strongest, most skilled, and greatest of the elves in the First Age and the greatest of all the Children of the Illuvtar and of all time according to Tolkien himself, Faenor, and his brother Fingolfin vs Aenarion; the first Phoenix King of Ulthaun; the Avatar of Khaine, the foe of Chaos.

Match set up: 2 v 1

Preparation allowed and speed equalized.

Scenario 1: Fingolfin and Feanor attempt to ambush Aenerion whose mounted on his dragon, Inudragunir. And armed with the Sword of Khaine.
Scenario 2: Conventional fight, Inudragunir isn't involved.

How does this go?
 
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I should ban you both :catgun

Well Aenerion is the strongest elf in Warhammer Fantasy, the strongest and greatest of all the Phoenix Kings of Ulthuan, solo'd the four most powerful Greater Daemons of the Four Chaos Gods and can stomp entire armies of daemons by himself, the Sword of Khaine also makes Gods shit themselves and it basically will kill any mortal it touches
 
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Sigismund said:
What are Fanatsy's Chaos Gods sitting at?

Fairly certain with the fate of that Slannesh, its pretty well established Fanasty and 40k are different Gods
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Dunno, top tiers but obviously not as powerful as 40k's version.

Here are some of Aenerion's feats:

A beastman leapt at [Aenarion], jaws snapping; he caught it in the air one-handed, and sent it flying a hundred yards with a flick of his arm. It cartwheeled through the air to splatter against the walls of the shrine.
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Casually catching and throwing a leaping beastman with one arm more than hundred yards and with enough force and speed to make it splatter against a stone wall.

Fighting Fantasy version Fateweaver:

[Fateweaver]stretched out its taloned hands and ravening streamers of multi-coloured light flashed towards Aenarion. Whatever they touched, living or unliving, warp and changed. Beastmen devolved into protoplasm, hardened stone ran like water. Aenarion raised his blade in front of him and the ribbons of light parted to either side of him. He pushed forward, like a swimmer against a strong tide.

The Lord of Change bellowed its rage and fury and invoked another spell, but by the time it was complete,, but by the time it was complete Aenarion was upon it, and the black blade bit home in its flesh. Where the weapon struck, great chunks were hacked away and ectoplasm swirled forth in a choking cloud. The daemon screamed, unable to believe that anything could cause it such pain. Its mighty taloned hands reached out to grip Aenarion.

Such a feast, whispered the voices in his head. More.

Sparks flew as the daemon's grip bit into Aenarion's breastplate. The Lord of Change was a being of awful magical power and not even the potent spells woven into the elf's armour could completely resist it. The talons bit flesh and drew blood as they sought the Phoenix King's heart.

Aenarion stifled his own cry of pain, and, knowing he had only one chance to live, struck a blow with the black blade, piercing the daemon's head and striking its jewelled brain. It exploded into a thousand pieces. The force of the blast hurled him through the air to land sprawling on the steps of the temple. He felt ribs break on impact.
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Aenrion fighting an entire army of Chaos:

As they approached the Isle of the Dead, horror and wonder filled his mind in equal measure. Thousands of crude ships filled the sea, delivering legions of monsters to the shores of the island.
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Hundreds of thousands of twisted beings filled the beaches beneath him, some the size of elves, some the size of dragons and every size and shape in between. Here and there things raised hands or claws or a staff to the sky and a futile bolt of magical energy blasted skyward to strike a dragon impotently. At this range and height there was nothing their foes could do to harm them. Those flying Chaos creatures that dared to rise and challenge them were blasted from the sky...
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Each of the armies was led by a greater daemon sworn to those powers, chosen representatives of the daemon gods. They were mighty beyond the understanding of mortals. They had led their forces to countless victories in countless places. The fact that they were all gathered here argued that the daemonic leaders understood quite as well as he did exactly how important this place was, that the fate of the world would be decided by what happened here today.
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A group of elf soldiers tried to fight their way towards the embattled Phoenix King but died before they could reach him, overwhelmed by the sheer number of their foes. Aenarion leapt from Indraugnir’s back, like a swimmer diving into a sea of monstrous flesh. His blade flickered faster than mortal eyes could follow, smashing through the bodies of his enemies as if they were made from matchwood. A dragon ogre leapt at him, jaws snapping; he caught it in the air one handed, and sent it flying a hundred yards with a flick of his arm. It cartwheeled through the air to splatter against the walls of the shrine.
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Aenarion cleaved through his opponents, killing everything within reach, his blade sending pulses of black light over the battlefield, the red runes glowing ever stronger as it drank life. His enemies died in their hundreds and then their thousands. Nothing could stand against him, and seeing his unleashed wrath his foes turned to flee.
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Sigismund said:
I honestly don't know much about Fanatsy or the first age so :becel
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Fingolfin fought a 400 foot tall fallen God who was basically hitting the ground with a hammer so violently he cored the earth to where magma was shooting out along with the usual debris and it caused a hell of a storm.

He manages to cripple this dude before said dude crushes him beneath of his foot.

Feanor his brother, solo'd an army and then fought a half dozen Balrogs while on fire and laughing his ass off like a lunatic.

And then loses because his soul was too powerful for his weakened body to contain so he combusts and gets shoved in a hall of autists by the Death Valar for being an asshole :mjlol

Orwellian said:
Dunno, top tiers but obviously not as powerful as 40k's version.

Here are some of Aenerion's feats:



Casually catching and throwing a leaping beastman with one arm more than hundred yards and with enough force and speed to make it splatter against a stone wall.

Fighting Fantasy version Fateweaver:



Aenrion fighting an entire army of Chaos:
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Shit, well we know he won't be affected by Fingolfins rage aura too much.

Lemme finish dinner and I'll read that stuff and give a better conclusion.
 
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I do know about the giant ass mountain sized proper Dragons of LotR.

Smaug was literally a flea compared to that one
 
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Just to add, Dragon Ogres continue to grow the longer they live and in effect are functionally immortal; the older they get, the taller and bigger and stronger they become. Normal ones are the size of Trolls, so 3-7 meters tall, the oldest and most powerful can match the size of Greater Daemons and be as big as large dragons or even tower a hundred or so meters or more in height.

To Aenerion, they are nothing.
 
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