I seriously cannot stop laughing. Oh my god. DEAD NOW! OH MAN. That's it, my next character has to be an Orc.
Anyway, wow moment today: I was heading north on the Whiterun plains when a couple of skeletons attacked me. Now, skeletons usually don't pose a problem, but one of these must have been a Skeleton Death Overlord or something—he was tough. I was almost out of magicka and stamina, and my health was dropping precariously low as he smacked me with his hammer. I thought it was all over. But then, out of nowhere, a mammoth charged in front of me and knocked the skeleton over with his tusks, killing him. Of course, I started scrambling away from the mammoth, expecting it to come after me next... but it didn't. It just calmly lumbered along. Curious, I inched closer to it, but it didn't seem to mind. Then I ran right up to him and practically hugged his snout. He looked at me like, "Hey dude. 'Sup." And that is the story about how a mammoth saved my life and became my friend.