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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

It took Grimnir an additional two days to walk to it. He found the old forest road to be much cleaner than it previously was. The road was paved again and the forest that had once been Mirkwood no longer seemed haunting or threatening, instead, it was cheerful with birds singing and insects chiming. Yet, he would have to be safe. Grimnir had heard tales of the place being infested with spiders but a lot could have changed in the span of two decades.

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"Yeah..." Iver's father seemed to say, awkwardly rubbing his neck, "Remember that time she had an affair with the Lord of Redhaven?" He murmured, "Well, she did it again. And I found out from my colleagues. So, I divorced her, ceremonially and all. And now she lives as his mistress. You know your mother, Iver. Let's not sugarcoat it. She's a whore. I mean, I did marry her after a lustful night at the Arrow Hall." Iver was well acquainted with the Everton Spring, it was the most famed brothel in Rhovanion and the largest by far, even dwarves had vigilant visits to it. It's literal name came from Dale's history of famous bowmen and the fact that any man's arrow was raised once inside. It was the place Iver lost his virginity to a rather experienced Dalish woman. His friends had taken him there after a late night of drinking in the Everton Spring, a bar for the high classes of Dale.

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The house burned in the background as well as the charred forested areas around the Adorn valley. Nightfall would come soon and they had a mission.

Cardiloc remembered that he had sent his remaining family, his mother and sister, fleeing.

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Iver sighed. His mother did flirt way too often and pushed it way too far. "We both knew that the day will come" He said slightly sad for rather his father and not mother. "So, you live here alone?" He asked him
 
"Master Elf, I am always up for a drink," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But I prefer to drink with people I know by name," he added, looking at him expectantly.
 
"Yeah. It gets lonely. I'm actually surprised that I'm not questioning you about that island thing. Knowing you, you probably got looted by some raiders, got caught up in some black market trade, adventured and experienced the world and finally returned with your man-friend. You and him close," Iver's father winked at Iver, "Or you not into men. Got any girls out there? Am I a grandfather?" He smiled and stood up, going over to Iver and tickling him like he used to when Iver was younger.

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"Harros." The elf said, handing him the cup. He was sprighty and had dark brown hair like most of his comrades.

"Turmir." A blonde-haired green-eyed one said, he was next to Harros.

"Karstir." Called one of the females of the group. Daugo had noticed that unlike Hobbits and Bree-men, females were allowed to enlist in militias. She had a longsword attached to her belt-sheath and smiled at the hobbit with a freckled grin.

"Beredur." Another dark-haired one said. He raised a cup of red wine.

"Eurgund." A fifth called, he was the last amongst their little side of the campfire. He was the shortest of the elves that Daugo had seen, around five foot ten.

"Now that we're acquainted, let's play a game. Each of us gets to ask a question such as 'Have you ever seen a female Dwarf', and if your answer is yes, then you must drink. If no, then do not. Last one standing wins. Everyone alright with that? Master Burgins, you're up."

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The throne room was vast and grand. Slabs of jade marble and silver lined floors lead Thoruk to the throne of the King. There was a line of dwarves awaiting to speak with him and it was clear it would be a while before he had an audience with the King. Thorin III Stonehelm was gruff and sturdy looking. He sat on his throne, back straight, hands at his side, no-nonsense attitude apparent.

"No. The goats are not going to be brought into the mountain. There is nothing inside for them to graze on and doing so would add to our mounting costs. We have only finished the repairs and cannot undertake huge projects, Master Kurnir." The King told one of the dwarves at the front of the line.

A rather angry one stormed off, heading past Thoruk, grumbling about goats.

"You have nothing to worry about, Brother Tolin. Harvest taxes shall not be raised any further."

Another dwarf walked past, wiping sweat from his brow. After seven more dwarves Thoruk was before the King.

"Hello, my longbeard kinsmen. What is it you wish to talk about?" The King asked Thoruk with his kind voice.

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Grimnir continues his way and hunts for any boars and elks he could find, except those near the woodland realm, they somehow are protected by the Elves.
 
Daugo grins wickedly. "Oh, I am more than alright with that." He needed to get some alcohol flowing in his veins, it had been much too long. "Have you... Have you ever lied to someone from the moment you met them?"
 
"miss me with that gay shitSorry to disapoint you but im not into boys dad. I did meet someone, but she died back on the island. Anyways, is Brand still the king because i do need to talk with him on something very important that i discovered in my journey" He said and quickly added "The slave trade in bree". There was no point at telling his father that morgoth is free and the end is near.
 
Cardiloc was on the ground, "I'm going to check on my family, we can stay the night there Dimitri." He offered to the Dwarf Giant.
 
Dimitri stared at the flames as they consumed his house. He stared as they turned into embers, and stared as the sunset. His family home was gone, memories tossed into the flame like scraps of wood. His parents were most likely dead now because of what he said. For once, he felt bad, for he doomed someone he cared about. Celeste, Osk, they were merely pawns to help him escape the island. But his parents raised him and taught him the ways of the Valar. They molded him into what he was today. And now they were gone. "We shouldn't stay." he said. He began to head towards the shrine, which was just a mile away from here.
 
Grimnir found no sign of elk, but he did catch a fat obese boar. He would have to cook it and settle for the night. The journey would take a minimum of two weeks as he walked the entire Old Forest Road and caught his own food. Eventually he strode out of the forest and saw the end of the road. He was in a field. Where to now?

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Turmir and Beredur raised the glass and took a swig, then refilled it.

Harros spoke next, "Have you ever touched a Dwarf's beard?" He smirked at Eurgund who grimly grasped the cup of ale and drank the wine. Would Daugo drink?

"Have you ever dreamt, lewdly, about one of your travel companions?" Turmir asked. None of the elves drank.
"Oh don't lie."

Karstir drank, wiping a blush from her pale cheeks.

"Haha!" They laughed.

Karstir swallowed and began, "Have you ever been seen nude, accidentally?" None of the elves raised their glasses and Eurgund sly looked towards Daugo.

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"Oh. King Brand died in the Battle of Dale as well, son. Your brother was with him when they were slaughtered by Easterlings. I was away with business in Dorwinion since their ambassadors had been kicked out by Prince Luincrist. The new King is Bard II, Brand's son. He's quite the fellow. Smarter than his father. He was raised in Greenwood the Great by Thranduil the Elvenking and spent time mastering weapons with Prince Aasim of the Woodland Realm. If you want I could take you to him, Iver. He has the prime minister have his meetings whilst he reads in the palace libraries. Quite the bookish fellow that one is." Iver's father told him, ceasing the tickles as they seemed to not work on his son anymore and laying back down on the couch with him.

Marco walked in, still dressed in his smelly clothes, "Could I change these?" He asked both, hoping for an answer.

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Thoruk glances at the King. "Aye, King Thorin" he starts of. "What happend to Dain Ironfoot my King?" he asks as he bows down a little bit, reminded that he should be king at this point. "I'm sorry if this question confuses you a bit, but I haven't been here in a while ya know?" he says before caughing twice. "I have big news that the north needs to know." Thoruk says as he looks at the mighty dwarven statues around him and remembers that there had been a war. "Dain's probably in the Iron Hills" he says to himself before speaking out. "Where ever Dain is, I need to speak him, it's realy important my king." he says looking at Thorin. "You could say he's an old friend of mine, or atleast he should recognize me I guess." he addes before waiting for the answers he desperately needs.
 
Sigeric gave a slight smile as he rode through the gates of the familiar northern city. He was just as familiar with this place as he was with Redhaven. He took in the sounds of the city's many bell-towers, and the smells of fresh breads and pastries from the bakeries lining the streets. He stopped for a moment in front of a large mansion. Iver's father's house had once stood here, but it had been significantly smaller. Sigeric scowled, and continued riding towards the King's Hall.
 
Ha'zi hopped off of Card's dragon form before he transformed. He shook his head at the Dunlending's plan, "No, I agree with Dimitri, we should leave soon. We need to hurry along with our quest and depart tonight." He turnedd away from Cardiloc as he went back to his family and noticed Dimitri heading away. Feeling guilty for his friend, Ha'zi followed the man to the shrine.
 
The shrine of Tulkas the Joyful Wrath was the largest shrine to him in southern Middle-Earth. Positioned on top of a cliff overlooking some white water rapids, it was said to have been carved from a immense stone that descended from the west, which glowed like a star upon crashing into the earth. Of course, people surround religious icons with legends all the time, and the reality is that this was made from several blocks of stone quarried from a mine west of the Adorn. It was a simple shrine, just being a pristine statue of Tulkas in full armor, laughing joyfully as he makes war against his enemies. People periodically left gifts to Tulkas, ranging from some food to iron ingots to even a full suit of armor. Dimitri would've been charged with taking care of the shrine, had he not left at Hector's urging. He knelt before the shrine, on a stone worn out from hundreds of other people, and paid his respects. He still felt awe and fear as he gazed up at Tulkas' face, and he knew that this was the closest he'd ever get to his lord.

"...The truth is that I am afraid. I think all my party is, though they might not realize it. I know my fate, the old seer told me it, but I don't want to accept it. I don't want to die in the ashes of Mordor. I don't want to face Morgoth. But who else will? No one has stared into the void where Morgoth dwelt. I swore I saw things in there, dark forms that swam around the shadows. They can't be released. The world shouldn't succumb to those horrors..."
 
Daugo had drunk at Harros' question. He had accidentally touched Thoruk's beard when they bumped into each other on Bree, and perhaps on other occasions.

He didn't drink at Turmir's; as Marco would put it, "what the fack".

He raised his glass and took a healthy swig from it at Karstir's, chuckling at the memory.
 
Thorin spoke, "My father Dain Ironfoot II, was slain in the Battle of Dale," he paused, "I am sorry for your loss and my own, friend. What is this important news, Mister?" He expected Thoruk to introduce himself.

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"Sure. There's some clothes of Iver's in the back, your old ones, Iver, I kept them, though they're not too clean. If you want to head on out and buy some, head right on the street outside and to the parlour market. You should find the best clothes there. Caravans come in from the Dorwinion, Rohan, Rhun and even the Reunited Kingdom with the best stuff. Give me a moment." He walked out of the room and came back with a bag of gold coins and handed it to Iver.

Marco waited awkwardly at the door. Not knowing how to act in this situation.

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The King's House was located in his palace. The usual place for Sigeric to be is at the King's Halls where King Brand used to oversee the daily dues and listen to the bickering of his people.

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"Have you ever..." It went on for two hours. Most of the other elves went to sleep and some had given them rather scornful looks but the group continued.

"Have you ever orgasmed on accident?" Turmir asked, drunkenly laying on the floor. It was just between him and Daugo at this point. Karstir had dragged off a sleeping Beredur twenty-two minutes ago while Harros and Eurgund had lost and respectfully saluted the remaining contestants before leaving to their beds.

Celeborn wandered over and looked at Daugo. The hobbit was drunk. Absolutely wasted. But was somehow still awake.

"Long night, Master Burgins?" He remained standing, his voice neutral. Turmir waited, expecting an answer to his question, and burped suddenly. It was unusual to see an elf burp but it had just happened and Daugo had witnessed it. It must've been as rare as a shooting star.

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No answers came to Dimitri. As usual. Before he left he felt a tingle in his bones and a jolt went through him. The statue of Tulkas, marble stone remained unmoving but Dimitri saw something happen to his hand. It began to turn white like the stone, it was identical to the marble.

Cardiloc and Ha'zi noticed it as well. Dimitri's hand had turned to stone.

The sun set in the east and darkness fell upon them all.

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"Thanks dad, ill be back after ill show Marco the market" Iver told his father. "Common marco, we need to buy you new stuff. With important people, its all about the look" He said as they went out to buy for both of them clothes that will make them both look like lords. He would leave most of his old weapons at home and will pay a visit to the weapon market to buy himself high quality crossbows and daggers.
 
"Tulkas gave me strength." Dimitri whispered. With renewed faith in his heart, he stood up and watched the sun set. "This is the plan: we go east. We have to get to Minas Tirith as quick as possible. Following the mountains means we can stay away from major settlements." he said. If Card was still a dragon, he'd pick up Ha'zi and place him on the dragon before climbing on himself with his weapon bundles in hand.
 
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