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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

The voices of the elves were drowned out as Thoruk concentrated his focus on the water. When his eyes opened he saw a ball of water floating in his hand, swiveling like a perfect ball in liquid miniature waves.

The bushfire was slowly starting to grow and Thoruk saw his axe in the middle, untouched by the flames but still discharging some static electricity.

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Ha'zi smiled in response. "Thanks, cleaning up camp took longer than expected." Then he added sourly as he filled the open space with his horse, "And someone, or something, ripped through my personal gear. So, that's great." He sighed. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
”Okay.” She replied, mildly. Yeah, Ha’zi, just being his over-dramatic self. How the hell did the Warrior Giant power end up with this weasel? She thought.

“Hey, Cardiloc, you okay? You seem unusually quiet and I haven’t seen you since yesterday?” Miriel asked, turning around to the Dunlending. Perhaps the Hybrid Shifter wasn’t so querulously awkward. Ha’zi saw that Cardiloc was behind Miriel. He had completely ignored him since Minas Tirith and only now did he realize that he had abandoned his best friend.

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As Thoruk opens his eyes and sees the ball of water in his hand he at first thinks that it might not be enaugh. "Aye, I'm surprised over and over again what you where capable off and what I am capable of right now. Let's not wait till it gets bigger" he thinks, looking at the spreading flames infront of him. He concentrates and looks at the water, I wonder if I can make a water fountain, even if it's small, it has more power than a simple ball." He puts both his hands close to the ball of water, pressing against it, thinking of the frozen waterfalls of ravenhill, hopeing that these memories will help him achive the water fountain. Back then when the frozen waterfalls melted one time, it was like a never ending water-flow.. powerfull, yet so graceful.
 
Ha'zi felt rather uncomfortable and not sure of what to do at the moment. He hadn't forgotten Cardiloc- it's just that the Southron always seemed to miss him. And Ha'zi still needed to apologize to him. Telling him off to the side was what he had planned to do, soon, but now his opportunity to do so was awkward. So Ha'zi remained silent, waiting for the Dunlending's response. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
SPLASH.

The bush was covered with a flow of water that erupted from Thoruk’s hands, the ball sucking moisture out of the air and condensing it, resulting in a waterfall. His axe was wet and the fire went out.

“Dwarf! Where is the damn dwarf!” Thoruk could hear Elladan’s voice shouting through the woodlands of Ithilien.

“Dwarf-Karoltai!” Elladan called.
“Move out the three regiments, we’ll catch up. Zaro, Elrohir, Elladan, onward.” Celeborn commanded them, “The Shifters and my retainers shall remain.”

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"Hm" Thoruk thinks as he picks up his wet axe, looking at it for a few seconds. "That worked out quite well, thanks for the little help lad" he thinks before attaching the axe to his back. "That guy's still crying like an orc that wants flesh.. I'll better hurry" Thoruk thinks before picking up his axe and helmet, putting it on and slowly walking towards the screams. "They can wait for a few more seconds I guess" he tells himself as he walks calmly.
 
Elladan, Elrohir and their respective cohorts detached from the shifter group and joined the Gondorian Cavalry Regiment on the road.

“There you are Master Dwarf,” Celeborn let out an exasperated sigh and indicated Thoruk’s pony to him. “Mount up, friend and our journey shall continue.”

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CHAPTER 10: THE LAND OF SHADOW.


((Everything occurring before this moment is time-bubbled. This is a time-skip.))

And so they rode on.

The days passed in flashes. Zaro trained Ha’zi and Daugo together; Sigeric had some rather interesting conversations with Glorfindel and Celeborn; Dimitri found his troop with Beredur, Pellor, Tanithil and the other nineteen elves that praised Tulkas Astaldo; Ha’zi and Miriel fornicated in a few more places, Iver himself catching it once (this guy can’t catch a break); Iver, Marco and Thoruk trained together, Iver witnessed Thoruk’s powers again and saw they had grown, Marco helped Iver do cardiovascular press ups and constantly made jokes about the Flying Giant being the strongest; Karstir and Daugo shared some wine for an evening under the stars, along with Turmir and Harros who watched from afar; Cardiloc and Ha’zi had their time to one another in order to make up and talk out their issues; Zaro had another homosexual encounter when he ‘accidentally’ fell and kissed Elladan, who swore and cursed him fifteen times that night; Elrohir was the ever diligent of the two brothers and apologized for the misdemenaor, becoming friends with Zaro; and Ha’zi never really found out who ripped apart the Trickster’s tapestry, the mystery baffling him through the long nights with Miriel.

It was dawn when the column of riders reached the ruins of the Black Gate. The tower of narchost to the south had fallen and carchost to the north too was in need of much repair. The innards of the Udun valley were laid bare to them all. A stark, barren wasteland. Little grew. Less lived. A beetle rolled over the ground, crawling through the skeleton of a troll. Thousands of skeletons littered the cracked volcanic dirt. It was as if a painting of doom and gloom had been drawn by Mandos himself.

“After the War of the Ring, Mordor was abandoned and left to rot. Most of the settlements had been destroyed after the ruination of Mt. Doom and the Dark Tower.” Glorfindel narrated to them shrewdly.

Celeborn halted the host and Crandil rode up to meet him. Together with the shifters and a dozen
military personnel on both Gondor and Noldorin sides, they discussed the plans once over.
“Remember to protect the Shifters at all costs. Understand?” Celeborn spoke to the Gondorian Captain.
“Understood. If I fire the black flare, we must retreat. Green is all clear. Yellow is hazardous. And red, red is for imminent danger.” Crandil replied.

All the Shifters had been handed firework-guns which spot off a spark. They had two sets of ammunition for each color code, except black. Two greens, two yellows, and, of course, two reds.

“Is everyone ready?” Celeborn asked them all.

The huge column of soldiers fanned out behind the Shifters. A thousand riders. A thousand soldiers. A thousand elves and men taking a risk. Green boys, some veterans, and of course, the elves who’d fight to the death as death itself meant little to them.

Celeborn addressed them all.

“I’m not one for grand speeches or heralding visions. Truth be told I’m merely an elf. We are about to embark into the Land of Shadows. Be cautious. Be studious. Be at your best. This is no time to fool around, friends. Now, onward!” He grasped his horse’s reigns, turned it around and It started to trot towards the ruins of the Black Gate.

Elladan and Elrohir followed next, their regiments hot on their tails, following up the left and right corners of the Shifters group. Zaro’s was directly in the center, behind theirs, waiting for the Shifters to take the plunge forwards into the Land of Shadow. Into the darkness. Into Mordor.

“Let’s go kill some facks!” Marco shouted and rode ahead after Celeborn and the elves.

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"Oh yeah fine, just reflecting on things yknow. I mean the past few months have been quite chaotic." He shrugged to the Haradrim.
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Throughout the journey Card chose to keep to the company of Thoruk, Iver and Marco. Usually rolling his eyes at Marco's 'jokes'.
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The Dunlending gulped as they approached the valley of Udun, although abandoned only a year before it still reeled of evil and shadow. He listened carefully to what Celeborn and Crendil had to say, curiously admiring the fireworks that had been given to him.

After the elf's speech Card chorused what Marco had said with a shout. "AYE!!!"
 
"This will be a disaster" Thoruk thinks as he facepalms the shit out of his head. "Well, they chose this path, we had no chance, so they're the dumb ones I guess" he thinks as he turns around, looking at the army of men and elves before moving on.
 
Screw it. Just say it already, Ha'zi. "Card, could i talk with you for a moment?" The boy blurted out to the Dunlending. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
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"G-geez Iver, why'd you walk over here in the first place?" Ha'zi shouted at the merchant, deeply embarassed and rather freaked out at someone walking in on them.
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"So, this is it." Ha'zi mutters. The young boy gazes around as the bleak, yet ominous land is marched upon by the small army. This is where it all would end. Their lives, probably. Possibly the world and everyone they knew and loved. But, if they succeed, no matter the losses, it could be the end of the pain. The end of this darkness that loomed around them all, the reminder of their horror on the island.

The end. But was he ready for it? Was he ready for any of this? Were they ready for this? It could be a massacre, it could be nothing and they find Morgoth alone and weak and it would all be over. Ha'zi preferred the latter, but he doubted it would happen. After everything that has happened thus far, there would be no lucky break for them. He knew that, and dreaded it.

Yet, he had trained. Prepared himself with that elf Zaro and Daugo, Thoruk showing him throwing skills, and the things Dimitri had taught him. It should have shown he was ready, but he felt the pressure weighing down. His apocalyptic dream still lingered on his mind along with the encounter  he had involving the Trickster. Everything depended on Ha'zi. Everything. Miriel, his friends, these soldiers risking their lives here with the shifters, his home, the world. He couldn't fail. He couldn't.

Ha'zi stared forward with determination in his eyes. It would all end here, he'd make sure of that. Then he'd be able to live a happy life, the presence of this horror gone. He couldn't wait for it to come true. So, Hazi rode forward to the front of the group, ready to face the end. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
Iver looked at the two teens in shock. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FCKING MIND?!" He asked with anger. "Do you really think that the expedition to mordor is the best time to get someone pregnant? You selfish fools, do you at least use protection?" He asked with a hope that they weren't as stupid as they appeared.
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Let's get this over with, Iver thought to himself. "LETS DO IT" he shouted and rode after Marco, for death and glory all the way to victory.
 
"IVER! Leave, NOW." Ha'zi angrily hissed back at the merchant. He quickly gave Miriel her clothes to cover up, and the Haradrim boy was too busy seething from Iver's announcement to the entire camp about what they were doing here to grab his own.
 
"This is fcking it, we are sending that gonthot back home, I can't believe you brought her all the way here just for a booty call" Iver said, disgusted by the selfishness of the kid and the stupidity of the girl.
He left the place looking for one of the high ranked elves or gondorian commanders.
 
"What?! Seriously, don't you DARE, Iver!" Ha'zi angrily says to him, then he reaches a boiling point as Iver heads away. "I swear to Eru... Ugh, fack him." Ha'zi grabs his clothes from the ground and messily tosses them on then says to Miriel, "I'll be back, I'm going to deal with this nonsense." He then runs off after Iver, ready to strangle the merchant.
 
Iver walked angrily as he heard someone running behind him, it was Hazi with murderous look on his face.
"Go back to the tent Hazi, it's the last time this is gonna happen so at least enjoy it" he told him as he got closer to him.
 
"No, Iver. You aren't sending her home. She already came all the way out here with us without our problem, so Miriel is staying." Ha'zi said defiantly.
 
Iver looked around, small crowd already stared at them. "We will talk about this later, for now I won't tell anyone" he told the kid. His anger left as fast as he came, he should quit day drinking.
"What are wankers looking at? Don't you have things to do?" He shouted and walked toward where he originally planned on going while he stumbled into the lover's nest.
 
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