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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Scouts disperse!" Zaro commanded pointing to the sides. Zaro watched carefully for the fireworks.

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(Timebubble with Sigeric)
"Mostly about you and your giant for this mission."
 
"The Armoured, yeah..." Marco said, "Weren't you listening to what Sigeric said in that official meeting room place thangy?" He asked Cardiloc.
"Tell him about the Armoured Giant, Iv. He needs ta know."

All around them the sound of hooves thudded on the cracked salted earth. Dirt flew up from the stampede.

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"They're coming." Mairon said, standing next to Pyrus. "Everything is in place?"

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Pyrus would look back at his officers, including Azura, all of them would nod. Turning around to face Mairon he would say "Yes, on your signal I'll activate it, I assume you told them above the ground layouts?" He would ask, excited that it was finally time. What they had been preparing and trying for the past few days for.
 
"A pleasure to meet you, mi'lady. I am Dimitri, son of Yuri and Forochel." Dimitri replied. There was something enticing and pleasing in Tarithil's voice, like an exquisite Dorwinion wine or a fair, clear stream in the Adorn.
 
((Time-Bubble))

”Well met, sir, Dimitri. I’ve never seen a son of Forochel. Are there plenty of you around the south these days?” Tanithil asked, completely serious.

Elladan laughed somewhere in the distance.

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”Close in on the Carach Angren!” Elrohir ordered, his regiment veering off to the left, and heading forward to the pass. It was a massive earthen wall once ago. Now it had fallen into a mud slump and hardened over time. More ruins lay ahead, the dark obsidian stone of Mordor created vast monolithic pillars that jutted up from the ground like menacing towers. Unlike most of the fortifications on the pass, these stood tall and proud, jutting into the bright noon sky. They were almost angelic in a malevolent manner. The Iron Jaws that led the way into the Plateau of Gorgoroth beckoned them forth. Sigeric felt something strange upon seeing them. As if they were indictative of doom, which they were, yet what doom exactly? Had Sauron not been felled here? Twice?

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”Yes, they know. When I signal you, activate it.” Mairon grinned, ”This is where the fun begins.” He de-materialized. Pyrus was left with all the high ranking Maia near the obelisk. They went through the task of making final checks, “Weapons in place.”
“Trenches dug.” Uasset nodded.
“Teams in position.” Azura notified him. “Everything is set.”

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Dimitri chuckled and replied, "I wish, mi'lady. The only reason I'm in the south is because Yuri sent me away long ago. We Forochelrim are few, much like the Eldar, but we lack your grace, skill, and beauty." A desperate gamble.

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Dimitri stayed with the Tulkas-praising Elves, but stayed wary of any traps. This was too easy. One could not simply walk into Mordor.
 
Tanithil glanced at him curiously, “You seem to know much of the Eldar. But what do you know of yourself? Which of the Houses of the Edain do you descend from, sir?”

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"I am of the Hectori, a small tribe located in the southwest of Forochel that is obsessed with the past. Some tales say that we are sons of Beor that fled east after a great battle of fire and smoke in the west, others that we are simply sons of many houses combined into one tribe. But I agree with the first tale. My father actively searched out clues about the Forochelrim and found clues indicating we are descendants of the house of Beor that went east prior to the Battle of Great Fire and escaped the massacre of our kinsmen." Dimitri replied. He could feel the cold of Forochel in his bones, a distant memory in the lands of Gondor. "But exact facts have been lost to time and the filth of Angmar." He said Angmar with hate and disgust.
 
Ha'zi continued to stare uninterested at the dark landscape. This ride was honestly boring him, and he needed someone to talk to. He had noticed Miriel seemed rather grim, so he decided to slow his horse down and trot alongside her. "You feeling up for this, Miriel?" Ha'zi asks with a concerned look.
 
"Very well, but you did not give me your name, as I suggested."

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As the valley of Udun stretched before them, Sigeric felt a foreboding sense of anticipation. There was no doubt in his mind that Morgoth knew that they were here. He could not shake the feeling that they were riding into a death trap. It was too late to turn back. They had no other choice but to spring the trap. Sigeric rode to the front of the group of Karoltai. They needed someone to lead them and coordinate with the rest of the army, and no one else seemed willing to take the initiative. He looked back to check the positions of all of the Shifters, before gazing forward to the Carach Angren. Sauron had indeed been felled here in the past, but Sigeric was not keen to rely on any sort of poetic justice to see them through their mission.
 
((Time-Bubble))

"Angmar," Tanithil repeated, "My mother perished in the Battle outside Fornost. She was led by Elrond and Glorfindel along with a host to fight the Witch-King and defend the Kingdom of Arthedian. Sadly, Arthedian was ruined. Yet the goal was accomplished. Angmar fell and the Witch-King fled into the East." She stopped speaking, "Apologies, good sir, Dimitri, I blathered on and wasted your time. Good day." She departed from the temporary training field.

Beredur grunted, "Fancy her?"

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"No." Miriel spoke truthfully, her eyes down, "I'm not prepared. But what can we do when the world is so..." She was at a loss for words.

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((Death)) "Good" Pyrus would say, turning around in his chair to look into the obelisk, the water was so clear, unusually clear. Every reflection was detailed and defined. How unusual considering where they were. He would glance up waiting for the signal, without looking back he would say "Make sure everyone, especially the drakes know to only attack at my signal. The chances are we won't need them but we can't be to careful."
 
"You wasted nothing." Dimitri called after her, taking in the moment. His heart felt... warmer... than it had been in a long time.

"She is interesting, a fine warrior. Why do you ask?"
 
She was already out of sight.

"I've seen you and the other shifters. You lot don't seem particularly friendly, especially not you, Dimitri. You're always frowning. Around her..." Beredur's hand raised in the direction of Tanathil, "You smiled once. I never seen you smile. And it's been four days. Who doesn't smile in four days? I mean, sure, there's Glorfindel who's constantly dour but that's because he died and watched all his friends and family burn in Gondolin. What happened to make you scowl so much?"

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Ha'zi frowned. It was painful to see Miriel like this, so unlike her usual cheery self. But he remembered her telling him the tale of her rather painful life thus far, and the sadness she had around her when they first met.

"Miriel...." he said, the light of determination now faded from his eyes. "I know, I know firsthand how the world is. And I can see how badly it has effected you. I want you to know, you're not alone. I am here for you," he says as he grabs her hand and squeezes, and looks into her eyes. "And I'll stay with you until the end of this." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"I don't suppose it's possible to turn back and stay in Ithilien at this point?" said Daugo to no one in particular as they entered the land of depression and oppression. He had a strong aversion towards really dry places, and this was as desert-like as it got. He looked around and addressed Celeborn. "How're we going to divide ourselves from here on?"
 
“I have been watching my homeland die since I was born. My biological parents died to disease or old age, my adoptive parents kidnapped by Maia because of my actions. When I grew up and served in the militia, I held stranger and close friends in my arms as they died. At the Second Battle of Calembel, nearly my entire regiment was killed, wounded, or taken prisoner, and were feasted on by the servants of the Black Foe. Those that survived were crippled for life or driven to insanity. I had my arm hewn off and endured poison and pain for Tulkas knows how long. I have been sold into slavery, whipped to the brink of death to protect friends, forced to watch them die in terrible ways. A group of escaped slaves I promised to help escape was massacred by the things we now control. And now, I march into the Land of Mordor, where an old seer said I would die.” Dimitri said coldly.

“Like Forochel, I endure now only because of three things: faith in the Valar, hatred of the Black Foe, and a desire for revenge. For years, I have thought that my existence would be a cold and lonely one. But when I see a warrior whose beauty is as greater as her skill with the blade, I have a small glimmer of hope that Tulkas has smiled down upon me, and given me a chance to be reborn as a new man.” He continued.

“But for the record, if you get me drunk enough, I do smile. And believe me, it takes a lot of ale to do that.”
 
((Time-bubble.))

Beredur felt pathos and sympathy for Dimitri up until the last moment where he stifled a giggle at that notion.

“When this is all over, I’ll buy you some Dorwinion wine and we’ll see how long it takes until you smile.” Beredur mused, a grin on his face before he picked up his sword and left the training area.
“May Tulkas allow it.” Were his departing words.

((Time-bubble ended.))

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Miriel’s hand squeezed his, “I know,” She responded to the boy, neither smiling nor frowning at him. Ha’zi could sense that there was something else on her mind, something troubling her.

Naive child. Miriel thought. If he doesn’t hate me after this, he must truly be mad. We all die. Even if we’re immortal. Even if we run, even if we hide, fate will catch up to us and end it all. All that matters is now. It wasn’t time yet. She glanced back to Ha’zi, “I’m sorry if I seem dour this day, I just didn’t enjoy your friend, the Flyer saying those things about me.” She lied. She couldn’t give a rats ass about that idiotic Dalishman. Now, he, she was sure, was insane. The man looked drunk every day and smelt of piss and alcohol. At least he didn’t get the power of the Warrior Giant. Imagine trying to seduce him. Miriel kept her vomit down. At least it went to Ha’zi. He’s cu-nope. Don’t think about that. Only the mission. Yes. Just the mission. Her eyes fell past Ha’zi, past the Shifters, and past the elves, looking at the Gondorian Cavalry Regiment. Soon it would happen. She turned back. Soon she’d be back with Tytus and Equas and all the others. And Sauron wouldn’t need to release Aranel when he’d have the Warrior instead.

Elladan chuckled at the hobbit’s question, “My cohort, with me!” He commanded and broke off from the Shifters with another hundred elves following him, riding towards the Carach Angren.

Elrohir’s cohort had already crossed the passageway and was moving out across the Plateau of Gorgoroth when Celeborn’s retinue and the Shifters reached the Iron Mouth (Carach Angren).

“Master Burgins, the three elven cohorts shall split up and act as scouts to our party. We shall continue behind them. Elladan’s cohort is heading east, Elrohir’s is going south and Zaro’s shall be southeast, directly ahead of us. The Gondorians shall follow up and will have their own similar scouting parties. They’ll break up once we hit the Lithlad area south of-“

VWOOSH.

A firework rose into the air from beyond the Carach Angren. It was green.

“The passage is clear!” Glorfindel called back to Celeborn’s party, riding towards them before turning his horse in a semi-circle and riding with them, “However, there is a complication. Those structures. They bear resemblance to nothing I’ve ever seen.” The white-haired elf pointed towards the tall ebony monoliths which stood at each side of the Iron Mouth.

All of them could see the menacing tall monuments standing high and tall, strutting out of the Ash Mountains. They seemed almost unnatural to Middle-Earth. But, then again, so did many of the obsidian-like rocky settlements that had once populated Mordor.

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”They’re in place. Waiting for the command, sir.” Saenes saluted.

Pyrus saw, far in the distance, the Carach Angren from his vantage point. The first lines of riders had passed through.

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The chamber was dark and the guards stood by as Eonwë’s twin walked up the obsidian floor and stood before the Dark Lord on his great black throne.
”Everything is in place, Melkor,”

”As expected of my first lieutenant. I too have orchestrated and arranged my own tactic to dealing with the Eight. I hope you notified your pets of their powers and strengths. They cannot underestimate them.” Morgoth spat back, sitting on his throne.

Mairon was reminded of the failure of the Armoured Giant and Azura in attempting to capture the Flying, Elemental and Guardian Giants. Of course the Armoured had failed; it was fighting three Karoltai. He had only assumed the Elemental and Flyer would be there not Berra’s Inheritor.
”Of course, my Lord. You need not worry about even putting yourself in the field. I shall handle it, my Lord.”

”Hmm.” Morgoth grumbled.

Mairon bowed his head, turned and walked back out of the fortress, disappearing mid-stride as his Maiar Wings allowed him to fly through space and time.
 
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