Cardiloc turned his head towards Eonwe and Turin. "What should we do? Eonwe???" He asked nervously.
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"It matters not whether you had a choice, for neither do we. Hundreds of Elves and Men did not perish for us to surrender and bend the knee to your Lord. You have taken countless lives today, and yet you suddenly profess that you wish to avoid bloodshed. Perhaps there was a chance for peace, but it has long passed. Morgoth must be defeated, and if you stand in our way, your lack of a choice in the matter means nothing. You will be trampled in the path of Justice. If you truly wish freedom for your family, then you will turn against your master and join us. If not, then you must be prepared to die for him."
"you know, being naked in a dungeon filled with women is supposed to be very high on my list, but now I don't really like it when I'm stuck here with the gonthot, a little girl with a mouth the size of the screaming giant and..." He turned around, pointed at the frozen girl and asked "what's the deal with snow white?".
Ha'zi turned away from the figure, eyes closed, then murmured, "If you really want to stop this destruction, you may as well just kill me. I'm probably the reason why that happens in the first place." He faltered, and his voice broke, again, then turned to the figure. "You should find someone else for this. I'm not Tulkas, not Eonwë, not Sigeric or Daugo or Thoruk or Dimitri or any of the others; I'm not the person for this. Just some dumb kid."
Ha'zi stopped and closed his eyes, breathing in and out, then opens again and speaks, an edge now in his voice. "And it does matter, actually. I'd rather not have nameless dream wights come haunt-- or visit-- me everytime I close my eyes, bringing news of the apocalypse, without knowing who or what they are. So, please, enlighten me, great figure of sleepiness, who are you and your friend, the Trickster?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Ha'zi stopped and closed his eyes, breathing in and out, then opens again and speaks, an edge now in his voice. "And it does matter, actually. I'd rather not have nameless dream wights come haunt-- or visit-- me everytime I close my eyes, bringing news of the apocalypse, without knowing who or what they are. So, please, enlighten me, great figure of sleepiness, who are you and your friend, the Trickster?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
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”What?!” Glorfindel’s anger was broken as the revelation shown through. He looked up at Zaro and saw the elves’ coming over the hill and his eyes caught hold of the one-armed Celeborn. His heart was filled with joy and light shone through and all manner of vengeance was erased by the glimmers of hope. He walked away from the Armoured Giant, at first slowly, before bounding over to the opposing side where his most trusted ally stood.
The Armoured Giant took a step forward and Tytus yelled, “No!”
“Throw them the Dwarf.”
The Armoured hesitated and looked back at Tytus for reassurance.
A moment of reluctance passed and he nodded, “Step out of their way.”
The grinding of teeth was heard as the Armoured tossed the Dwarf Giant’s corpse to Sigeric. The Guardian would have to drop his shard or his spear to catch it.
“If you defeat Morgoth, then we won’t have any issues. Okay? Just leave my people and I alone?”
Eonwë was still clutching his dislocated arm when he said, ”I don’t personally trust them. Check if Dimitri is alive first.”
The Turambar nodded, “Then we slay them.”
Thoruk and Marco watched from the hilltop. The former was preparing something. An attack whirlwind of lightning and water in his hands, he was having difficulty controlling it, yet, was nevertheless conjuring one up.
About two hundred and seventy-six meters away, Tulkas Astaldo was beating Sauron. It had devolved into a fist-fight and the Vala was destroying him with each punch. Sauron could not even make a dent to Tulkas’ physical body let alone shake his resolve. It was almost pitiful to watch the Maia even attempt to put up a fight, but he nonetheless did.
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On the road leading outside of the Morannon, Arandil and Daugo saw a trail of burnt ground heading south.
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”Don’t you bloody touch her, fuckin’ scrub.” Miriel backed up Mirecyla for once. “And I ain’t even Gondorian, you mangy runt. Good Eru, look at yourself Iver. You look like a feral hairless dog.”
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The condescending look of disapproval on the figure’s face remained quite still but something moved in those eyes. Perhaps it was thinking?
”You are the only one who can stop it. Not Tulkas, not my brother, not me. You and your band of friends must. In time, most of them will come to hate you. The world will despise you. You must undertake actions which none will be able to fathom. You will doubt yourself at every corner of the road. Every crossroads on your journey will be littered with pain, suffering and injustice. You will bloody your hands with the lives of the innocents as you already have this day. All because it is the only way to move forward and continue. Melkor is not the Enemy. Nor Manwë. The true Enemy is far worse than either, child. To prevent the true Enemy from returning to Eá, you must be willing to set aside your morals, your friendships, your loves, and even your own life. Otherwise, everything you know, love, dread, despise, cherish and use shall be stripped from you as the world is consumed by darkness, everlasting unquenchable darkness. If you are unable to set aside your heart and mind for the cause of protecting this world, then it shall fall. Only once you swear an oath to Eru Illúvatar himself that you shall defend this world no matter the expense, then, and only then, shall I reveal my identity, Ha’zi Mor.”
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The Armoured Giant took a step forward and Tytus yelled, “No!”
“Throw them the Dwarf.”
The Armoured hesitated and looked back at Tytus for reassurance.
A moment of reluctance passed and he nodded, “Step out of their way.”
The grinding of teeth was heard as the Armoured tossed the Dwarf Giant’s corpse to Sigeric. The Guardian would have to drop his shard or his spear to catch it.
“If you defeat Morgoth, then we won’t have any issues. Okay? Just leave my people and I alone?”
Eonwë was still clutching his dislocated arm when he said, ”I don’t personally trust them. Check if Dimitri is alive first.”
The Turambar nodded, “Then we slay them.”
Thoruk and Marco watched from the hilltop. The former was preparing something. An attack whirlwind of lightning and water in his hands, he was having difficulty controlling it, yet, was nevertheless conjuring one up.
About two hundred and seventy-six meters away, Tulkas Astaldo was beating Sauron. It had devolved into a fist-fight and the Vala was destroying him with each punch. Sauron could not even make a dent to Tulkas’ physical body let alone shake his resolve. It was almost pitiful to watch the Maia even attempt to put up a fight, but he nonetheless did.
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On the road leading outside of the Morannon, Arandil and Daugo saw a trail of burnt ground heading south.
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”Don’t you bloody touch her, fuckin’ scrub.” Miriel backed up Mirecyla for once. “And I ain’t even Gondorian, you mangy runt. Good Eru, look at yourself Iver. You look like a feral hairless dog.”
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The condescending look of disapproval on the figure’s face remained quite still but something moved in those eyes. Perhaps it was thinking?
”You are the only one who can stop it. Not Tulkas, not my brother, not me. You and your band of friends must. In time, most of them will come to hate you. The world will despise you. You must undertake actions which none will be able to fathom. You will doubt yourself at every corner of the road. Every crossroads on your journey will be littered with pain, suffering and injustice. You will bloody your hands with the lives of the innocents as you already have this day. All because it is the only way to move forward and continue. Melkor is not the Enemy. Nor Manwë. The true Enemy is far worse than either, child. To prevent the true Enemy from returning to Eá, you must be willing to set aside your morals, your friendships, your loves, and even your own life. Otherwise, everything you know, love, dread, despise, cherish and use shall be stripped from you as the world is consumed by darkness, everlasting unquenchable darkness. If you are unable to set aside your heart and mind for the cause of protecting this world, then it shall fall. Only once you swear an oath to Eru Illúvatar himself that you shall defend this world no matter the expense, then, and only then, shall I reveal my identity, Ha’zi Mor.”
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”Then it is settled. Imprisonment indefinitely for the crimes of your children and parents.” Manwë’s voice boomed throughout the domed golden halls of Valmar’s Palace.
The court had been gathered; countless Maia congregated to see their Lords and Ladies bear witness to Manwë’s judgement over the families of the Karoltai.
Iver’s nephew and nieces, Dimitri’s adoptive parents, Daugo’s two sons, Sigeric’s father, Thoruk’s sister, Cardiloc’s mother and Grimnir’s health-stricken father were judged and sentenced before being dragged away to the Halls of Mandos to spend eternal life in prison. These were not the first times mortals were allowed into the West and they would not be the last, even if many Maia and Vala disliked it, a new age had begun and with it new customs would be required if they were to survive the Dagor Dagorath.
Thorgrund Ironchest, Maia of Aule, watched as the Vala, huge and mighty discussed with one another and left.
Manwë Súlimo in his typical judgement bore only his opinion with some influence from Varda Elentári. Meanwhile, Ulmo had yet to make an appearance and these days it was strange to see none of the other Lords present. Whether they feared Manwë or were not bothered to take part in such trivial matters it made no difference to the Maia. The beautiful Vána passed by with her, arguably, even more beautiful sister, Yavanna Kementári. Esté and Vairé walked away in silence with their typical aloofness while Nienna, per usual, wept and cried. Out of all the Valier only Nessa refused to make an appearance. Thorgrund did not know why and didn’t care much for the wife of Tulkas.
The Maia could only feel pity as Valinor darkened under Manwë’s rule. Gone were the laughs of the Astaldo; missing was the knickers of Nahar, Oromë’s steed; no longer did seaweed trail up every time Ulmo emerged from the depths; the wittiness of Námo and the japes of his brother Irmo had not been heard in over three ages; but most regrettable was the absence of Aüle, his Lord.
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The court had been gathered; countless Maia congregated to see their Lords and Ladies bear witness to Manwë’s judgement over the families of the Karoltai.
Iver’s nephew and nieces, Dimitri’s adoptive parents, Daugo’s two sons, Sigeric’s father, Thoruk’s sister, Cardiloc’s mother and Grimnir’s health-stricken father were judged and sentenced before being dragged away to the Halls of Mandos to spend eternal life in prison. These were not the first times mortals were allowed into the West and they would not be the last, even if many Maia and Vala disliked it, a new age had begun and with it new customs would be required if they were to survive the Dagor Dagorath.
Thorgrund Ironchest, Maia of Aule, watched as the Vala, huge and mighty discussed with one another and left.
Manwë Súlimo in his typical judgement bore only his opinion with some influence from Varda Elentári. Meanwhile, Ulmo had yet to make an appearance and these days it was strange to see none of the other Lords present. Whether they feared Manwë or were not bothered to take part in such trivial matters it made no difference to the Maia. The beautiful Vána passed by with her, arguably, even more beautiful sister, Yavanna Kementári. Esté and Vairé walked away in silence with their typical aloofness while Nienna, per usual, wept and cried. Out of all the Valier only Nessa refused to make an appearance. Thorgrund did not know why and didn’t care much for the wife of Tulkas.
The Maia could only feel pity as Valinor darkened under Manwë’s rule. Gone were the laughs of the Astaldo; missing was the knickers of Nahar, Oromë’s steed; no longer did seaweed trail up every time Ulmo emerged from the depths; the wittiness of Námo and the japes of his brother Irmo had not been heard in over three ages; but most regrettable was the absence of Aüle, his Lord.
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Silence was the only response at the moment for the figure as Ha'zi was still, thinking rapidly. What? Abandon everything? What was this man telling him to do? What did he want from Ha'zi? Was he even prepared to accept this? And who is the real Enemy, then? Someone stronger than even Morgoth? How could Ha'zi stop it if he could barely stop one Giant? How was he the one to do this?
He stared right at the figure then, and finally addressed him. "I just want one thing from you before I think any further about this. Just one, and here it is: Besides all the thousands of other unimportant questions I could ask, I have just one that needs an answer. I know you have a way of avoiding such a question, but, please, answer truthfully: Why me? What is so special about some rat from Harad sold into slavery by his own fucking father? Why am I the one that is fit for this? Why me?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
He stared right at the figure then, and finally addressed him. "I just want one thing from you before I think any further about this. Just one, and here it is: Besides all the thousands of other unimportant questions I could ask, I have just one that needs an answer. I know you have a way of avoiding such a question, but, please, answer truthfully: Why me? What is so special about some rat from Harad sold into slavery by his own fucking father? Why am I the one that is fit for this? Why me?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
The figure’s eyes centered on Ha’zi’s.
”Why? Because of your choices. Because of your upbringing. Because you were the only one aboard that ship that had the heart to keep moving. You’ve lost so much and kept the will to live. You will loose everything in the process to save Arda. All your friends will die. Even a part of you will die. You will survive this war, then the next, all while knowing that you were the reason for their deaths. That you could have prevented them had you not sworn your life to the cause of protecting Arda. That is, if you choose to keep your heart and soul. You must give it in order to save them. Even if some of the die. Even if all them die. It’s your choice.”
”I chose you because you had made the choice to venture into the unknown, to hunt in the Jungles of Harad, to seek out your father on the island, to trust Ilmarë, to follow Eonwë even against it all, to keep moving forward after your mother and father died, after your friends died, after you were betrayed and manipulated and lied to, even by me. You kept moving forward. You chose to save Iver when you could have run away.”
”If you had not have gone hunting that day, if you had chosen to remain with the slaves and not chase after your father, if you hadn’t trusted Ilmarë, if you did not need Eonwë’s orders-“
The figure descended and landed on the ground lightly, towering over Ha’zi.
”Your mother would not have died of Yellow Fever, your father wouldn’t have abused you, you would have inherited their trade as deliverers and never would have been put on that ship. You would have grown up as a man of Harad and died alongside your father in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. Your mother would have become a widower and a weeper.”
”Your friends would have been all killed on the island if you were not there to save them. If you hadn’t sought out your father, you too would’ve died with them. The Karoltai would still be alive and Morgoth would not have been released. If you hadn’t trusted Ilmarë, then you all would’ve been killed by Manwë and Morgoth would not have escaped from the Void. If you hadn’t followed Eonwë’s advice, then all those deaths in the Land of Shadow could have been prevented, yet, the world would burn in flames shortly afterward because it had not been alerted to the return of the Dark Lord. If you hadn’t kept moving forward you never would have met your friends, Cardiloc, Dimitri, Elodrin, Sigeric, Iver, Thoruk, Margoz, Celeste, Grimnir, Radaa, Marco, Dean, Sam and so many more. You would have never met Miriel. Laurel and Beren would never be born. But you ventured into the unknown.”
”You made a choice. Whether wrong or right and the lives of billions will pay the price for them. There’s only one way to pay them back. From the day you killed your mother with Yellow Fever....”
“From the day you released Morgoth from the Void....”
“Those actions will follow you until you repay them. So I bid you, stand. Fight. Keep moving forward.”
The figure placed his hand on the left side of Ha’zi’s chest, above his heart.
”Swear to Eru that you will or the world shall burn and everything will be lost.”
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”Why? Because of your choices. Because of your upbringing. Because you were the only one aboard that ship that had the heart to keep moving. You’ve lost so much and kept the will to live. You will loose everything in the process to save Arda. All your friends will die. Even a part of you will die. You will survive this war, then the next, all while knowing that you were the reason for their deaths. That you could have prevented them had you not sworn your life to the cause of protecting Arda. That is, if you choose to keep your heart and soul. You must give it in order to save them. Even if some of the die. Even if all them die. It’s your choice.”
”I chose you because you had made the choice to venture into the unknown, to hunt in the Jungles of Harad, to seek out your father on the island, to trust Ilmarë, to follow Eonwë even against it all, to keep moving forward after your mother and father died, after your friends died, after you were betrayed and manipulated and lied to, even by me. You kept moving forward. You chose to save Iver when you could have run away.”
”If you had not have gone hunting that day, if you had chosen to remain with the slaves and not chase after your father, if you hadn’t trusted Ilmarë, if you did not need Eonwë’s orders-“
The figure descended and landed on the ground lightly, towering over Ha’zi.
”Your mother would not have died of Yellow Fever, your father wouldn’t have abused you, you would have inherited their trade as deliverers and never would have been put on that ship. You would have grown up as a man of Harad and died alongside your father in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. Your mother would have become a widower and a weeper.”
”Your friends would have been all killed on the island if you were not there to save them. If you hadn’t sought out your father, you too would’ve died with them. The Karoltai would still be alive and Morgoth would not have been released. If you hadn’t trusted Ilmarë, then you all would’ve been killed by Manwë and Morgoth would not have escaped from the Void. If you hadn’t followed Eonwë’s advice, then all those deaths in the Land of Shadow could have been prevented, yet, the world would burn in flames shortly afterward because it had not been alerted to the return of the Dark Lord. If you hadn’t kept moving forward you never would have met your friends, Cardiloc, Dimitri, Elodrin, Sigeric, Iver, Thoruk, Margoz, Celeste, Grimnir, Radaa, Marco, Dean, Sam and so many more. You would have never met Miriel. Laurel and Beren would never be born. But you ventured into the unknown.”
”You made a choice. Whether wrong or right and the lives of billions will pay the price for them. There’s only one way to pay them back. From the day you killed your mother with Yellow Fever....”
“From the day you released Morgoth from the Void....”
“Those actions will follow you until you repay them. So I bid you, stand. Fight. Keep moving forward.”
The figure placed his hand on the left side of Ha’zi’s chest, above his heart.
”Swear to Eru that you will or the world shall burn and everything will be lost.”
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Dimitri crawled from the Dwarf corpse and collapsed on the muddy Mordor ground. He stared at his comrades with dark, empty eyes, not talking or moving aside from a slow, ragged wheezing from his lungs.
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Thorgrund walked among his chosen people for countless ages, fighting maddened beasts and dark things to defend them. He had watched the greed of the Dwarf-kings drive them to terrible things and push them into madness. But he never suspected madness to arrive at the halls of Valinor. So much was touched by fear and despair, castinh a shadow over the land. It was fear of a mad, tyrannical king. A fear of Manwe. The unity of the Valar was shattered with the absence of his lord, Aule. Or so Thorgrund believed, for perhaps it had been shattered far before that. But to him, this mattered not now. Clad in strange armor, Thorgrund cursed in Khazalid as he traveled to the halls of Aule. It was time to discover the truth.
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Thorgrund walked among his chosen people for countless ages, fighting maddened beasts and dark things to defend them. He had watched the greed of the Dwarf-kings drive them to terrible things and push them into madness. But he never suspected madness to arrive at the halls of Valinor. So much was touched by fear and despair, castinh a shadow over the land. It was fear of a mad, tyrannical king. A fear of Manwe. The unity of the Valar was shattered with the absence of his lord, Aule. Or so Thorgrund believed, for perhaps it had been shattered far before that. But to him, this mattered not now. Clad in strange armor, Thorgrund cursed in Khazalid as he traveled to the halls of Aule. It was time to discover the truth.
"wow, do you drink your mother's milk with those lips?" Iver asked the little brat. "Calm your burning head miriel, I didn't even think about it and besides, you do not have the right to say this you slut." He said and then looked back at the girl that now officially got the nickname snow white. "But you did raise my curiosity" he said and walked toward snow white, getting his finger close to tough her, but then stopped and said "well, curiosity did kill the cat..." He paused and pulled his finger back before adding "but satisfaction brought him back" and touched her.
Daugo noticed the burn-marks on the ground, but was in too petty a mood to point them out the Arandil. He waited to see if the Gondorian noticed them, and led the way, as he had told him to do.
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He had never understood his Master's boundless hate for the Vala that had arrived last, Tulkas. It seemed at times to be obsessive, even; his Majesty would often go on and on about the Vala's laugh, his golden hair, his impudent manner, his unrefined, raw power.
But now he did. This... thing, which seemed to possess less brain cells than an Olog-hai, was destroying him with nothing but sheer strength, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing. He had tried to taunt the bastard, but it seemed that he was too much of a brute to manipulate, just as you can't have a conversation with a rock... A pity.
In any case, this was not working. He would need to change his approach; though the goal remained the same (to stall Tulkas until the Lord was ready to battle him), he needed to change his tactics, lest he be reduced to nothingness. He loved his Master, but he was not altogether sure that he was willing to die a permanent death for his sake.
He hissed and transformed, lunging to the side. The light around them flickering for an instant, twenty different Mairons appeared around Tulkas. Their semblance had changed; where previously they had been all armour and iron, they now appeared as wisps of black swirling around a fiery core, their Maiar wings whooshing as they flied around the Vala. He had not been named the Deceiver for naught; the twenty Marions were mere mirages, and the real one was in the form of an innocuous rock only three meters away from Tulkas, urging the iron in his blood to begin blocking his arteries.
"Thou art too late, Astaldo. The Age of Melkor has no place for thee in it", his voice echoed all around him.
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He had never understood his Master's boundless hate for the Vala that had arrived last, Tulkas. It seemed at times to be obsessive, even; his Majesty would often go on and on about the Vala's laugh, his golden hair, his impudent manner, his unrefined, raw power.
But now he did. This... thing, which seemed to possess less brain cells than an Olog-hai, was destroying him with nothing but sheer strength, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing. He had tried to taunt the bastard, but it seemed that he was too much of a brute to manipulate, just as you can't have a conversation with a rock... A pity.
In any case, this was not working. He would need to change his approach; though the goal remained the same (to stall Tulkas until the Lord was ready to battle him), he needed to change his tactics, lest he be reduced to nothingness. He loved his Master, but he was not altogether sure that he was willing to die a permanent death for his sake.
He hissed and transformed, lunging to the side. The light around them flickering for an instant, twenty different Mairons appeared around Tulkas. Their semblance had changed; where previously they had been all armour and iron, they now appeared as wisps of black swirling around a fiery core, their Maiar wings whooshing as they flied around the Vala. He had not been named the Deceiver for naught; the twenty Marions were mere mirages, and the real one was in the form of an innocuous rock only three meters away from Tulkas, urging the iron in his blood to begin blocking his arteries.
"Thou art too late, Astaldo. The Age of Melkor has no place for thee in it", his voice echoed all around him.
Iver’s finger felt her warm skin. After a second, he started to feel a burning sensation as something cold and icy crept over his nail. It began to freeze, ice forming over it.
“My mother’s dead you anorexic cunt. I told you not to touch, Thule.” Miriel said, then turned to Mirecyla, “That one’s a creep. He’s the Flying Giant. He peeped when I was fucking the Warrior Shifter.” She explained, “Once Master Sauron returns, wanna make him our bitch?”
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”Recover Dimitri!” Celeborn ordered and both Harros and Karstir ran over to help the man up. The elves shouldered him and hauled him back up the hill.
“Do you need anything?” The female elf asked.
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The road was winding and long, taking Thorgrund through the golden plains of Valinor until he reached the Mansions of Aüle which lay in the midst of Valinor. There were steady lines of citizens going to and fro to them, many were Maia but there were some elves. It was not uncommon to see Noldo here and there, with their dark hair and bushy eyebrows tinkering with this and that. Thorgrund passed a dozen Maia of Aüle who were being questioned by five Soldiers of Manwë. The Warrior Maia constantly harassed these places and ‘safeguarded’ the Halls. Truthfully, it was just so that Manwë enforced his power over Aüle’s kind. They demanded weapons in truckloads over the recent years, stockpiling for some event or another.
Ahead of Thorgrund were the massive doors that led into the Mansions. He could see torches hanging from each mahogany slab and inside the bright glow of fires. An aroma of burnt wood combined with the loud clang of machinery and steel gave him nostalgic memories of the place.
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Arandil huffed, “He’s on foot so he must be close. We’ll try the road. Follow me,” he turned to Daugo, “Shortie.” The Gondorian kicked his horse and it set off following the Ithilien road south.
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”Haha! Too late! That’s funny. I was just,” Tulkas raised his fists in the opposite directions, ”Getting-“, a blast of air currents filled with energy shot out at the multiple forms of Sauron, ”STARTED!!
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“My mother’s dead you anorexic cunt. I told you not to touch, Thule.” Miriel said, then turned to Mirecyla, “That one’s a creep. He’s the Flying Giant. He peeped when I was fucking the Warrior Shifter.” She explained, “Once Master Sauron returns, wanna make him our bitch?”
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”Recover Dimitri!” Celeborn ordered and both Harros and Karstir ran over to help the man up. The elves shouldered him and hauled him back up the hill.
“Do you need anything?” The female elf asked.
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The road was winding and long, taking Thorgrund through the golden plains of Valinor until he reached the Mansions of Aüle which lay in the midst of Valinor. There were steady lines of citizens going to and fro to them, many were Maia but there were some elves. It was not uncommon to see Noldo here and there, with their dark hair and bushy eyebrows tinkering with this and that. Thorgrund passed a dozen Maia of Aüle who were being questioned by five Soldiers of Manwë. The Warrior Maia constantly harassed these places and ‘safeguarded’ the Halls. Truthfully, it was just so that Manwë enforced his power over Aüle’s kind. They demanded weapons in truckloads over the recent years, stockpiling for some event or another.
Ahead of Thorgrund were the massive doors that led into the Mansions. He could see torches hanging from each mahogany slab and inside the bright glow of fires. An aroma of burnt wood combined with the loud clang of machinery and steel gave him nostalgic memories of the place.
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Arandil huffed, “He’s on foot so he must be close. We’ll try the road. Follow me,” he turned to Daugo, “Shortie.” The Gondorian kicked his horse and it set off following the Ithilien road south.
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”Haha! Too late! That’s funny. I was just,” Tulkas raised his fists in the opposite directions, ”Getting-“, a blast of air currents filled with energy shot out at the multiple forms of Sauron, ”STARTED!!
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Cardiloc waited patiently for the status report on Dimitri.
Daugo followed the Gondorian. "You sure you're not just deserting?" he said irritatingly.
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The other forms were optical illusions, tricks of light. They had no substance, and thus the energized air passed through them without any effect.
"I expected more from the champion of the Valar," he taunted. He had in fact been hit, though his current rock shape was small and would have been mostly out of the way of the gales directed at his flying mirages. "It is remarkable how thou hast been held up by but a servant of The Firstborn. Pitiful, even." His sneers continued as he willed Tulkas' blood to stop circulating.
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The other forms were optical illusions, tricks of light. They had no substance, and thus the energized air passed through them without any effect.
"I expected more from the champion of the Valar," he taunted. He had in fact been hit, though his current rock shape was small and would have been mostly out of the way of the gales directed at his flying mirages. "It is remarkable how thou hast been held up by but a servant of The Firstborn. Pitiful, even." His sneers continued as he willed Tulkas' blood to stop circulating.
”He’s dazed but seems fine!” Harros shouted up at the Guardian and Hybrid Giants.
“Soldiers!” Celeborn shouted after reconciling with Glorfindel, “Reform and move to support Tulkas against the Dark Lord Sauron!” The elf used his left hand to point a blade towards the ensuing battle between the Ainur in the distance.
Túrin glanced over at the fight and scoffed to Cardiloc, “Let them go help him. We can’t trust these servants of the Enemy. Especially,” he motioned towards the Armoured Giant, “Not that one. Let’s kill them and be done with it.”
Eonwë frowned at the Turambar. He had many scores to settle with Morgoth but this was not the time to foolishly slay potential enemies when they surrender.
Sigeric had a choice. Dimitri was handed over and the two Giants (Armoured and the ten meter Mimic) backed off. The Serpent was dead and it’s Shifter seemed to have joined the man who was giving orders, they’re apparent leader on the Mimic’s shoulder. The Dalishman could follow up on Celeborn’s commands and go to attack Sauron or could seek vengeance for what the Armoured Giant did to Bard II, his King and Erland, Iver’s father. What would he do?
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Arandil gave him a deathly stare, “You and your Giant folk are what got us into this mess in the first place. My brother may never walk again because of you. I would never desert my country. I don’t know about you, shortie.”
He looked back at the road and noticed the burnt tracks, “There. That must be him, right?” He started off, following them.
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Tulkas looked around and laughed, ”The only thing that is pitiful is your lamentably fatuous attempts at hindering Tulkas Astaldo! Scared to come out? I can still sense you, boy. You reek of desperation and abandonement, Gorthaur.” Tulkas glanced this way and that, mocking him.
”If it’s a game you want to play, then it’s a game you’ll have!”
Tulkas leaped into the air, somersaulted and crashed back into the ground, his feet sending up columns of rock, dirt and earth into the air. Mairon found himself tossed up amidst a dozen other pebbles. Beneath him was the Vala.
”Hey, Thauron, catch.” Tulkas smashed his fist into the falling rocks, shooting them five hundred meters into the sky.
Sauron found his magic had no effect on Tulkas. The insufferable dullard was immune to it, of course, being a Valar, albeit, the weakest of them, arguably.
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“Soldiers!” Celeborn shouted after reconciling with Glorfindel, “Reform and move to support Tulkas against the Dark Lord Sauron!” The elf used his left hand to point a blade towards the ensuing battle between the Ainur in the distance.
Túrin glanced over at the fight and scoffed to Cardiloc, “Let them go help him. We can’t trust these servants of the Enemy. Especially,” he motioned towards the Armoured Giant, “Not that one. Let’s kill them and be done with it.”
Eonwë frowned at the Turambar. He had many scores to settle with Morgoth but this was not the time to foolishly slay potential enemies when they surrender.
Sigeric had a choice. Dimitri was handed over and the two Giants (Armoured and the ten meter Mimic) backed off. The Serpent was dead and it’s Shifter seemed to have joined the man who was giving orders, they’re apparent leader on the Mimic’s shoulder. The Dalishman could follow up on Celeborn’s commands and go to attack Sauron or could seek vengeance for what the Armoured Giant did to Bard II, his King and Erland, Iver’s father. What would he do?
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Arandil gave him a deathly stare, “You and your Giant folk are what got us into this mess in the first place. My brother may never walk again because of you. I would never desert my country. I don’t know about you, shortie.”
He looked back at the road and noticed the burnt tracks, “There. That must be him, right?” He started off, following them.
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Tulkas looked around and laughed, ”The only thing that is pitiful is your lamentably fatuous attempts at hindering Tulkas Astaldo! Scared to come out? I can still sense you, boy. You reek of desperation and abandonement, Gorthaur.” Tulkas glanced this way and that, mocking him.
”If it’s a game you want to play, then it’s a game you’ll have!”
Tulkas leaped into the air, somersaulted and crashed back into the ground, his feet sending up columns of rock, dirt and earth into the air. Mairon found himself tossed up amidst a dozen other pebbles. Beneath him was the Vala.
”Hey, Thauron, catch.” Tulkas smashed his fist into the falling rocks, shooting them five hundred meters into the sky.
Sauron found his magic had no effect on Tulkas. The insufferable dullard was immune to it, of course, being a Valar, albeit, the weakest of them, arguably.
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Well then. Ha'zi didn't really know how to feel about this. Flattered? Insulted? Scared? Happy that he chose to do the right things? Angry? The boy couldn't tell, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Up until this horrorshow in Mordor, Ha'zi wished for a simple life, a free life. No more death and mass destruction. No more worries about gods and monsters, each as worse as the other, tormenting him. No more Karoltai bullshit. No more betrayals. No more reminders of his life so far. Just, finally, peace and happiness with himself in the world or with Miriel, which he had for a time so desired.
Then it all got flipped on him, like some sick joke life pulled. One after another, his wishes got hilariously skewed. Death and destruction? Plenty, buttloads, and not even done yet. Tormentors? Heh, he was experiencing one right now! Karoltai? Welp, that's out the window. Betrayals? ....yep. Reminders of cruel and overwhelming-with-sadness past? Hahahahhahahaa! So funny.
And just when he wanted a break from it all, when he for the first time thought about his 'chosen one' role he found himself unfortunately in, this happens. How ironic. Almost like it wasn't just coincidence. Hmm. What a life!
What he did feel, though, was wanting to do anything but swear some oath to a silent god. The last time he did that, Miriel, who he swore it for, betrayed him, so that doesn't really help his decision at the moment. Would this be the same, to come back and hurt him at some later time? Works with what this figure is implying. Killing and death all on his hands, like he was Osman. That thought alone gave him more heavy doubts about this. And Ha'zi still wanted it, it being the one thing he truly wanted. That normal peaceful life. He wouldn't dare to throw away the opportunity of that, right? Devoting his life to a cause he knew next to nothing about was a huge change from the one he originally pictured. Would that one result with the same fate this shadow of a person described? Just some random Haradrim delivering goods and eventually dying a meaningless death in the fields of the enemy?
Ha'zi strived for greatness, but at the same time avoided it at all cost. Like it was a plague and not something of honor and importance. It was somthing just too overwhelming to really think about or want to do, so any thoughts he'd have about it were tossed to the side for worry that, one day, he might actually consider it. That he would change. Ha'zi already had a set path in life, why shake things up? Just keep it as it normally is.
But now, that fearsome decision was dropped before him, with dark consequences, no matter which one he chose. Each path so off putting, too terrifying to even consider. And yet, he had to decide. Whether he liked it or not.
Despite every fiber of his being, Ha'zi knew what he would do. He knew it before the man even explained it all to him, but it had seemed so conflicting that it was pushed far back into his consciousness. He knew that it would be scary and all he felt was hiding away from this responsibility, running away from his fears. But he had to do it. He had to. So that he would keep making right choices without the negatives weighing greatly on his mind, causing him to hesitate and result in something worse to happen. So that his friends, no, his family, would be able to live. So that, as he believed in at the beginning of this vile journey, all the way back in Bree, where it all started... so that people would be able to live, despite the deaths that occurred to allow them do it.
So, with great fear and his mind shouting insults and telling him to stop, to stop and deny the offer, live that normal life he coveted, Ha'zi Mor accepted, whether out of pressure, foolishness, pride, bravery, or because he was just scared; not even he truly knew. But he accepted. To keep fighting. To keep moving forward. To throw everything he desired away. To become a saviour of Arda. To be more than just a child, to be important.
Yes, that was it, actually. Not fear or guilt. But bravery and actually wanting to do it. Ha'zi wanted to be important. And now he would finally be. "I, Ha'zi Mor, son of Lod and Dace Mor, inheritor of the Warrior from Keldar, swear to Eru Illúvatar himself that I will protect this precious world no matter the cost."
"There you have it, shadow person. I'm in your cause." He said, a warm, golden feeling of pride now in him. Ha'zi smiled at the feeling, and gazed up at the towering person, awaiting his fate as the newly christened hero. And with much determination, he asked, with all resemblance of hesitation gone now, "Tell me, what's next?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
Then it all got flipped on him, like some sick joke life pulled. One after another, his wishes got hilariously skewed. Death and destruction? Plenty, buttloads, and not even done yet. Tormentors? Heh, he was experiencing one right now! Karoltai? Welp, that's out the window. Betrayals? ....yep. Reminders of cruel and overwhelming-with-sadness past? Hahahahhahahaa! So funny.
And just when he wanted a break from it all, when he for the first time thought about his 'chosen one' role he found himself unfortunately in, this happens. How ironic. Almost like it wasn't just coincidence. Hmm. What a life!
What he did feel, though, was wanting to do anything but swear some oath to a silent god. The last time he did that, Miriel, who he swore it for, betrayed him, so that doesn't really help his decision at the moment. Would this be the same, to come back and hurt him at some later time? Works with what this figure is implying. Killing and death all on his hands, like he was Osman. That thought alone gave him more heavy doubts about this. And Ha'zi still wanted it, it being the one thing he truly wanted. That normal peaceful life. He wouldn't dare to throw away the opportunity of that, right? Devoting his life to a cause he knew next to nothing about was a huge change from the one he originally pictured. Would that one result with the same fate this shadow of a person described? Just some random Haradrim delivering goods and eventually dying a meaningless death in the fields of the enemy?
Ha'zi strived for greatness, but at the same time avoided it at all cost. Like it was a plague and not something of honor and importance. It was somthing just too overwhelming to really think about or want to do, so any thoughts he'd have about it were tossed to the side for worry that, one day, he might actually consider it. That he would change. Ha'zi already had a set path in life, why shake things up? Just keep it as it normally is.
But now, that fearsome decision was dropped before him, with dark consequences, no matter which one he chose. Each path so off putting, too terrifying to even consider. And yet, he had to decide. Whether he liked it or not.
Despite every fiber of his being, Ha'zi knew what he would do. He knew it before the man even explained it all to him, but it had seemed so conflicting that it was pushed far back into his consciousness. He knew that it would be scary and all he felt was hiding away from this responsibility, running away from his fears. But he had to do it. He had to. So that he would keep making right choices without the negatives weighing greatly on his mind, causing him to hesitate and result in something worse to happen. So that his friends, no, his family, would be able to live. So that, as he believed in at the beginning of this vile journey, all the way back in Bree, where it all started... so that people would be able to live, despite the deaths that occurred to allow them do it.
So, with great fear and his mind shouting insults and telling him to stop, to stop and deny the offer, live that normal life he coveted, Ha'zi Mor accepted, whether out of pressure, foolishness, pride, bravery, or because he was just scared; not even he truly knew. But he accepted. To keep fighting. To keep moving forward. To throw everything he desired away. To become a saviour of Arda. To be more than just a child, to be important.
Yes, that was it, actually. Not fear or guilt. But bravery and actually wanting to do it. Ha'zi wanted to be important. And now he would finally be. "I, Ha'zi Mor, son of Lod and Dace Mor, inheritor of the Warrior from Keldar, swear to Eru Illúvatar himself that I will protect this precious world no matter the cost."
"There you have it, shadow person. I'm in your cause." He said, a warm, golden feeling of pride now in him. Ha'zi smiled at the feeling, and gazed up at the towering person, awaiting his fate as the newly christened hero. And with much determination, he asked, with all resemblance of hesitation gone now, "Tell me, what's next?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
"I'm inclined to agree, the shifter of that armoured giant should be the in its nape. We pull him out, the giant is down. We need to relay the plan with Sigeric." He discussed with Turin in an undertone, he then spoke at last to the armoured giant. "We will need some time to consider your proposal." With that the drake flew over to Sigeric to whisper something in his giants ear. "You keep him busy, I'll go round his back, and rip him out of his neck. I'll roar for the signal. But we should spare the messenger. We may have use of him." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]
”Wait, Cardiloc, did he not just return Dimitri and ask for safe passage? Shouldn’t we at least respect that wish?” Eonwë whispered to the drake.
“If we allow them to escape, they’ll has’t a changeth of mind and attack us from the rear. We cannot trust servants of the Deceiver. Better they bedead than we be sorry.” Túrin rebuked him.
“You have your gent back.” Tytus spoke to them, “Please step aside.”
The Armoured Giant grinned his teeth, shutting his jaws.
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”My allies shall help you and your friends in succeeding. I am not very coordinated with the one you refer to as the Trickster, however, he shall aid you when he is needed. He and I cannot interfere directly with your destinies lest we wish to die. Instead, an old friend of mine shall come to you and guide you with everything you seek. I’m sure you two shall fare well.” And for once, the figure actually brightened with a sort of noise coming from him. It was brief and abrupt and Ha’zi could only think it was a snicker of some manner.
”And please, do not ever refer to me as ‘Shadow Person’, Mister Mor.”
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“If we allow them to escape, they’ll has’t a changeth of mind and attack us from the rear. We cannot trust servants of the Deceiver. Better they bedead than we be sorry.” Túrin rebuked him.
“You have your gent back.” Tytus spoke to them, “Please step aside.”
The Armoured Giant grinned his teeth, shutting his jaws.
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”My allies shall help you and your friends in succeeding. I am not very coordinated with the one you refer to as the Trickster, however, he shall aid you when he is needed. He and I cannot interfere directly with your destinies lest we wish to die. Instead, an old friend of mine shall come to you and guide you with everything you seek. I’m sure you two shall fare well.” And for once, the figure actually brightened with a sort of noise coming from him. It was brief and abrupt and Ha’zi could only think it was a snicker of some manner.
”And please, do not ever refer to me as ‘Shadow Person’, Mister Mor.”
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"Eonwe those bastards killed good men today, they will get a quick death for that as mercy." The dragon scowled to Eonwe "Of course." Cardiloc flew out of the way. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]