"If we had planned any treason against you or your kin, you would not be alive to discuss the issue." Sigeric told Glorfindel, in a low voice. "I cannot explain why Ha'zi attacked our own forces, but I promise you that I shall look into the matter." Sigeric glanced towards the Southron. He clearly knew something that he was unwilling to share with the group. First, however, Sigeric needed to know what had happened to turn the tide of the battle so suddenly. He still saw no sign of Tulkas, the lumbering brute. He approached Eonwe, whom he had not seen since the group's return to Middle-Earth.
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"We bury the fallen, then we leave." Celeborn replied to them all. "Now, please, if you don't mind. Either help me put my grandson in the ground or move out of the way."
All manner of kindness, warmth, love, emotional sympathy had left the elf at this point. His goals, dreams, all of it had been shattered before him in the past day. Those delusions: reuniting with his family, finding peace, avoiding more bloodshed, killing Morgoth so easily had all but been false. There would be no peace without bloodshed. There was no family to return to with Morgoth living. His final acts would be to give meaning to the countless that he had sent to their deaths today. Their faces, their lives, their sacrifices ingrained into his mind reminding him of what needed to be done. He would fight. And fight. And fight. Until Morgoth was dead or he had been defeated and slain. That was his burden and he would lead Middle-Earth in its final moments to victory or to defeat. One thing could be certain, though he may die, he would give meaning to the hundreds, no, the millions that would be slain in the coming days. He would give meaning to their deaths. Elladan, Elrohir, Eurgund, Beredur, Crandil, Amandil, Tulkas, those Champions, every being that had died this day; he would give meaning to their sacrifices.
But now. Now was the time for a reprieve. Celeborn shuffled over to Magath and helped pick up stones to place over Elladan's body.
Sigeric found Eönwë, alone, sitting on a rock at the far back. His head was bowed and his hands empty as he stared at the muddy road with a blank face. He seemed to be like one of those Numenorean statues, frozen in time and essence.
The Ithilien Rangers merely waited, then spread out, fanning over the area. The Gondorians dismounted their injured, unpacked whatever sparse provisions they had left and were ready to leave.
Ha'zi had yet to make good on his words to bury Joplin. ((Might be Daugo, I'm extremely jet lagged and my brain is fried.)) The man's corpse was burnt and electrocuted after the kick.
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"Fine." Equas grumbled, turned his back and curled up into a ball next to her. The night passed quickly, he did not snore but a few others nearby did. Mirecyla couldn't seem to sleep. She was exhausted after that run and the day's entire endevours but she still could not receive the sweet blessing of absolute darkness. The winds blew coldly through the trees and her eyes opened to see the watch awake. Yellena was walking around their makeshift campfire, staring out towards the south where they had fled from Mordor.
Meanwhile, Berethor and Tytus sat on a rock facing up the mountainside.
Equas snored suddenly as he finally succumbed to the short-lived rest that was sleep.
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All manner of kindness, warmth, love, emotional sympathy had left the elf at this point. His goals, dreams, all of it had been shattered before him in the past day. Those delusions: reuniting with his family, finding peace, avoiding more bloodshed, killing Morgoth so easily had all but been false. There would be no peace without bloodshed. There was no family to return to with Morgoth living. His final acts would be to give meaning to the countless that he had sent to their deaths today. Their faces, their lives, their sacrifices ingrained into his mind reminding him of what needed to be done. He would fight. And fight. And fight. Until Morgoth was dead or he had been defeated and slain. That was his burden and he would lead Middle-Earth in its final moments to victory or to defeat. One thing could be certain, though he may die, he would give meaning to the hundreds, no, the millions that would be slain in the coming days. He would give meaning to their deaths. Elladan, Elrohir, Eurgund, Beredur, Crandil, Amandil, Tulkas, those Champions, every being that had died this day; he would give meaning to their sacrifices.
But now. Now was the time for a reprieve. Celeborn shuffled over to Magath and helped pick up stones to place over Elladan's body.
Sigeric found Eönwë, alone, sitting on a rock at the far back. His head was bowed and his hands empty as he stared at the muddy road with a blank face. He seemed to be like one of those Numenorean statues, frozen in time and essence.
The Ithilien Rangers merely waited, then spread out, fanning over the area. The Gondorians dismounted their injured, unpacked whatever sparse provisions they had left and were ready to leave.
Ha'zi had yet to make good on his words to bury Joplin. ((Might be Daugo, I'm extremely jet lagged and my brain is fried.)) The man's corpse was burnt and electrocuted after the kick.
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"Fine." Equas grumbled, turned his back and curled up into a ball next to her. The night passed quickly, he did not snore but a few others nearby did. Mirecyla couldn't seem to sleep. She was exhausted after that run and the day's entire endevours but she still could not receive the sweet blessing of absolute darkness. The winds blew coldly through the trees and her eyes opened to see the watch awake. Yellena was walking around their makeshift campfire, staring out towards the south where they had fled from Mordor.
Meanwhile, Berethor and Tytus sat on a rock facing up the mountainside.
Equas snored suddenly as he finally succumbed to the short-lived rest that was sleep.
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Dimitri watched the arguing with a sense of amusement. He was tired, so tired, but his faith never wavered. Tulkas was not dead. He could not die. Eru Illuvatar, Blessed Be his Name, would not permit it. "Touch the Haradrim and I'll spilt your skull, boys!" Dimitri warned, slipping into Forochelrim and taking up a position behind Ha'zi with warhammer clasped in his ashy hands. He remembered that he picked up a few words of Haradrim from Deslan on their long wanderings, and put together a poorly made sentence. "Me have friends back." he said slowly in Haradrim, carefully piecing the words together like a child may make a delicate puzzle.
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Thorgrund grunted in confusion. How had he gone from the forges of Aule to that of TULKAS without moving? Illuvatar worked in strange ways. He put his weapons away and made his way to the crowd, wary of any further magics.
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Thorgrund grunted in confusion. How had he gone from the forges of Aule to that of TULKAS without moving? Illuvatar worked in strange ways. He put his weapons away and made his way to the crowd, wary of any further magics.
(Yeah, i suggested burying and Daugo said he would do it) Ha'zi wanted to talk to the noble as soon as possible, but it seems he had to discuss matters with Eonwe for whatever reason. Feeling out of place among the angered group of what was once left of them, Ha'zi looked around for Marco... but was then surprised by Dimitri's sudden actions and appearance, especially that the Forochelrim knew some of his language. "Well thank you, Dimitri. Sure things seem a bit rough and I'm not in the best position to defend myself, I don't exactly think you need to watch over me." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]
In the same way that he spoke not a minute earlier, he replied with, "Me got friends back." He then retreated to a distance, sitting on a tree stump and staring with unblinking blue eyes at the group with a dagger hidden up his sleeve and warhammer laid across his lap.
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Mirecyla would unleash herself from her dark webbing standing over the prone figure of Equas, her eyes filled with malice and hate, dark shadows forming under her eyes and her fingers cleared into claws, her mouth peaking up into a snarl, pouring his deepest nightmares out of her. Lifting a clawed finger she would point at him and say "Everyone has an evil side. Without these evil sides we can't be human. However the magnitude of this may vary from person to person. But what matters most is whether we act on it or not. We need to have control over this to be a better human. And control can only come after we learn what it is." Walking over him she would go to kick him in the face, walking over to Yellena as she continued to pour despair into Equas, stopping when she was halfway over to the other female.
Sigeric stood silent for several moments, not wanting to interrupt the Maia's thoughts. It was no surprise that something was weighing on Eonwe. He had been forced to fight his own brother, after all. It was easy enough to see that the two were related, even without the knowledge gained from "Fall of Beleriand". The tome itself was probably lost, unless it was among the supplies that the Gondorians managed to save. Finally, Sigeric spoke up, in a soft voice. "I would like to thank you for coming to our aid. I know that it must have been you who convinced Tulkas to help us. I only wish that we could have met under better circumstances."
"Victory was right in our grasp. Yet, through some form of sorcery, Morgoth prevailed and Tulkas is slain." Eönwë spoke almost as if he had been reciting that exact phrase over and over, "I couldn't kill Morgoth. I couldn't kill Mairon. I should've faught with Tulkas' Champions and died. I am a failure." He said to Sigeric.
All their supplies including the books, the Trickster's tapestry, and especially the most valued, the rum, was destroyed by the Leviathan and Armoured Giants.
Celeborn, Magath, Glorfindel and a mixture of Gondorians and Elves buried Elladan in a mound above the earth made of rocks.
Joplin, however, was untouched. One of the Gondorians left a rock near him before being punched by his comrades for even attempting to honour the man who had slain hundreds of them.
Marco, as before, was still with Cardiloc.
Oh and it began to dawn on Dimitri that Tanithil was no longer among the survivors.
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Thorgrund realized that Illúvatar had not been seen in Arda for over the last three hundred thousand years. Maybe he was enjoying a good ol' bottle of rum on some paradise island and slipped up in terms of metaphysical belonging. Either that or the DM was seriously drunk.
Either ways, Aüle's forges were brimming with Maiar and Noldor. Some shoved Thogrund aside, others gave him weary looks. He finally managed to reach a well guarded hallway where two Sentinels of Manwë stood. The door was shut.
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Equas began to have nightmares and did not awake from the kick.
Yellena had been prowling the grounds. The last Mirecyla had seen her was when Raddis and her became a bit too comfortable with one another. Strangely she was awake now and Raddis slept alone in the bear skin.
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All their supplies including the books, the Trickster's tapestry, and especially the most valued, the rum, was destroyed by the Leviathan and Armoured Giants.
Celeborn, Magath, Glorfindel and a mixture of Gondorians and Elves buried Elladan in a mound above the earth made of rocks.
Joplin, however, was untouched. One of the Gondorians left a rock near him before being punched by his comrades for even attempting to honour the man who had slain hundreds of them.
Marco, as before, was still with Cardiloc.
Oh and it began to dawn on Dimitri that Tanithil was no longer among the survivors.
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Thorgrund realized that Illúvatar had not been seen in Arda for over the last three hundred thousand years. Maybe he was enjoying a good ol' bottle of rum on some paradise island and slipped up in terms of metaphysical belonging. Either that or the DM was seriously drunk.
Either ways, Aüle's forges were brimming with Maiar and Noldor. Some shoved Thogrund aside, others gave him weary looks. He finally managed to reach a well guarded hallway where two Sentinels of Manwë stood. The door was shut.
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Equas began to have nightmares and did not awake from the kick.
Yellena had been prowling the grounds. The last Mirecyla had seen her was when Raddis and her became a bit too comfortable with one another. Strangely she was awake now and Raddis slept alone in the bear skin.
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Ha'zi heads back to Daugo to speak with him, his search proving unsuccessful. "How would I know, really? Miriel must've been working with Morgoth the whole time... I guess she... seduced me just to get me to him." He replies, feeling like puking. "And the whole rampage... well, I tried to fight Sauron. Didn't go so well. Got captured with Iver, who was naked, by the way, and sent to Morgoth's fort as prisoners. Then some girl forced me into that rage, probably their plan this whole time." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
"As you wish," Aranel stood and waited for him to climb out of the bed. Once he did she led him down a well lit hallway and through a couple corners before reaching a door and opening it.
The throne room spread out in its glorious black before Mairon. It was much more lively than before.
Three of the Balrogs stood around Morgoth, including Gothmog. The Vala was set upon his throne, his usual form had been destroyed by Tulkas' attacks and he was left with his original body. It had been polished to perfection. His eyes gleamed bright orange, his dark hair was jet black and his skin shinier than usual. There seemed to be a golden glow around him.
He said something to Lungorthin who then left his hall and walked towards Sauron and Aranel. He sneered at them and pushed into Aranel. Involuntarily, Lungorthin was bashed against the Obsidian walls, cracking them as he pushed Aranel. He grunted, swore in Black Speech and strayed away from the two of them as he exited the throne room. Aranel smiled in response to her Master, almost delightfully at the reaction from the Balrog.
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The throne room spread out in its glorious black before Mairon. It was much more lively than before.
Three of the Balrogs stood around Morgoth, including Gothmog. The Vala was set upon his throne, his usual form had been destroyed by Tulkas' attacks and he was left with his original body. It had been polished to perfection. His eyes gleamed bright orange, his dark hair was jet black and his skin shinier than usual. There seemed to be a golden glow around him.
He said something to Lungorthin who then left his hall and walked towards Sauron and Aranel. He sneered at them and pushed into Aranel. Involuntarily, Lungorthin was bashed against the Obsidian walls, cracking them as he pushed Aranel. He grunted, swore in Black Speech and strayed away from the two of them as he exited the throne room. Aranel smiled in response to her Master, almost delightfully at the reaction from the Balrog.
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"That's... terrible," replied Daugo, not voicing his 'I told you so' thoughts. He sighed. "Look, it's heartbreaking what happened to you, but... maybe putting it in perspective would help. You fought; you fought so bravely, Haz, much more than me or even the likes of Sigeric. Miriel may've done you wrong, but at least you fucked her in the end. Pleasure and sorrow are intimately mingled in this world we live in... It's part of being alive, which is more than most of us that went to Mordor today can say. Mourn for your losses, but appreciate what you still have."
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Mairon almost smiled back at Aranel's pushing Lungorthin. It was deeply satisfying to see any Balrog inconvenienced.
His palm extended as he approached the dark throne, silently gesturing her to stay back. He walked a few paces before bowing deeply.
"My lord," he said, much more sincerely than Pyrus had once done, "it truly gladdens me to see thee here today. I am only sorry I could not come before."
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Mairon almost smiled back at Aranel's pushing Lungorthin. It was deeply satisfying to see any Balrog inconvenienced.
His palm extended as he approached the dark throne, silently gesturing her to stay back. He walked a few paces before bowing deeply.
"My lord," he said, much more sincerely than Pyrus had once done, "it truly gladdens me to see thee here today. I am only sorry I could not come before."
"Honor for a enemy that even got caught?" Thoruk thinks as he looks at the others burring the dead shifter. "I'd never honor a enemy that tried to run and even got caught..." he addes in thoughts before standing up, walking towards Sigeric. "Aye Sig, what ya up to after that complete fail? I'm going back to Dale n Erebor, someone needs to tell them the news and prepare them, I bet Dale needs you now, the hordes of the dark lord could stream out at any moment, don't ya think?" he asks the dalish man, seemingly searching for a partner who would join him in the north or atleast travel with him.
Melkor's fiery eyes met Mairon's and something passed between them.
"Leave." Melkor spoke.
"My Lord, but we have yet to-" Melkor's head slowly glided to face Gothmog. The Balrog bowed his head and retreated, grimacing at Mairon on the way out. He and his other brother passed by Aranel, avoiding her as they made for the doors.
"You as well." The Dark Lord intoned to the woman.
She bowed her head, "M'lord," and left, following the Balrogs at a leisurely pace.
Once the doors had shut, only Mairon and Melkor remained in the throne room. The air was chill and filled with tension. Melkor merely stared at the Maia, his lips shut, his face the usual frown. Slowly he stood and took a step forward. Then another. And another. Until Melkor was staring down at Mairon. Without a word the Vala took Mairon into his arms and embraced him with warmth that he had never felt. Not from Eru, not from Aule, and never, ever, from Melkor.
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"Leave." Melkor spoke.
"My Lord, but we have yet to-" Melkor's head slowly glided to face Gothmog. The Balrog bowed his head and retreated, grimacing at Mairon on the way out. He and his other brother passed by Aranel, avoiding her as they made for the doors.
"You as well." The Dark Lord intoned to the woman.
She bowed her head, "M'lord," and left, following the Balrogs at a leisurely pace.
Once the doors had shut, only Mairon and Melkor remained in the throne room. The air was chill and filled with tension. Melkor merely stared at the Maia, his lips shut, his face the usual frown. Slowly he stood and took a step forward. Then another. And another. Until Melkor was staring down at Mairon. Without a word the Vala took Mairon into his arms and embraced him with warmth that he had never felt. Not from Eru, not from Aule, and never, ever, from Melkor.
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Sigeric was nearby, speaking to Eönwë! Thoruk was already pestering Sigeric and Cardiloc could join in line! Marco was still in his damn arms!
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Haha nope, Iver is not getting anywhere near the castle. He flew around looking for any living humans and elves and when he didnt find any he flew back to the group and landed. He left his bat form and walked outside, smelling like a corpse. "Who is the highest in command that is still alive?" he asked.