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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Iver speaks the truth," said Daugo casually. "I caught on to their little game not very long after it had begun, thought it best to keep it quiet." This was a lie, of course, but it wouldn't do to start yammering about several different versions of what happened. He cared little whether Sigeric or Iver were right, but the latter had spoken first, and that was what the others would pay more attention to. "Tell us about the fortress, then, Iv."
 
"Mine own death means little." Dimitri said in between sobs, "I weep for Middle-Earth, for its people, for the dead, for Tulkas. i existed to bring honor to His exalted and most holy name, and now he is gone."
 
Cardiloc found no water within his room. Outside was the hallway and as he opened his door to find sustenance instead he saw someone else in the hall. A dark-skinned woman had just entered from the opposing side. She had the wildest dark wispy hair and stood at five foot five, her face hit Cardiloc like a train and he was almost mesmerized by her beauty. Never had he seen a dark woman before, yet she seemed to be a young maiden.

"Uh...." She seemed to say, "Hello?"

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There was a sigh from the big beast. Slowly it lowered its arms and with a single movement unshackled Dimitri, breaking his chains.

"You may leave. Thank you. I know now what I must do." Dimitri had none of his weapons and saw no supplies to feed him about with the exception of a small river that swept through the cave.

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"Wait. What?" Magath blinked. "You knew who the traitor was and did nothing?" His face boiled with anger. "We could have captured one of them before we were ambushed! We could have gained the information about the other Giants through them and prevented the deaths of hundreds of men!!" Then Sigeric began arguing with him and the Gondorian's features showed shock and confusion. He turned to Daugo, the Hobbit who had been seen conversing with Celeborn often, someone who seemed knowledgeable and trustworthy. Magath expected Daugo to dismiss Iver's story as a lie. Instead, the Hobbit reinforced it.

"YOU LYING MINIONS OF MORGOTH!!!" Magath's chair flew back as he leaped across the table, fists bared as he brought them down, punching Daugo square across the forehead. The hobbit was thrashed backwards on his chair, it toppled with him in it. Suddenly, there was a flash of silver and Magath was smashed into the table, pinned beneath someone much larger.

"Surely you're not completely ignorant?" Glorfindel asked Magath as he held the vengeful man down.
"Let go of me! I'll kill the bastards!"
"If you tried to, you'd doom us all and the inhabitants of this city. You realize the Hobbit is the Behemoth Karoltai? No?" The elf leaned in closer to the writhing Gondorian, "Like that gargantuan Giant that decimated you, that Leviathan. Except larger. And more destructive. You were just speaking of the dangers of unleashing a Giant inside this city. Now you want to injure the Behemoth, the greatest of them? Release a fiery inferno right here and kill us all, the King included? Are you blind?" Suddenly Magath stopped and Glorfindel released him, kicking the man across the table at Arandil. His nose was cracked and bled and Arandil saw his superior defeated by the elf.

Captain Vardamir and his men had drawn their weapons in the meanwhile, aiming crossbows and spears at the Karoltai and more specifically, Glorfindel. King Aragorn was shocked yet said nothing as the events transpired.

Glorfindel, who was still standing upon the table, towering over the five Karoltai, then stated, "I spent enough time with these lot to know that they're lying. Only Sigeric is speaking the truth, yet I sense he too is hiding something. In reality they're all liars, concealing some secret or another. Regardless of this fact, we need them. Yet, if they dare believe they can directly lie to us...." He was speaking to them all but quickly turned, his boot smashing into Iver's face.

The Dalishman was thrown backwards, knocked off his chair and flew onto the ground next to Daugo. Thoruk watched as his friend was btfo-ed assaulted by the elf.
"Then they clearly do not understand that even with their powers, I can kill them. Watch."
Glorfindel dropped down onto Iver and a flurry of punches followed which turned Iver into Papa Smurf as blue as the lapis that came from the Ered Luin.

Daugo found himself stunned on the back of his chair staring up at the ceiling, pain swelling in his forehead as a couple thuds were landed. Sigeric, Ha'zi and Thoruk watched their friend get pummelled into a purple pulp by Glorfindel. Would any of them dare stop the elf? Surely Iver deserved it, yet...

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Cardiloc stared at her, dumbfounded by her beauty, like an idiot. "Oh, ugh." He spoke in a raspy tone, remembering himself. "Do you know where I can, uh." The Dunlending coughed. "Find water?". Why the hell was he acting like Ha'zi, she was just a girl, though a beauty.
 
Sigeric would remain seated, his face like stone. He made no move to stop Glorfindel but instead put a hand on Ha'zi's shoulder. Squeezing his hand slightly in comfort he would speak "A giant can only shift by their own free will, the powers are transferred when the giant, as in us, are killed and the killer is injuries, any type of injury is good enough. Which is why our friend Marco needed the giants power."[/i]
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Hering would point his sword to the nearest Karolti, Thoruk. If the dwarf as much as moved he would strike him down.
 
Thoruk remains seated as chaos seemed to break out, yet grabbin his axe with one hand and holding it under the table if that crazy elf'd dare to try and attack him aswell. "Is this what ya men call talking? I might remember you that we have a king in here elf. Hatred or not, we're fighting on the same side in this war, doing this won't make things easier." he says looking at the elf. "Yet I won't interrupt you, do what you want. I have good reasons to stay out of this." he adds, leaning back, looking at Sigeric. "Ya think we will finish this within a day or will they continue to keep shouting around and beating each other lad?" he asks the dalishman, rather quiet.
 
"True lad, but why do they" he stops as he takes a short look at the elf "why do they have to beat each other now? That's not leading to any solution if you ask me lad. And normaly I'm the stubborn one 'round here, aye." he says before looking at the elf again, waiting for someone to interrupt.
 
"Yeah..." Her voice was like honey. "It's this way...but, wait...who are you?" She raised her eyebrows at Cardiloc.

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"I am...well...my name is..." The voice was hoarse and distorted beneath the helm as the beast slowly gripped it and slid it off its head. A bob of golden hair fell forth mirrored by crisp tanned skin and eyes that gleamed like the sun. Dimitri had a flashback to that battle in Mordor. He saw the resemblance.
"Telimekhtar." His voice was clearer, similar to that of the laurels of harps, the sharp spring of the wind.
"The Son of Tulkas. And we, Dimitrius, are in the caves that lay within the Pelori. Or otherwise known as, the Undying Lands. Valinor."

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Glorfindel beat the living shit out of Iver. He was too quick for the Dalishman and already Iver was left in a puddle of blood and piss. A few teeth had been dislodged from him and left lying nearby after Glorfindel kicked his head in.
"There. If I wanted to kill you I could break his neck right here. You have no power over us. You are merely a tool to be used in this war. Whether or not you choose to side with us or not. You have a duty to protect Middle-Earth and my duty is to fulfill Celeborn's last wish. To ensure its safety. To save Arda. And to do this, we need your powers. So, understand where you stand. If you seek to run to the Enemy, you may try. But know that I shall hunt you down and give your powers to someone willing to fight the Enemy. Do stop lying. It's quite pathetic. Much like your current state. Now get up, and please, try to transform, do try, I would love an excuse to kill you now. Otherwise, shut your mouth and let the intelligent one speak." He glanced at Sigeric briefly before moving away from Iver and towards the wall behind the Karoltai, nearby Hering. He paused and looked to the King and bowed deeply.

"Forgive me, your Grace. Yet, you understand that had to be done. You may continue. I will watch these two." He gestured towards Daugo and Iver who had clearly lost favor with the court.

Aragorn coughed and spoke up amidst the awkward silence that followed.
"Clear to clarify?" His question was direct towards Sigeric.

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"Okay but who the fuck are you?" She asked and suddenly she backed away from Cardiloc.

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"I just told you, I'm Cardiloc...? I'm one of Ha'zi's.. friends," The Dunlending seemed confused at her response, some girls were just crazy
 
"Yes. You've told me your name but how the fuck did you get in here? This is my home. You just left the room right next to mine. Who are you really?" She backed up towards the door and grabbed the handle slowly.

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"Hey-hey-hey, calm down, I was brought here by Ha'zi and Aranel gave me that room last night. I'm a Dunlending if that means anything to you." Cardiloc quickly explained to the crazed girl.
 
Ha'zi would be frozen throughout the chaotic event, as, of course, Iver being autistic brought wicked consequences for them all. The Haradrim was a bit perplexed by Sigeric's physical actions. Was he trying to... of all things... stop Ha'zi from helping Iver? Yeah, like he has of chance of doing that in the first place. By the end of this sick little encounter, the lad was paling and genuinely felt sorry for Iver, even though he was being a dick and practically framed Ha'zi for the entire Mordor catastrophe.
 
Dimitri looked up at Telimekhtar with wide eyes, for he now was before a demi-god. A Son of Tulkas standing before him. "My lord... I had no idea." Dimitri said, falling to his knees. "It is an honor, my lord. A great honor." He struggled to keep his form, days of hard conditions and his wound did not serve him well. He barely remembered the fact that he was in Valinor! The Blessed Realm, where his Blessed Master once strode and laughed. Few had the honor to see this land. "My lord, why did you bring me here, of all places?"
 
As everything seemed to come down a bit Thoruk was about to say something before the elf interrupted him with the words "You are merely a tool to be used in this war." As he hears the elf talking about his fellows as if they are shit again anger shoots up his body. "Aye, by my honor as a Ironbeard, if I wouldn't try to settle things and get out of here I would make this elf a head shorter in an instand" he thinks, sitting there with a grim look, packing his axe with lots of power like he was about to hit someone with it but then slowly letting go of the axe and putting it away before he eventually thinks about taking that elf down anyway. "To clarify this, Mr elf, were not tools, neither are you our tools, we're mere mortals, like you and everyone else here, just with a blessing as you might think. But it's more like a curse. Especially at first it was horribly when we got ripped out of our normal lifes into this kinda life. No one of us chose this in the first place. I'm not a liar as ya can see and neither I am your enemy. I will help you, no doubt bout that lad, but I'd apreciate if you could atleast do me one favour and don't treat us like we're your tools but more like normal people, fighting on your side in this war. I said it once and I say it again, I'm on ya side lad." Thoruk says before looking at Iver. "If you wanted to kill him, you could have done so, I can see that. But if he wanted to kill you, he could've done so aswell, don't forget that, he could've blown up everyone in here in an instand. If ya'd think 'bout it lad, he chose not to, cuz he's on our side aswell, aye?" Thoruk says, ending his little interfere into their conversation and giving Glorfindel something to think about.
 
Daugo got up weakly, his hand on his damaged forehead. "I... I deserved that." He'd miscalculated by quite a long shot, and was more than a little angry with himself for making such a mistake; angrier, in fact, than at Magath. His bruise was already starting to heal, but he had put himself in an awkward position. Fortunately, the group's standing was in the hands of who he considered to be its second most capable member, Sigeric. "Just tell them the fuckin' truth then," he said to nobody in particular, while ignoring Iver's pulpous state.
 
Arandil had taken Magath to lay on a wall and took a towel to clean up the blood from his nose. Knowing his injuries where nowhere near fatal, he then sat on his seat and laughed through out the duration of the chaos. After it was all said and done and the hobbit spoke , he got up and yelled. "You fuckers are very stubborn aren't ya? Hurry up then you bastard. I haven't been this entertained since I stabbed one of those wolf-beasts in the heart, and I do need my daily dose of entertainment."
He sat back down calmly, he had stopped laughing like a madman but he would giggle here and there.
"So are ye fuckers gonna tell us the full picture? Or am I going to run into certain death not knowing two shits about the enemy that will butcher me? I thought you lot were competent, but you all keep on proving me wrong. With your bickering and little fights. Morgoth is trembling in his boots right now. Fuck it, Sauron might have pissed himself in the sight of his unholy foe." He then again started to laugh uncontrollably. He had gone through hell only to watch them fight like a bunch of idiots in a meeting so important and so crucial for the survival of Middle Earth.
"My King if you will excuse me, I have to see my brother, maybe he has awaken after all this time, oh and Ill take Magath to a medic, just in case." And with that he picked up Magath on his shoulders and went for the exit.
 
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