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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

She paused. "Oh," Her hand left the door and returned to her side. "I see. This way is the water," She motioned towards the door that lay between them. "I was just going to get breakfast." She shrugged and made for it.

Cardiloc found it difficult to focus on what she was saying as she moved about, her hair bobbing as if underwater. It was a strange yet alluring sight to the Dunlending.

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Telimekhtar wheezed slightly and winced at the sight of Dimitri kneeling before him.
"Cease this action. I am no lord. And neither do I have honour. I am a failure...like Eonwe." He coughed suddenly and grasped his right leg. Dimitri saw veins of crimson, dried blood coating the obsidian armor that the Iron Hunter adorned.
"I brought you here because....because I had no other place to run to. I'm dying. I just needed to know who killed him. My father...so I could use the last of my power to avenge him. But...I did not think...my wounds would be so severe...the cut is not healing...."

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"You may leave." King Aragorn approved Arandil's request, "We shall discuss these issues of traitors later." Then the King turned to the Karoltai.

"I did not think I would have to repeat myself. Now, do explain why you are blatantly lying to me? And atop this, explain your involvement with the enemy. These conflicting reports are confusing. Clarify it." He need not add an 'or else' but it was quite distinct that an unspoken one was attached.

Meanwhile, Glorfindel gazed at Thoruk, "You are tools whether or not you accept that is up to you. I, too am one. The difference between us is that I understand that truth." He looked at Iver, "And if he did attempt to transform, I know that I can kill him before any major damage is done. Or would you like to test me, Dwarf?" The animosity between the elf and Thoruk continued to heighten. Iver was still left on the floor barely conscious. One of his eyes had been bruised to the point of temporarily shutting. Slowly his healing kicked in and his wounds steamed, clearing away.

The Citadel Guards opened the doors of Merethrond to allow Arandil and Magath to leave. Vardamir and his men turned to the Karoltai. Their weapons were still drawn and it was clear that Glorfindel had won favor with the King despite his hostility to Iver and the Karoltai.

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"AAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"

Half a dozen horsemen were hit by a wave of sound that sent them spiraling backwards with such force that half died in the instant and the others were completely dazed, in shock, their eyes bleeding.

"Hugh...hugh...hugh..." Tytus wheezed after unleashing his scream. Around him lay a massacre. Nearly fourty men lay dead along with as many horses. Another damned patrol. How many more would they have to fight? How many people had to die? They'd have to keep moving if they wanted to avoid an all out-war. Not that they couldn't win but it's not what they wanted. Not what he wanted.

"Thank you, Ty." Penduilas shouted to him from across the field.

"Is everyone safe?" He barely managed to croak. His lungs could not handle such blasts for extending periods of time. He had been yelling all morning when those bastard riders appeared and attacked their foraging party. They needed food, especially for the injured and for...

"Yeah!" She called back to him. Thank...thank Eru. Damn that bastard for our predicament but thankfully we're still alive. They lost two of their own since leaving Mordor. One to the cold and another because of those damned horsemen. They needed to find some place to settle. Someplace fair and free. North. They could keep going north.

"Die, mount-fucker." Tytus heard Raddis yell as he attacked one of the fleeing men. Of course, he didn't approve of it but they couldn't allow survivors. Otherwise, word would spread and they'd be hunted. This was the life they had to live from now on. And he couldn't ask the others to giantize, that would leave too much evidence behind and draw more attention than they already had.

"Take what you can. Let's move." He turned around and called to them all, a total of eleven. He saw Raddis and yelled over, "And take care of any evidence." The big dark-skinned man smiled and went about finishing off the survivors.

Tytus went to the closest of the horsemen and collected his clothing, stole his scabbard and shortsword, pocketed a pouch of coins and rose to find the others gathering. "Onwards." He beckoned them and took a hasty jog returning to their camp. They needed to escape this land quickly before anyone else died. Then they could settle and with that rescue the one they left behind.
 
"Bold fucking move Captain, going mad in front of everyone like that. I want answers too but your outrage isn't going to get us anywhere. It only got you 3 tables down and with a bleeding nose. Ill drop you off to the medic so you can be checked and also so I can check on my brother. Maybe he has woken up.
After that ill head back and with hope they will let me in. I want to tell the King a plan of mine to kill the enemy giants. I pray to Eru that they might see reason and let me back in. Only reason I left was to get your sorry ass out of there before Glorfindel or anyone else would snap."
 
"Thanks..." Card nodded to her, then remembered he still didn't know her name. "Hey!" He called after her. "I didn't get your name."
 
With, what almost seemed like a little smirk coming through Thoruks face he looks at the elf. "Ya know, it's funny that ya'll want to talk and in the next second you try to kill us. How do you think this will end on the battlefield? I bet we even have to watch out that ya don't backstab us cuz you're in the mood to do so, aye Mr elf?" he asks, rather quiet as the little smirk leaves his face. "I just want to get this over with, so we can prepare for the upcoming battle and maybe even find traitors if there are some in this city. And if I might remind ya lad, it's not just a trip of five minutes towards erebor. If you want the help of us dwarves in time you should better bring your conversations here to an end. My fellows are the ones who have the most intel over the enemy giants." Thoruk says as he turns his head towards the king. "I, myself have trained while they had conversations with the elves, same goes for the traitor in our lines. If they'd told me that we have one I'd cut him in two parts in an instand, ya can be sure bout that lad. I have no intel and therefor I have nothing more to say in this conversation. May I get ya permission to leave? Ya can even send some guards with me lord Aragorn. But I didn't come here in the first place to see a clash between ma fellows and an elf and sit here although I have only a piece of intel of what ma fellows here have. I might join Arandil anyway, I'd need to get to the blacksmith and I bet ya lads are finished when I'm back." Thoruk says, leaning back, waiting for an answer.
 
She had already entered the hall and as Cardiloc chased after her he fell through the door after tripping on a broken stub of wooden plank. The Dunlending fell face first onto the floor slamming his face into it. As he was recovering, a pair of boots came up to his face and above him was the girl.

"Need some help, eh?" She was smiling.

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"Uh, fucking elf. I'll kill those Giant bastards. All of them. They're the reason Farangar and so many others are..." Magath stopped there and leaned on Arandil as they left the Citadel and moved down to the fifth level where the Houses of Healing were.

Arandil found his brother where they had left him. Farangar's body was wrapped in bandages and his eyes remained shut. Arandil could see his chest lightly raise and lower. He was still breathing. A nurse walked past him carrying a couple bloody cloths. On the other beds were other cavalry regiment survivors all in equal or worse condition to his brother. This was what the Giants had done to them. Arandil remembered Joplin, the Leviathan as Glorfindel had titled him. And that big Armoured one and the flying snake which had cut them off inside the valley of Udun. They had been responsible for this. They were the ones that needed to pay.

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"I will not hesitate to put any of you down on the field of battle should you turncoat like Ha'zi did during the expedition." Glorfindel said to Thoruk but all of them heard it. He made no attempt to stop Thoruk.

On the other hand, the guards did but the King waved his hand and they backed off. The Citadel Guards held the doors of Merethrond open for Thoruk and it was clear that Aragorn was allowing him to leave. The dwarf had been the least distrustful throughout the meeting.

Thoruk found himself outside of the Citadel and saw Arandil and Magath leaving through the Citadel gates. After following them he reached the Houses of Healing where he noticed Arandil staring at one of the injured men. Thoruk remembered his own friend. Marco. He too was somewhere in this medical bay.

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Arandil turned around to see the rest of the injured and saw the dwarf enter. He made sure Magath's slight injury was being tended to and if he would be examined just in case he broke any bones or got injured elsewhere. He went to the dwarf and said.
"They let you out? How in the name of Eru did they allow you to leave? I suspect the elf wanted to keep you in. Did my King allow you to leave? That doesn't matter. What are you doing in here master dwarf? Here to search for an injured mortal that you could care less about? Or did the elf injure your toe?" He said laughing.
"I am not mocking you, master dwarf, merely just trying to laugh a bit more. It seems I was the only laughing. These are dark times dwarf. Very dark. We hopelessly bicker in that hall and fight eachother. We will not survive if we continue on like this. The King was silent, too silent. He is the wisest and greatest Man I have ever seen. I have fought for him, bled for him countless times, but I am shocked that he had few words to say in that whole chaos. Ah but this is not a place to discuss that. Tell me, what is your name? I know it seems absurd that I ask your name now, and not back in the forest or hall, but I do want to know."
 
"Hm, expected the elf to stop me. He doesn't seem to be this dumb after all..." Thoruk thinks as he leaves without another word. After following the gondorians down to the houses of healing he steps in and sees Arandil turning around towards him. As he ignores the, jokes, If you want to call them like that he looks at the gondorian. "Indeed these are dark times, one reason more to stop beating each other. Some of your men, aswell some of ma fellows just behave like brainless orcs sometimes instead of fighting the real enemy. And my name? i'ts Thoruk, son of Thrak. My father is the right hand of our king and we're the ironbeards." Thoruk answers Arandil. "Your king allowed me to leave, surprisingly that the elf didn't interfere, but I can live just fine with that. I came down here to look for my fellow mate, can ya remember? The gondorian looking boy we killed the other shifter for, have ya got any idea where he is or how the lad's doing?" he asks Arandil.
 
“Oof.” Card grunted, why was he so clumsy all the time. His face the colour of beetroot, the dunlending accepted her hand up. “Thanks, as I was saying before well that.” Cardiloc said as he dusted himself off. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”
 
"I'm afraid I don't know. Ill speak to a nurse and maybe we can find out. Remind me his name again Thoruk. After we find him we can go to a tavern or bar around here, grab a drink and eat maybe? I have some money on me."
 
"Catch a name," Her smile widened, "Funny phrases, huh?" She let go of his hand and Cardiloc realized he was back in the dining hall with a dozen other faces staring at him.

"Name's Laurel." She shrugged.

"Is that the new one?" Someone asked. Cardiloc saw a young man with a thick blonde beard and light brown hair with a burn mark down the left side of his face. He remembered him. A flashback to the expedition, it was one of those Gondorian soldiers. He remembered the lad. Suddenly, Cardiloc recognized that hair. The chiseled facial features. "What's your name, friend?" The Armoured Giant Shifter asked him.

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"Aye, his name is Marco." Thoruk says before he remembers that he realy had no great meal in days. "I'd be damned if I'd say no to that lad." Thoruk answers, surprised by how different men can be. "Didn't think of a gondorian that'd be friendly towards us besides ma lad marco, you seem alright lad." he says, looking at Arandil for a moment and then watching out for his friend marco.
 
"I'm in a happy mood, that's why. In the midst of a battle I change completely. Anyways." He says as he walks towards a nurse.
"Excuse me, we are searching for a man named Marco. He is one of the injured in this Healing House. Where is he? What is his condition?"
 
Cardiloc nodded to her, deciding against making a foolish statement that would make him look like even more of a dumbass. He scanned across the faces, his eyes settling on the Gondorian. “Cardiloc, but you can call me Card...” He began before noticing who he was. “Your...”
 
"Marco?" The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Could you be more specific? We have a lot of unnamed soldiers down here."

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"Berethor." The Armoured Giant Shifter walked over to him and extended a hand to Cardiloc.

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"Well you heard her, give her some more specific details. The sooner we find him and see his condition the faster we will be drinking and putting our problems and troubles aside for just a few hours."
 
Cardiloc shook his hand roughly, glaring at the bastard who had slaughtered so many of his companions during the ambush at Mordor, a cold look was on his face. “A pleasure to meet you.” He said, but his voice possessed no warmth.
 
The dwarf looks at the nurse, also raising an eyebrow. "I'm not the best when it comes to describing but I'll try my best. He's quite a youngling, has black hair, if he's awake you can easily recognize him if he says "fack" in most of his sentences." then Thoruk thinks a bit before continuing. "He has no ordinary gondorian armor, it's neither a cloak from the black rangers. He has his own ordinary style probably most pieces are grey and brown with some blue in it and... oh, he should have a tatoo, it can't be overseen I guess." Thoruk says, looking at the nurse, waiting for a hopefully good response. "Please no more describing, by durin, I hate this kinda stuff." he thinks as he stares down the nurse.
 
Arandil chuckled a bit , before telling the Nurse.
"Well as you can see we aren't the best at describing, if you still haven't understood the man we are looking for will you allow us to search around so we can recognize him ourselves?"
 
Berethor seemed rather confused by this but kept quiet and nodded, "You too, mate." The room became a bit awkward and Card found himself stared at by the others.

Laurel walked off to take a seat next to the old man from yesterday. Over by one corner sat Daugo's son, grimacing. Aside from them, there were no other familiar faces.

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"Oh that one," She murmured. "Follow me, gentleman." The nurse led them off. After two minutes of walking and passing by dozens of injured people sleeping upon their beds, they eventually reached the bed. They saw Marco, he was dressed in new clothing, Gondorian apparel and lay sleeping peacefully on the bed. His tattoo, a fiery mark was scarred into his neck. Next to him on a larger bed lay Eonwe's body. The Maia was in a much worse condition. Wounds cluttered his face and cuts lay over his body. There was clear signs of healing but it was a surprise that he was still in deep sleep. Marco on the other hand was completely healed yet he was still asleep. Could they attempt to wake him?

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