Cardiloc shut his eyes and when he opened them again he was still where he stood. What was happening? Was he tired? He had used his power for granted and teleported far more than usual. He felt the blood dry on his forehead and the cut had healed over. He'd have to find it by foot then.
Which hallway would he take? The one with the screams or the one behind him? Which way had Laurel led him to Ha'zi?
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Daugo watched as his foot came flying at Ha'zi but the twerp dodged it and made a beeline for his other leg.
The Warrior Giant smashed its fists into the Behemoth's shins, denting them.
Sigeric found the hammer complete in his right hand whilst his left held up a makeshift roundshield over his head.
The smoke had cleared on the battlefield and the black rangers watched as the fight continued.
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Arathor waited for Iver to take off with them.
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"And the other seems to lack any destructive power. However, we placed him in the lower cells as instructed by the elf as a precautionary measure. We had the drop on them and the female nearly managed to escape." Lieutenant Tildir left out the parts about Glorfindel rescuing their sorry asses as he debriefed the King, Lords and generals of Gondor. They had all gathered in secret to discuss the issue of these other giants.
"It is clear that they are dangerous but to what extent is unknown to us. We monitored them and there are less than a hundred. Maybe seventy in total. And a single one could have wiped out an entire battalion with that fear factor. We were all paralyzed. Imagine that my Lords. Frozen in fear. It was the worst feeling I experienced, even worse than seeing the hordes of Mordor."
One of the officers spoke up, "I say we exterminate them. Rid ourselves of the problem."
Another countered, "We should at least attempt to recruit them."
"They're too dangerous to be left alive. They can turncoat."
"Surely not all of them are that threatening. They claim the male lacks any ability to Giantify,"
"Giantize," Glorfindel corrected the man.
"Yes, Giantize." He repeated, "I'm sure we can offer them land and coin in return for their aid. Give them a minor principality."
Someone laughed at this idea. "And where would that be, Lord Romestamor?"
"Perhaps Anfalas."
"No. Not in my domain! I shall not jeopardize my folk with the proximity of these beasts!" The Lord of Anfalas spoke up.
"My Lords, my Lords," It was the Prince of Dol Amroth, Imrahil who spoke. They quieted their bickering. "I believe we can negotiate with these...prototypes as they are called. However, should they refuse, may I pose the question of what shall be done with them?"
"Well..." Romestamor said, "We'd have to monitor their actions."
"Forget that. We end them. We are at war with the Enemy. They are slaves to Morgoth's will. We cannot allow him to reclaim them."
"I say we take their power. If they refuse to cooperate then we have our own men inherit their abilities. We have three Giants already. Why not add, say, another seventy. We could have our own brigade of them to fight against Morgoth. Use his own weapons against the bastard." The Admiral of Pelargir suggested.
"Regardless of their cooperation..." Glorfindel now spoke. Unlike the rangers, he was actually given a seat at the King's table. "It is unreasonable to trust in servants or ex-servants of the Black Enemy. I witnessed their destructive capabilities firsthand. Less than a dozen of them wiped out my comrades. They cannot be allowed to walk free. Their crimes are numerous and must be answered. What better way than by serving as predecessors to better men who could defend the Free Folk from the great threats we face."
This brought further argument and discussion to the table. Faramir, the Prince of Ithilien argued against any such unethical killing or extermination whilst many of the commanders and lords of Gondor came to agree with Glorfindel's proposal, to a varying degree. In the end it was the King who spoke.
"Before any acts of baseless slaughter occur, I shall speak to these people. If they offer to cooperate then we move from there. However, should they choose to disregard the fate of Middle-Earth," He paused and glanced at the rest of his counselors, "Then we can entertain such fantasies."
The King stood and looked at Glorfindel. "Bring us to the prisoners." The elf slowly stood and glanced at Hering.
"Lead the way."
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