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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Rambo kept his hand steady on the bow, grumbling at his ill luck. “You know I can’t do that,” He shook his head, yet he still pointed he bow at the pair.
 
"I could've," The Trickster remarked, "If I had listened to Mandos. If I had tried to prevent Melkor's imprisonment. If I had been stronger. If I hadn't been so weak and craven. Maybe...maybe all this bloodshed could have been prevented. Maybe I wouldn't be like this. Maybe my brothers wouldn't have turned on each other. Maybe Vana...Irmo...Nieliqui..." His voice faltered and Iver became the first being to experience one of the Aratar crying.

The breeze hastened, a flock of birds rushed up out of the long grass, and a light drizzle fell upon them.

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"I will not bend so easily. Now, go on. Do your duty." Glorfindel told Rambo and threw down the ranger, leaving himself completely exposed. "I only hope that my blood does not stain your hands."

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“Elf, we’re not here to kill you...” Rambo desperately persisted, why were they doing this. “You’ve comitted treason against Gondor, but you will be allowed to stand trial.
 
He begrudginly processed this info, seeing it as not much to go by but still vital. One thing Vardamir said, though, definitely caught onto his mind. What was that thing with Glorfindel? A winged beast? Seems that confirms the sighting that they were told of outside Tirith. And, by that description, it sounded a lot like Iver. That would actually make some sense, as he would not at all put it past Iver to do something so idiotic. Although... It couldn't be. Someone would've recognized the Flying easily.

So what was it? There was no way it would be a soldier of Morgoth, for Glorfindel's hate would definitely prove. Unless he was somehow corrupted, if course. But, then, another thought came to mind. Could it be.... ? Ha'zi cleared his throat. "Did you hear any more about this winged beast, or was that all that was available?"
 
"I will not make it back to the capital. They will find a way to silenc-"

THWAAP.

A bolt whizzed through the air and caught Glorfindel in the back. The elf let out a grunt and swayed forward, his body hit the bone with a sickening crack, the rib breaking and eventually, he hit the dirt.

"No," He replied to Ha'zi before turning at the movement on the rib, "Ah. Good shot, soldier!" Vardamir cried over to the men. "Secure him for transport to the capital. See that his wounds are patched."

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Rambo looked on in terror, yet the elf was unhinged, he needed to be neutralised. The dark skinned man dismounted from his horse, and after walking towards he elf he pulled out bandage and slowly secured the bolt to prevent it from moving. He’d then hold Glorfindel down until the others arrived.
 
The crossbowmen walked up to Rambo, flanked by the swordsmen and the pikeman.

"We'll take custody of the elf."

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“Of course, just make sure you keep pressure on the bolt-wound. I’ve already fixated the bolt in place to prevent further damage.” Rambo instructed the man who had spoken to him.
 
Iver felt deep sorrow as Orome started crying, "You couldn't prevent any of this" Iver claimed.
"If you would have tried to prevent Melkor's imprisonment you would either be thrown into the void with him or in the worse case, you would cause the death of either all of your family or of you and Melkor, for you would fight till death" Iver said before adding
"Your brothers would turn on each other eventually, but it is not your fault and you couldn't stop it. That piece of void stained your Melkor's heart and now Manwe's, you couldn't stop them from turning into what they have become, but you can still save them. But if you want to do that you will have to let go of the past, sticking to the past preventing you from living the present and building your future"
 
Sigeric ceased his attempts to enter Glorfindel's mind. It was causing nothing but pain for himself. he listened closely to the Elf's words. Something about a setup? Not reaching the capital? He called up to the Elf. "Can you tell us the identity of the second winged beast?" he asked. But he was too late. Sigeric watched helplessly as Glorfindel was struck by a bolt from an unknown ranger, and tumbled down from the rib cage onto the ground below. This entire situation felt wrong. Sigeric's gut told him that Glorfindel was innocent. Perhaps that was simply a by-product of the empathy he had been forced to feel when viewing his memories. Either way, he preferred not to rely solely on such impressions. He addressed Vardamir, after making sure that he was out of earshot of the unfamiliar regiment of rangers. "This new regiment. How well do you know them?"
 
"Yeah, got it." The man shrugged off Rambo's statement. "Furdin, Keratos take care of him." The men walked up and grabbed Glorfindel's arms, dragging him through the dirt and back toward the horses. The blade the elf had been using shone brilliantly in the sludge in front of Rambo.

"As well as you do, I'm afraid. I know their names, though." Vardamir answered Sigeric's question as Glorfindel's body was dragged towards the horses. The men did not even pause to remove the bolt from his back or raise his head which sagged, dried blood and mud caking his snow-white hair. One of the rangers, the pikeman, had a passing glance at Sigeric. He grimaced.

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"Why? What's the point? How would I even stop them? I can't even bring myself to face them. Let alone fight them..." The Trickster wiped away the tears and concentrated.

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"Well, our friend Iver tends to scurry off sometimes and come back. He will most likely return soon."
"I hope" Arandil told himself.
"Now me and my friend here, we best get going, wouldn't want to take up anymore of your time sir."
 
"You dont need to do any of this" Iver said and put his hand on Orome's back, "all you need to do is help us find out how do we can cure your brothers from this piece of darkness" He added.
 
"So, he isn't in the house? Who's to say he's run off and left you behind as collateral?" Lasser halted Arandil with his hand, barring the way.

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"You'd think it's because of the darkness that they've become this way? Wanted these things?"

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"I have seen their memories, you tell me. Would the Melkor and Manwe you knew and loved do this to each other? To their family? To the world?" Iver asked.
 
"We should escort them back to Minas Tirith. I need to know more about what happened there. Besides, we need to bring back a prisoner of our own." Sigeric said, gesturing at Evenis. He looked to see whether steam was still emanating from the body.
 
"No. You don't understand." The rain lessened. "Melkor always hated our father and Manwe was always a power-hungry cunt. The darkness merely made them more of what they already were."

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"Return with the Slayer and an army at his back? Yeah, no. One of you or both of you are staying until he 'returns'." Lasser chided.

Arandil noticed Raddis peeking his big ugly head around the corner and sniveling at them.

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Vardamir thought for a moment then acquiesced.

"Mateus, hold on. We'll help you transport the prisoner. Everyone roundup." He signaled to the men and prepared the firework gun.

"No need, sir. We've got it handled."

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He whispered to Thoruk again. "One of us is going to have to stay. Do you want to stay or should I?"
Then Arandil saw that ugly fool peeking his head around the corner.
"Ugh, that big old cunt is watching us. Well, we better decide now. Speak quickly."
 
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