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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

The hobbit smirked a little. "Yeah, I'm famished". His smile faded a bit when he saw the White Tree. He had never thought about it --perhaps it was just his current mood-- but the Tree reminded him of Buckland. Frowning, he recalled a crooked ash that used to grow in front of his family's hobbit-hole. A swing hung from one its lower branches, and he would often spend hours there with his sister Ara and his brother Surgo (they were the closest siblings age-wise). They pretended that the swing was a high and noble castle, and the two brothers alternated in trying to save her, though most of the time, Daugo acted as "the bad guy".

He didn't think about his siblings often, and even less so since his life had gone completely down the drain that fateful night in Bree, but they came into his mind now.
'Fuck," he thought, 'Uncle Areth could be right dead'. At least he thought that they wouldn't have been taken by the Valar; he did not appreciate them enough to be worth the time of gods.

He made a mental note to look into his extended family's whereabouts when he had the time to do so.
 
"Ha'zi...?" Card looked over at the boy, a wave of revulsion clouded his mind yet he hid it from his face. He had seen him die, it didn't matter what timeline that had been in or how old he had been, he had seen the boy, a man grown, die to his own deranged son whom Ha'zi blamed himself for his dark turn, and had been his fault, hadn't it? If he hadn't gone to the deck to see what was going on, perhaps Ha'zi's future self would be there beside him which would be really weird. And, Laurel, no, that was really weird. Card had affections for the daughter of the man he considered his daughter, alternate realities were fucking weird.. "It's... nice to see you." He said at last, though his breath was shaky and his mind was conflicted.. "I've been gone a while," He admitted with a forced grin. "Could you get me untied..? And, explain what happened since I passed out."
 
"Yeah, you sure have." His tone shifts to being more serious. "Where exactly have you- Oh, um, let me get to that..." He'd say, embarrassed now, and was about to do so when the memory of Glorfindel's situation came to mind, causing him to withdraw and become cold again. "No, actually. Tell about your whereabouts first, Card. You were, after all, gone for close to a year, and beyond your disappearing being stressful, you are also involved in a crime. So, inform me. Now."
 
Crime...? What? "It's a long story Ha'zi, like, a really long story. I'll tell you I promise, but what do you mean by crime?" He asked hesistantly.
 
His features softened a bit, but he worked hard to compose this display. "Well, we are currently under the belief that you could very well be in cahoots with that traitorous elf, due to some reports of a winged beast aiding him, then you suddenly appearing nearby the battle."
 
Cardiloc perked his brow at the word cahoot, then he realised what Ha'zi was saying. "Traitorous elf, do you mean Glorfindel? But, he was just trying to stop Berethor, the serpent and Tytus. They, they kidnapped Marco, we were trying to stop him, well, I was at least. Glorfindel, I don't think he cared who got hurt as long as he took down the trio. He wasn't a traitor though, the winged beast, that was me, but I was trying to save Marco." He explained to the boy.
 
That cleared up some things, he thought, but still pressed on. "That may be so, but he still put many in danger with his rash actions. Glorfindel even attacked our own near the end. And it's still unclear as to what the shifters were even there for, though by the results it seems nothing good." He ranted, then threw another question at the captive Dunlending, "What were you even doing here, anyways?"
 
"I just told you what they were there for, they kidnapped Marco, but before that I think they escaped from the Citadel, partially destroying the great hall in the process. Then I shifted and engaged the armoured." He repeated himself. "I'm here because I've got information concerning the fate of Middle Earth, I need to speak to the King, but I also need to find Eonwe."
 
He sighed, turning away. "Sure, keep telling me that. We need actual proof, though, and the words of a reappeared shifter won't be enough. And I doubt you'll be going anywhere close to the king, along with Eonwe for that matter."
 
Cardiloc frowned at the boy's behaviour, why was he so guarded? "I told you, I'll tell you, but you'll need you to trust me Ha'zi, after all the time we've spent together, can you afford to give me that?"
 
"No. You're going to stay there and rot, you old cunt. I'll find our father. And when I do, I'll make sure to point the finger in the right direction."

Varda was unfazed. "I do not enjoy your charades, Orome. I understand that you're insane, now, yet it pains me to see even the most incompetent of my siblings, aside from Tulkas, of course, that dumb loaf, retard so...ostensibly." She finished, adding the last word with a smooch of her lips.

The Trickster's eye twitched. It slowly began to rain.

"You old, haggard whore. If Tulkas were here he would-"

"Ah-ah-ah, if he were here. Fortunately, little Tulkas is with father now. And soon, you shall be."

In the ensuing argument, Iver noticed the flames that encased the circle begin to die down with the rain.

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"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. You insolent cockroach." The world around Dimitri blurred and a figure taller than the Dwarf Giant himself emerged. His eyes fell upon Manwe and a mixture of godly reverence and fear shook the Forochelrim's heart to the core. His mind warped with the feelings and for the first time in Dimitri's entire existence, he considered the possibility of a being more powerful than his Lord Tulkas.

"Witness my glory and dispair!" Manwe opened his arms and a flood of images rushed through Dimitri's mind. His entire life flashing before him and returning in the blink of an eye. Tulkas murdered, over and over and over and over and over again. The pain amplified a million times over. The death of his father by his own hands, again and again, and again and again and again and again and again and again. The voice of Manwe constantly there, taunting him, belittling him, breaking him. It all happened so fast and then he was returned.

That consideration of Manwe being an entity more powerful than Tulkas disappeared. It was filled by the assertion that he was. It wasn't a mere assertion. It was an affirmation. A pronouncement. And all Dimitri, even within his dwarf giant, could do was to bow in pure apprehension.

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Tamara found her way through the sewers onto the second level.

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As Thoruk neared the bear, he witnessed Yellena tearing the jugular of a great elk out. It kicked her underbelly, still fighting, although its life was clearly at an end.

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Arandil's stomach grumbled. How long had it been since he ate those fruits? Surely not long. Yet his stomach disagreed. The strange fruit lay welcomingly in the crudely woven basket nearby.

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"The ropes stay on for now." Helvion said as the two shifters had their discussion.

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"What do you fancy tonight, Lieutenant Burgins?" Galador asked the Hobbit as they passed the tree and made for the exit; the distant memories of a better time fading away with the nightfall.

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"I am not threat to you officer nor to anyone else here. But if it is your wish for me to remain in bondage I will not protest, however, I have grave news for the free peoples. I need to meet with the shifters and the King."
 
He sighed. "I fancy myself some rabbit, I think. Yeah, and a bit of mulled wine would be just delightful," he said, his belly growling in a timely matter. "And then to bed. Would that I had a woman to make the night a little warmer!" he added despondently, having seen no action in too many months to count.
 
"ehhh.... Orome?" Iver asked and pointed at the fire. "Im not sure how your magic prison is working but..... If the fire is part of it..... It will soon be out" he said and took a step back.
 
The chicken was so delicious that she couldn't await to steal another one, yet, there where things of more importance; Finding out what these guards where up to. She would slowly emerge from the sewer tunnels and crouch her way to the the houses next to the street, peeking around corners to find out if there where any more guards around than usually.

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Thoruk would get closer to Yellena. "Aye, have to admit, you're faster at doing this, i've lost my ability to hunt as good as this, ya mind finding me a targett aswell?" he'd ask, waiting for her to... do whatever she did there with the elk, devouring some of it as it seemed, although it was still alive, not the prettiest of all sights, but he was used to it after the hunts he had done back then with his family.
 
"Hahahahaha!!!!" Ramdir burst out into laughter. Even Galador was stifling a laugh and had a gleam almost as if he were withholding a smile on his face.

"I know a good restaurant on the third level. I know the owner. He's a good fellow."

"Does he serve good wine?"

"He has a special vintage. I'll pay for a small cache." Galador stated. "Just for tonight," He added.

"And perhaps afterward, we'll visit the Rusty Pipe!"

Galador merely gave Ramdir a disapproving look as they walked down the sixth level causeway, passing sleepy residences and the quiet streets of the nobility.

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"Did that one just ask to meet the King?" Someone asked.

"This is a blatant assassination attempt in the making," One of the rangers in the back said.

"Yeah, no." Helvion said. "Not until you provide proof for whatever it is you have. Why not divulge the information to us and if deemed nonsensical, it shall be passed on to the King? Does that not appear eligible?"

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As expected, there were. Guards patrolled the street in columns bearing that strange standard. They weren't the usual city guards but some others. What were they doing? Why were they in her town?

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The bear paused and stared at Thoruk, its lips coated with crimson. It slowly opened its maw and he saw bits of elk stuck to its teeth, blood and saliva dripping out. Then it slapped its tongue about and slowly shut its lips, smacking them. It was the queerest thing Thoruk had seen. Although, stranger than anything, it was almost warm to be in such a naturally pleasing place with such a creature. Though, the bear was clearly unnatural and he noticed its fur rippled with muscles which no animal could possibly possess.

The bear bit into the elk, dragged its corpse over to Thoruk and threw it at his feet. Its mouth agape, exhaling some air.

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"Huh?" The Trickster broke contact with Varda as lightning flashed through the sky and a thunderstorm of water came crashing down on their heads. Iver's words were drowned out as Varda's voice resounded through the heavens.

"Much love, darling." She stepped out of the circle which had lost its protection as the Trickster snapped his fingers. She reached her hand out towards Orome but he vanished in a millisecond, his face a mixture of panic and fear. Varda then turned to Iver, slowly taking a step towards the Dalishman.

"Ah, one of you." She said, her accent posh and filled with a hint of distaste.

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Dimitri fell to his knee before the might of the first and mightiest of the Valar. Here was a being more ancient than the Misty Mountains, mightier than even his beloved Master Tulkas. Here was an entity who could wipe half the life from the galaxy with the snap of his fingers. What hope was there before the endless power of the Ancient One?
 
Arandil, still uncertain if the fruit was something he would want to eat, went outside looking for someone to either tell him what it was, or to get something else to eat. Bread would suffice. But the fruit looked tempting. He hesitated but did he restrained himself, wanting to be safe and certain.
 
"Sounds to my liking!" he said, before clapping once. "Let us tarry no longer, then, for seconds spent here could be spent drinking!"

Alcohol was an old friend that made the pain recede.
 
Tamara would search around for a bit, If she could make out a few guards at one spot, or maybe even someone who could be of more importance than these normal guards. If she could find some, she would creep closer to maybe get more informations. Yet if this would be to no avail, she would go back into the sewers and try to find a way up towards the highest levels, if there was no information to be found down here, her only option would be to investigate the area around their barracks, or whatever they would call it on one of the highest levels.

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Thoruk would look at the elk, only for a short bit, and then turn his eyes towards the bear. "Ya know" he would say, getting closer and laying a hand onto its fur. "My grandfather had a bear, he was one of the few I looked up to, he had no fear from such majestic creatures, they almost seemed to see him as a friend. Ya almost remind me of his bear, strong, yet so gracious." he would stop and take his hand off. "Sorry, I got carried away a bit, I just miss these old times, they wheren't so- ugh- I don't know, it was just so much easier back then, now I feel like the world counts on me to help the others and defeat Morgoth. If we don't do so, all we know and love is lost. I mean, against the orcs it was the same, but what should a mere dwarf do against a... sort of god?" he would stop to talk, feeling a bit wrong at place for once. He hadn't felt good in the past few years. The only thing that sort of made him believe in the good side was the reunion with his father. Yet, he tried to stay strong, and this bear- Yellena, just made him feel a bit homely again, reminding him of his grandfather. "I'm grateful for the elk Yellena, would ya mind helping me bringing it back?" he'd ask, trying to lift the elk up, like the other shifter did with himself, but Thoruk would use his wind. He felt quite confident that he would be able to use it without harming the bear, he felt like in the woods of his homeland, quite homely and confident in doing anything.
 
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