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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Why not? She seems as much flesh and blood as us. And she was with the Elves, which usually is a good sign." Dimitri continued, limping along slowly behind his comrades. Occasionally, he'd look with curiosity at the general direction of Daugo, who had evolved to become a very different person from the hobbit that was with them on the island. He only noticed it now, when he seemed to play sides like a master. And then there was the traitor, the one he had viewed as a younger brother. He showed how unpredictable he had become. The child was fueled too much by his primal hate for Teli.
 
"Shiva, i am so sorry. I hope you will forgive me" Iver thought as he shed a tear and spat the blood out, healing his inner cheek as he felt like a jerk. Shiva loved him, he loved her and yet he allowed her to fade so he can survive.
"Dont feel so bad Iver, you only really know that you love someone if you let them go" Vlad tried to comfort Iver. "But what now?" Iver asked Vlad. "Now we wait, I doubt Morgoth would go through all of the troubles just to let you die here"
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"Yes my lord" Vana would say.
 
"After all, if we Free Peoples can't look after one another, our future appears bleak. Shall I start picking out men, or would you like to discuss this further, perhaps over a nice fire and some brandy?" Daugo said smoothly, trying to meet Ostopher's gaze afterward to see if he approved.

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Mirecyla barely heard the Uruk's response as everything went black. When she awoke, everything was still dark, and for a second she might have thought she had dreamed about waking up, but no: around her, she heard the chirping of crickets, the clop-clop of her horse's steps and the cries of nightingales. The Orcs surrounded her, jogging, the Uruk pulling the reins of her ride while the others looked up every so often to make sure that she would not fall.

The terrain had become less woodsy and much more sloped. The trees were scarcer and sadder, and big black shadows of mountains loomed over the horizon.
"She seems ah have woke up," whispered one of the Orcs, to her right.
"Give 'ur a few moments, she'll fall asleep again." There was a brief wait as they waited for her to close her eyes, but nothing of the sort happened.
"Nah, she awake." Their pace slowed down to an easy walk. The Uruk bid another one to hold the reins and went over to the side. "We're almost theah, m'lady, just one or two more hours. You all right? You've been asleep since before evenin', 'n' at's well past midnight."

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"I'm betting on Lungorthin,", Undolog said, turning to Munvare. "Just look at that. A damned beast is what he is."
 
His roars grew madly as he saw Ranzolg bring the damned Lungorthin crashing down onto the ground. Munvare kept his eyes trained on the haughty second-in-command now as he went to retaliate wildly, pondering how Ranz would react to such a counterattack.

"Lungorthin? Hah- sure, he may be fierce, but I've got a feeling about Ranz. Though, I wouldn't mind either just beating the hell out of each other- it's our entertainment, after all!"
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Of course... the deal. Ha'zi sighed, nearly forgetting that dreadful detail- mostly because he wanted to. He gazed at the naive inheritor, this Tamara, as she was seemingly oblivious to the serious and hateful world around her. He couldn't help smiling faintly as he was reminded of a familiar figure in her same position not too long ago.

How could he let this happen, regardless of the offered person? Sure, he wanted to save Marco, but this was not the way. Exchanging lives as if they were currency and not people sickened him, much like the obligations of his oath that he'd have to one day act upon. Perhaps there was a way- a risky, very unlikely way- that both could manage to be taken back with no problem. Alas, it was a suicidal thought, but at least one that could be tried...

To take his mind off of pain and whimsy, the Haradrim instead went to poke at others, curious of the interactions happening between Dimitri and his loathsome partner as they travelled.
 
Mirecyla wouldn’t speak for a moment, slowly sitting up in the saddle and looking once more around her registering the Uruks words. The beasts had really taken a toll on her, if she was to create an army and to bring back creatures such as the Witch King she would need much more power, but that power was close. She could almost taste it. Cracking her neck and back with loud pops she would look down “I am growing stronger, how strong I am now compared to my other kin I don’t know, however such a stunt that I pulled really fucked with me, I’m not a goddess yet.” She said, the last part having been essentially spoken at a whisper to herself.
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Ranzolg would charge forward at the prowling Lungorthin. Once he got close he would roar and expel his smoke outwards to temporarily blind him hopefully. Sending out a clawed hand to hook it into Lungorthins face and allow for Ranzolg to jump atop of him and start to pound the back of his head and spine.
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Sigeric let out a dashing smile and stood moving to shake the kings hand, good, they were alone. “I am doing well your grace, despite the few mishaps that have happened while you were away.” He would say, he had no need to start to convince him to his side but that could change any moment
 
"A elf?" Thoruk would look at the male elf with a bit of confusion. What would a elf do here all of a sudden?
"Can't trust their words, that's for sure." he'd think, ignoring the angry elf as he got devoured by the ocean of white stones. Thoruk would slowly turn around after the elf disappeared.

"My father.. I want you to return my father to me!" he'd shout.
 
"She is a hal-" Teli killed the conversation as he noticed the Haradrim watching them. He exhaled uncomfortably and Dimitri would understand why as he too noticed Ha'zi and his smug grimacing face. The Haradrim realized they had spotted him. The so-called son of Tulkas' eyes stared back yet he could not understand what he was thinking. Ha'zi could not penetrate beyond his mind.

"I do not consent to such an ordeal," The elf said, rebuking Daugo's entire plan. "This is not the way by which our business is conducted. You claim to have Kingly authority yet where is it? What signs do you have? Letters? Permissions? I see none." Haldir stopped in his tracks. "Aside from your attire, there is nothing to indicate that your 'important mission' to which you have yet to reveal is justly sanctioned by King Telcontar."

Ha'zi overheard all of this. And suddenly, the elves around them all halted as their leader did. A few began to contemplate whether or not an altercation would occur and one of them began to raise their bow. An arrow was being knocked. Hands went for their blade handles. Things could spiral out of control at any moment. And their leader, the one called Haldir's thoughts popped into the Haradrim's mind.

'These folk are suspicious. Perhaps they are not who they claim to be. Should they refuse to return to the Elven King's Halls then I shall be forced to apprehend them. I shall signal to my brethren in Sindarin to ready themselves for an arrest.'

His thoughts had reached Ha'zi just as he began to open his mouth to speak.

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Nothing happened.

Then slowly Thoruk felt himself slipping beneath the white sea, being dragged under as pale white appendages took ahold of him and pulled him down. Much to his surprise he was overpowered and engulfed. Bright white light being the last image in his mind before he awoke.

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Besides the river, Thoruk felt someone touch his face and it ruffled his beard enough to cause him to jolt awake.

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Iver's hunger continued to mount. Each minute felt like an hour to him. His blood trickled out of the multiple wounds in his body and fell in slow drops to the castle below. He was growing anxious.

"Iver...please..." He heard Shiva moan. She was thirsty, her voice a faded whisper in the distance.

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With that Manwe gestured at Ulmo, "Get him out of my sight. The chains were disconnected by Eternal Guard who then took them to Vana and led her out of the throne room in Valmar and down towards the inner passages of Manwe's Palace. Varda hovered behind her, watchful and absolute. She appeared to be damaged. Something had happened to her spirit since Vana had left.

They were led into a vast dungeon where a number of items and elements lay about in orderly fashion arranged for them as expected. Varda lowered herself to the ground beside Vana as the Eternal Guard dragged Ulmo into place on a stretcher and extended it for him. He was laid out over it and strapped into place. The Lord of the Sea made no attempts to fight back, not as if he could.

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Lungorthin counter-charged just as Ranzolg attacked. The smoke blinded them both and suddenly Lungorthin came charging out of the smoke and crashed into a stone pillar, cracking it. Atop him was Ranzolg smashing his hide causing Lungorthin to roar in pain. His strategy had paid off. Then a hand came up and gripped onto Ranzolg's wing, ripping through the skin and tore him upwards and flung the smokey Balrog straight at Undolog and Munvare.

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"Mishaps?" The King asked.

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Whoosh. They were there. Endo gulped as he held on tightly to Cardiloc. "What do you want to do?"

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'Pushed him too hard, you idiot,' he thought to himself as the situation degenerated. 'Fuck,' he said in his mind, sucking his teeth. "Pray, let us all calm down," he said, raising his hands slightly. The King has been away, so, no, you shan't find any letters signed by him on us. Our mission has been sanctioned by General Belzagar himself, however. Since when are Gondor's banners received so coldly, so mistrustingly by the Elves?" He paused to see whether Ostopher had any input to give.

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"Yea, most impressive, m'lady. The Lord'll be pleased." He looked around for a second. "Trees're gettin' thinnah, won't be enough to protect m'lads from the sun. We can be in Morgul Vale come the mornin' if we set off now, but we can also 'ave a bit of a rest if m'lady wishes 'ah stretch 'uh legs."

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"Willing to bet on that?" said Undolog before Ranzolg was flung in their direction. "REE," she screeched, leaping into the air with a powerful bound and flapping her wings to avoid him. "CAREFUL, FOOL, OR IT'LL BE TWO AGAINST ONE," she roared at neither in particular.
 
The curiosity he had for the Maia built even more as he got the mental cockblock. He would've attempted to delve more into this issue, however, a more pressing one arose: the elves. Ha'zi had been so ignorant of their presence due to prior problems taking up his conscience that he had completely forgotten the purpose of the group. Frantically, he tried to spend his energy into deploying a series of dissuasive thoughts to the elves, suggesting: "They're not worth the trouble," "There are other threats that could be dealt with instead of them," "Would it really be a good idea to engage them, especially with those two large warriors?" and, last but not least, "Leave them," which was packed with the most will power.

He didn't have much faith in his swaying abilities, but he had to try something- they couldn't risk a fucking detour. So, he did what he had to do.
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Noticing the belligerent looks being passed around, Shin felt it necessary to edge his fingers near the hilt of his blade. He motioned his steed near the Serpent chick, preparing to protect his job.
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Galador watched his hobbit friend from afar, worried over his safety with this bunch of knife ears. He, like Shin, readied to grasp his weapon, though for a much less prideful reason.
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"Ha, sure I would! It's not like there's any stake for me- Ah, fuck," Munvare replied, grumbling the last part in irritation as the two combatants sailed towards him. Thinking fast, he went to dodge the flaming bodies, oblivious to the actions of Undolog.
 
Sigeric for a moment was puzzled that no one had told the king of what had happened during his absence, good, he would do it then. Putting on a shocked face he would say “No one told you? We had quite a problem. First two Protos were captured and brought here, foolishly not watched or removed from civilization. Then to make matters worse the Serpent, Screaming, and Armored Giant arrived to get them back. That had its own problems with Cardiloc returning, Marco being captured, Glorfindel being put in jail.” He stopped and sighed “A lot of trouble happened and many died.”
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Mirecyla got off the horse and pinched the bridge of her nose before grabbing the reigns “It’s fine, I had my rest and I’ll move with you.” She said, doing some high knees real quick to get her blood pumping and to stretch her muscles “Whenever your ready.”
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Ranzolg would growl in pain as his wing was torn into and he was thrown. He attempted to turn himself midair and catch himself, attempting to drag his hands through the floor to stop his progress
 
Haldir's mouth moved slowly as if formulating his words, "Leave them."

The other elves looked, some with incredulity and others nodding in understanding.

"I believe we could come to some sort of agreement. You appear to be no trouble to the King and if need be I may send an envoy back to his Highness to inform him of your journey. We shall help you reach wherever you seek but no further. Once you leave the forest you are not our business." Haldir's words convinced himself of his own internal logic being manipulated.

Ostopher looked incredulously at the elf then at Daugo. He quickly seized the moment. "We're traveling here." He rifled through his pockets then yelled at Bastian to bring him the maps. A moment later the boy returned and Ostopher unraveled a yellowed drawn paper. He pointed to an X marked near the forest. It was east of the Celduin river and south of Esgaroth. In fact, it was directly at the east end of the old woodland road. "There." He pointed.

The elf swallowed, sweat forming on his brow. "We shall lead you there." There seemed to be some hesitation from the others. Even Haldir began to seem uncertain of these terms.

Ha'zi's powers were more effective than he had ever hoped yet they were beginning to falter....

Keratos remained quiet and watched on in confusion at the conflicting communication. He kept a close eye on Tamara and watched Shin. A silent, "Don't." Passed between him and Sawyer.

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Munvare and Undolog leaped out of the way as Ranzolg came tumbling in and caught himself with his claws scraping along the obsidian floor. His right wing had taken a sizeable rip to it. And before he had time to recover or even gauge his wounds, Lungorthin appeared from the smoke screen charging madly at him with a roar of intensity, claws extended like a feral beast.

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"Oh that." The King said idly. Sigeric heard his thoughts. 'Why is he lying to me? Very few were harmed in these accidents and half the events are reversed. Belzagar had told me that the enemy had attacked the city twice. Once where they retreated at great loss and a second time when they returned to recapture those that had fallen the first time. The rangers and Eadwyn gave similar accounts. It must be his memory.'

"Not to worry, Sigeric, may I call you Sigeric?" He continued on, "Belzagar has told me a diplomatic mission is underway to make peace with this group that you refer to as the protose." He wanly discarded the issue.

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He grimaced as he caught sight of Keratos' message. Nodding, he turned his horse away, though not without muttering, "Might want to hold off on getting too attached, chum."
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"Huh... That's odd," Galador remarked as the elves' stances shifted spontaneously. Puzzled, he placed closer attention to their behavior.
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"GAH," The Balrog spat out after having dived away from the mad fighters. He went to stand back up, agitated, and looked over to Undolog. "You know what... this whole spectator thing is getting pretty stale," Munvare said, his body's flames crackling sharply as his easily sparked anger rose.
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The effectiveness of this absolutely subverted Ha'zi's expectations. However, he couldn't let his glee over his success blind him from the fact his targets were already beginning to break free. Mustering forth more energy to pour into his control, he carefully worked a sense of impatience to implant in the elves, trying to bend their apparent hesitation instead towards irritation of having to bicker with the rangers for so long.
 
Iver felt pain, terrible pain. His wounds could not close and he slowly bled to death, he was dehydrated, tired, dazed and hungry, so hungry....
Yet, none of his physical pain came even closer to his mental pain. He knew and felt that Shiva was thirsty, he heard her pleading and could satisfy her thirst, but he knew he wouldn't because that would leave her alone and imprisoned for ever. It was horrible, Shiva loved him, helped him, saved him and he repaid her by ignoring her when she needed him the most and he would rather be tied to Telimekhtar for a millennia or feel the pain and fear of 8 pairs of orange eyes staring into his soul than denying Shiva what she craves.
"Please, forgive me Its for your own good" He whispered in pain, hoping that she will understand that the only reason he denied her what she wanted was because it was not what she needed.
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"So" Vana would say while the guards tied Ulmo "Was Ulmo the reason you and Manwe didnt Show up?" She would ask, trying to pass the time and gather more information about the events which led to this situation.
 
Daugo's face flashed with absolute confusion for a second before he got a grip on his emotions. He couldn't believe that had worked. Well, no, he had faith in his grifting skills; but the situation had advanced beyond this outcome, and there was no way that what he had said could have instantly generated such a response. Something was amiss. Looking at the Elves' body language confirmed it. They were struggling, hesitant, as if being coerced... Perhaps they had remembered some urgent matter, or maybe... His gaze fixed on Ha'zi and he let out a long exhale. 'Are you doing this?' he thought, hoping he would pick it up.

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The Uruk nodded and set off at a brisk pace. The slope increased gently as they advanced, though occasionally they would reach the top of a hillock and descend for a bit, and the trees, as she had been told, got thinner and scarcer. They began looking ragged, even, after awhile, and come daylight they were no more. By then, a stream was bubbling to their left, and the mountains cast some degree of shade over them. No birds sang. The air blew from the East with a foul smell, and all was still.
"M'lads need ah rest now," said the Uruk. "Don't do well in the sunshine. I would counsel that you wait fer us, but the stream leads into Morgul Vale. As you please." Perhaps it was a trick of the rising sun, but for a moment, the Uruk's eyes turned completely white, before turning back to "the lads".

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Undolog nodded. "I like your thoughts," she said, before grabbing him by the head, diving from the air and tossing him with her javelin arm in Lungorthin's direction.
 
Tamara would remain quiet at Keratos' side, although recognizing the sudden change of behavior from the elves. Whatever they had just witnessed seemed to make them feel uncomfortable, yet, Tamara saw nothing to worry about, she had Keratos at her side, so nothing bad could happen anyway.

With a smile and a little giggle as the, so called 'elven warriors' which still looked like women in her eyes, seemed to be scared of their own woods she would move along, still trying to find a flower of sorts that would fit her requirements: White, beautiful and of course; white.

"When will we be making our next stop Sir Keratos?" she'd ask, her back turned towards him searching for a flower. "I am hungry enaugh for the both of us!" she'd say in joy.

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"Aye, where ye going?" Thoruk would say as noone responded to his desire.

Suddenly, a quiet Zsshhhh sound would come from underneath him. "Ah, so that's were the exit is, aye?" Thoruk would ask the voice again while slowly beeing devoured by the white sea around him, slowly disappearing like he was stuck in quick sand.

Yet, again there was no response and his father was nowhere to be seen aswell. Had this been a failure? Was this all for naught and he has just been played by the gods? His mind went blank for a second as everything he saw was this light again, as if he was blind.

"Huh, where, what?" Thoruk would ask no one in particular as his eyes shut open and someone was grabbing his face. "Aranel, stop it, will ye? I'm not in the mood for childs play." he'd say angrily, seemingly disappointed by what happened, pulling the hand away and turning around.
 
In any other situation, with any other Balrog, Munvare-the-projectile would've been monumentally pissed. But, of course, this was Undolog- no sense in being upset about the expected. Howling with laughter, he went to bash his shoulder into his target.
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"No, it's my horse- Yes, of course I'm doing it! Now shush it, Daugo: I've gotta concentrate."
 
“Depends on the time.” Card shrugged, he’d look up at the sun; midday. “I’m going to try some combinations, like two or three forms at once. But if I do more than two I usually fuck it up.” He stated, before thinking for a moment. “Maybe something that can break into rock, but I’ve never seen anything like that. Have you? I mean, you were alive back thousands upon thousands of years ago, surely you know something, you could draw it somewhere, in dirt.” He suggested to Endo.
 
Ranzolg would scramble upwards and go to rush to meet the charge, jumping to go and quickly dive under the grasp of the Balrog, going to have his knees hit his stomach and arms lock around his neck, tightening as he if he managed to connect pull backwards. Going to choke Lungorthin while slamming his face into the floor and having his knees dig into his stomach.
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Mirecyla would grumble, stopping with the rest of the party, they were so close and yet they really needed to stop? Although it was understandable it was fucking annoying. "Hold her for a second." She said to the Uruk, passing the reigns to him as she walked a few feet away. She would go to crouch and picture her giant being slimmer, built for running more than anything else, but she realized that she might not even be able to do anything. However her speed giant was pictured in her mind and she would go to bite down on her tongue
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Sigeric frowned upon hearing these thoughts, how dare they lie to their king? After everything he had done for the realms of men people still decided to play him behind his back? It was disgusting that they would do such a thing "Of course your majesty, however I fear the diplomatic mission will be for naut." He hesitated for a moment before asking "May I show you why?" He asked, thinking of a good way to use his powers without making it obvious
 
"Marchwarden!" One of the elves called to Haldir in Sindarin. "Are we not apprehending these trespassers?"

"No-I mean...yes." Haldir returned the reply. "All of you, return to the Elvenking's Halls. These people are on an important mission. We must inform the King of this. I shall guide them out of our lands and we'll be done with their business." The elves slowly began to nod in agreement and backed away from the Gondorian regiment. They formed against their flanks and moved off into the forest in silence.

"I shall take you down the road." Haldir spoke in Westron to Daugo and Ostopher then proceeded to stroll casually east along a barely visible passageway.

"What did you do to him?" Ostopher whispered over to Daugo.

"I guess that's sorted then." Keratos stifled a laugh at the absurdity of the elves. Truly a strange folk. "Huh?" He heard Tamara's joke. "Well I'd love to see you try to, Lil' Lady!" He said a bit too loudly, finally breaking into a chuckle through his visor.

Tamara had succeeded in finding a flower. Though it was not a white one like the one she kept in her pocket. It did not wither away like other flowers, she noticed. That flower that Keratos had given her. It was special. She found reddish wild ginger that sprung out of a bush nearest to her. It was not an appealing color but the flower itself was unique. Very strange...

Ha'zi's deception had succeeded. Yet he had to maintain this with the leader and those that were walking away. He could still feel their minds attempting to fight back but his willpower was too much for them, at least now.

Meanwhile, behind them all, Telimekhtar whispered to Dimitri. "She must be removed. As soon as possible. We have to take the chance to isolate her. She is a danger. I have to take her away from this place."

Without a reply, Ostopher signaled his men, "Follow on!" Bastian repeated the call and they began moving forward, some on horseback and others afoot.

"Let's move, Aeron." Bastian called out to his friend. He was falling behind. "Come on!"

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"Thoruk." The Dwarf felt two hands smother his face, "THORUK!" He heard his father's cry. "MA BOI! YA CAME FER ME!" Before Thoruk could even gauge his surroundings he was enveloped in a great bear-like hug as his father's arms came around him.

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Minutes turned into hours and hours into days and soon over a week had passed. Iver was left there to starve, to suffer, to rot. Abandoned. Shiva was no longer with him. Her voice had faded away days ago and the comfort she brought him, the love, the nourishment, the safety and warmth. All of it was gone. Burnt away by the hot days. His body was constantly pestered by the heat and cold, his skin burnt nearly as brown as Ha'zi's and peeling whilst he shivered through the cold windy nights. His thirst for blood had grown unquenchable to the point he had broken and cut his tongue in a desperate attempt to transform, failing and sucking on the blood that bled into his mouth. It was futile. Fruitless.

Iver was so dehydrated that he could not weep. Not even a tear. He had always thought himself immune to pain, at least physically, but this pain. This was worse than what he had felt when Ilmare died, when his father's body was beneath a pile of rocks...this pain...it was too much for his heart to bear. It beat slowly, softly, weakly.

Iver was alone.

His friends did not come to save him. The Trickster was not there for him. Shiva was long gone. He had failed her. And now he was doomed to live a lifetime on this forsaken piece of obsidian that touched the sky. No one cared for him but Shiva. And he had failed her. Failed her. Failed her. Failed her....

All he could do was think to keep the pain off his mind. His mind was so weak that not even Vlad could offer him company. And so his memories and thoughts were there. He thought of Shiva first, naturally. Then of Thoruk, Marco, Sigeric, Daugo, Dimitri, Teli, the Trickster, Card and even Ha'zi. He even thought of Glorfindel and Celeborn. Of Ilmare and Aranel. Of Miriel and her children. He had enough time to think of everything. And all it did was make him angry.

Fuck them all. They had all abandoned him. His friends didn't give a shit about him. He was a glorified flying cart. A joke. The elf had brutalized him at that meeting in Gondor in front of them all and none had lifted a finger to help. Not even Thoruk. That dwarf...he cared nothing about Iver. Only about his damn short-folk and his axes. Marco...he was useless and all he did was swear. A waste of their time. Last Iver remembered they had left him in Gondor. Where was he? Did he even care? What about Sigeric his half-brother who would not even acknowledge his existence? What about Daugo? Cardiloc? Ha'zi? What about the Valar? Fuck them all.

Shiva was the only one who mattered...

And so Iver wasted away, freezing to near death as the wind blasted him atop Morgoth's fortress. It was so cold that his extremities had begun to experience hypothermia but that pain in itself was a blessing. The numbness was a rare gift in such horrid conditions.

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Varda gave her a glare. She was used to getting such glares from her oldest sister. Varda often looked down upon Vana but she never knew why.
"Of course. His betrayal was an inconvenience. Why do you ask such moronic questions?" Varda said.

"We are ready to proceed." One of the Maia in the chamber said and handed a scythe-like blade to Vana. "My lady." He said and stepped back leaving her space to access Ulmo who was eagle-spread across the table.

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Lungorthin paused and looked up just as Ranzolg slid beneath and bore into him, he was lifting him just as a massive project hit both of them sending Lungorthin bowling across the obsidian floor. Munvare landed atop Ranzolg, his feet poking into the other Balrog's face.

Undolog's actions had disrupted their fight but surprisingly, Morgoth did not seem to care. If anything he appeared uninterested, gazing wanly off into the distance. Gothmog grimaced beside their Lord's seat. She had to do something to interest him. Otherwise what good was she?

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"And why is that?" Aragorn asked, genuinely intrigued.

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"Well..." Endo said, "There was this one dragon..." He began to draw something in the sand resembling an great drake with wings larger than its own body. "So it's basically that but about the size of...well...everything. The earth shook when it walked and I remember it used to break mountains whenever it flew in the distance." He shrugged. "If you can turn into that just please do it far, far away."

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