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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Okay and?" Endo asked somewhat dissatisfied. "Now what?"

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Lungorthin roared madly as two sets of teeth sunk into his shoulder and neck. His last arm swung violently at Munvare, shoving him back, causing a tear to his jugular. Flames gushed out alongside a swelling molten liquid that Lungorthin began to choke on. His body trembled over and he took a step forward toward Munvare before falling forward onto his front. Undolog was still attached to him, chomping down on his left shoulder blade. Lungorthin had been felled.

Nearby, Ranzolg gripped ahold of the morningstar as the fire dissipated the smoke and the hulking form of Gothmog walked through toward him. Behind Ranzolg were the two other remaining Balrogs whilst Durin's Bane was missing from the scene.

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Aragorn raised a hand and flicked it slowly. The guards left and the doors shut. Intrigued eyes fell upon Sigeric. Good. He now had his attention.

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"What?" Telimekhtar was more confused than anything at this moment. His left fist clenched slightly and he looked around warily.

"Their..." One man muttered.

"Monsters." Another finished.

"There's no way..."

"How can we..."

"The King must be warned...." Kurio muttered swallowing as he digested it all.

"Bastian! My horn!" Ostopher yelled aloud to them. "Signal our scout patrols to return immediately. We ride for Minas Tirith!"

"But sir we should strike them at their home before they-"

"Did you not witness what I have witnessed?!" The commander demanded. "Did you not see what monsters these followers of the enemy are?!" His features had become unsettled, his voice shaky. He turned to the multitudes of men across the campfire. "MY RANGERS! MY GIANTS! MY MEN! WE CANNOT ALLOW THIS FOE TO ASSAULT OUR HOMELAND! NOR CAN WE FIGHT THEM WHEN THEY POSSESS SUCH ABHORRED POWER! THESE...HORRORS MUST BE STOPPED BUT WE CANNOT DO SO HERE! PACK THE CAMP! WE RIDE FOR MINAS TIRITH!"

No one moved. They were all too shocked to even register the sheer might that the enemy possessed. The mere fact that Lasser, a single individual, could nullify all their Giants' abilities by being within viewable sight was enough to cement the unstoppable nature of the prototypes. Pair that with the Savage Giant's ruthlessness, even to its own folk, and the possession of the Leviathan shifter alongside a host of powered peoples...there was no way not even with the combined strength of all Gondor's Giants that they could win a pitched battle. This...was hopeless.

"I SAID PACK THE CAMP! NOW!!!" Ostopher's cries awoke the men from their static phase.

"SIR!" Kurio shouted and so too followed the rest. The old man smacked his cane against Shin's leg, "ON THE DOUBLE!"

Keratos let his blade rest and turned to Tamara. "Lady Tam, we have to return home." His expression was pained but relieved. There would be no need to exchange her for the Leviathan. That much he was thankful for.

Arandil noticed something was amiss. It seemed as if something had occurred and everyone but he was privy to it. They were heeding his advice without issue. That was easier than he expected...what had just happened?

"Dimitri they are routing? What is the meaning of this? Shall you follow?" Teli asked.

A horn began to blow as Ostopher's apprentice-boy huffed out his lungs calling back their patrol units. The man himself turned away from the mobilizing camp and looked wanly at Daugo and Ha'zi. "Someone please explain to me what it all means? What did I bear witness to? What is happening to my mind...?" His eyes were glazed and runny as if tearing. It seemed as if the all-too brazen commander had become pusillanimous.

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Thrak was silent throughout his son's pledge but finally spoke up at the request, "Anything for ma boy." He looked around. "Where in Durin's name are we?"

The moonlight spilled over into the river valley revealing the beautiful forests on each slopeside.

Suddenly a horn began blowing in the distance. One he remembered all too well. The horn of Gondor...

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"What.. what happened to all of you?" He said with a worried tone. He knew all this shock and fear happened for a reason.
 
Dimitri nodded, saying grimly, "If the vision wasn't lying, we have no chance with forces we have. Pulling back will give us the chance to kill the nasty buggers." Dimitri sighed and looked at his fellow shifters with sadness. "Though even with all that, I doubt we could win against them all. I must confess, I think we're fucked." He said.
 
"I think..." said Daugo hoarsely. "I think the truth paid us a little visit, at last. You're right, sir, we must warn Gondor at once. But... I do not think complete flight to be the correct strategy. The forest provides good cover, good enough for some of us to approach them undetected. Sir, if I can get sufficiently close, this war could be over before it even began. I could blast them into oblivion."

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The Vale opened up before her as she approached, cloven by a stream that trickled slowly downhill. It bubbled and frothed here and there, but it just as often stagnated into reeking pools full of dead reeds. The whole place stank of rot. Plants were scarce, and those that seemed at least to be alive looked unhealthy and sorrowful. The only animal she saw was an albino eagle soaring overhead, which circled the Vale as if expecting her. Once over a small hillock, the ground sloped away from her, revealing the mighty Tower of the Moon, of Black Sorcery: Minas Morgul. It no longer shone with the pale hue of moonlight, nor yet with the sickly green light that had covered it in Sauron' time; it was dead, as dead as the terrain around it. A bridge no longer crossed the moat that surrounded it, so it was an island of bones submerged in festering waters. The Ephel Duath loomed behind, black and menacing.

As she approached, the albino eagle started making its descent, perching on the crumbling ruins of one of the statues that had flanked the entrance into the fortress.

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Undolog cackled and spat out bits of Balrog flesh, backing away from Lungorthin. She glanced towards Morgoth, trying to read any emotion.
 
Ranzolg cared not about the three crazed Balrog, if they wished to rip themselves to shreds like starved dogs after receiving meat then so be it. He had bigger concerns at hand, such as where the coward Durin's Bane was and how he was going to attempt to defeat Gothmog. The fact he was blind out of his right eye didn't help either, however he turned his head wildly to see if he could catch a glimpse of the coward, having a feeling that he should swing out. He did as such, swinging low up until he faced Gothmog once more

Meanwhile Munvare would cackle over the body of Lungorthin they had finally brought the bastard down, even though they had interrupted the duel between him and Ranzolg and created this clusterfuck. He’d look around before his eyes settled on Undolog, with his bloodlust not yet fulfilled he’d think to himself “untrustworthy alliances can only go so far.” Before rushing her, talons outstretched to sink into her side and drive her towards the ground
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Sigeric would once more look in the eye of the King "I don't need to touch you anymore as we have established a connection. What you may see is disturbing but the only way I can think of telling you is how it all started, i'll do my best to explain with what I know." He'd say before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

Argorn could feel as if he was falling asleep, a weariness coming over him but not forcing him to lay down, it was odd almost. But soon his vision of the room faded and all he saw was black, it remained like this for a few moments until he heard from behind him the sweetest music he had ever heard, one of such pureness that he could feel every single thing that haunted him be cleared, a familiar voice spoke to him as if he was right next to him, but if he looked there would be no one there "Long ago before there was anything lived the one and only Eru Ilúvatar, Eru shaped our world alongside the help of his children the Valar." Images of the Valar, both the ones Sigeric himself had seen and used his best to picture showed up "Together they created Middle Earth along with the people who now live here."

Sigeric would then begin to recount the story of how the Dwarves were made and the legends everyone should know about, up until he came to the great war of the heavens. He would then describe the war against the darkness, the void, a extremely powerful being that even though just managed to be defeated still left its mark. He explained how it had corrupted and turned Morgoth into Melkor, the evil and terror of the Gods. The first Dark Lord. He would then begin to quickly summarize what he knew of the first, second, third, and present history before going back and describing how Manwe after imprisoning Morgoth had the Void's curse be put inside of him.

He would show the King of images of great armies, the terrors he and the other Karolti had witnessed, he showed the might of Morgoth before, during, and after the battle of Morgoth, the corruption of Manwe and what he is currently doing, the void, and much much more before finally drawing him back to the present day "Morgoth is simply a pawn set by this darkness, using Manwe as a means to destroy us and Morgoth so it can take over our world. I cannot ask you to let Morgoth live, but he must remain living until the Void is defeated, only then can we imprison him and ensure he can never escape again. I only ask of this for the good of our people and Middle Earth, think what would happen to your son if Morgoth is defeated, our world will end. We need allies and those allies may now be the ones whom we have always fought against." Sigeric would explain leaving it at that
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Mirecyla looked at the land with disgust, this was the famous holding of the Witch King? A place that men once feared to even set there eyes on? Whatever it was it had long been worn down by time, and clearly she had a lot of work to do if this is what she was working with. Looking at the albino eagle she would only blink before using her long arms to begin to scale the walls, going to perch atop them like the eagle was doing
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Shin while still disturbed by these images simply stood there with a sideways grin plastered on his face while he simultaneously stroked his crossbow. Drawing himself out of his his thoughts he listened into the conversation, he nodded at the Hobbits words, hitting Mateus with his elbow “I wouldn’t mind staying behind and kicking some ass, pretty sure this beauty wouldn’t mind that either.” He’d snicker still stroking the crossbow like a cat
 
Cardiloc scowled at Endo’s lackluster response, this was a big deal yet he acted so dismissive. “Now, I find that gem. But first, I’d like to see if this form actually works. Wait here.” He informed Endo, though there was a hint of spite in his voice. He glanced up towards the peak of the mountain, before jumping to it.
 
With a bit of a headache left she would slowly look up towards Keratos.

Under normal circumstances she would ask them why and of what reason, but these flashbacks, or rather parts of someone's mind... they were enaugh for her to not ask for any reasons. She would nod and slowly get up.

Looking around and suddenly hearing the horn of gondor she would realise that these dreams didn't only appear in her head.

"Are we in danger?" she would ask Keratos, grabbing his arm.

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"Father.." Thoruk would say, looking around.

"To be honest with ye, I've no clue either. Some monster chased me down but I was barely able to escape it with the help of..." he stopped looking around "Well, she's not around, but you'll meet her soon enaugh. She's the reason I'm alive and further more that ye're back 'ere and..." suddenly a loud noice echoed through the mild winds of the moon-light flooded night. A horn, a horn he was very familiar with. "The horn of gondor?" he'd ask in confusion. "What would those buggers do up 'ere in the north?" he walked a bit to his right and then to his left.

"Father, let's head out for those buggers, maybe they can help us find tha friends I need'a find. Ye comin with me?" he'd ask in a happy tone, in anticipation of going on a adventure, together with his father after ages and ages of thinking his father was dead.
 
''No.. we can't blow them all up. There are people in there we need to save, there are four souls that we cant just kill and pile up their ashes with the rest of the filth. We have to try and save them. But it seems that there is no other way to end this war. At least.. at least let me be with one soul in particular in their.. our last moments together. I made a promise to return to her, and may they be our final moments.''
 
Zaro now realizing he was in the void with no fucking idea where he was or who he was would attempt to slit his throat. Only to accidentally fall off a ledge breaking both legs, his cock, and his hands were now left open from his flying knife. Zaro through the agony would slowly crawl to his knife only to have a nearby chicken grab it, and then casually away whilst gnawing at the handle. A bird on queue would relieve itself over Zaro’s head and coincidentally it would instantly begin raining. The elf was now laying in a mix of mud, bird poop, and dirty rain. Finally, a boulder would fall directly on Zaro finalizing the death of the great legend. Many a men would mourn his death sharing stories of his bravery and unmatched skill. Everyone would remember the seemingly unlimited tales of glory. May we continue to be blessed by this elf’s greatness. Historians would estimate he killed more than thousands of giants and other deadly beasts that no other dared to face and was praised as the hero without equal who was good when no other could. May he Rest In Peace.
 
"Oka-" Endo's voice cut off as Cardiloc teleported to the mountaintop.

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Much to Undolog's surprise, her master was amiss from his throne. Before she could begin to contemplate why he had left, a set of claws pierced her flanks and she was shoved down as Munvare gripped ahold of her.

Ranzolg's swing hit empty air. Gothmog was cautiously approaching him yet showed no signs of fear. He regarded his fellow Balrog with blood red eyes. "Die." The simple command came.

Gothmog swung his left claw through the air at Ranzolg and half a dozen flaming shards flew at the smaller Balrog. This was followed by the larger one charging at him with his mace in hand.

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Aragorn's blue eyes pierced Sigeric as if staring through him. His unbroken features faltered and suddenly Sigeric saw the most unexpected of emotions. Happiness. Aragorn smiled. A sad delicate smile. He sighed.

"So we are on the same page."

Unexpectedly, Sigeric began witnessing the similar visions to which he revealed to Aragorn coming directly from the King's memories. He saw him standing before the world, rallying Arda to defend itself against their true enemy. The Void. He saw Mandos speaking to Aragorn. He saw them shake hands. He saw Aragorn weep in the shadows when alone. He...understood. Aragorn understood. He knew the truth of this world. His smile grew slightly.

"This festival was not merely to gather the leaders of the Free Peoples to celebrate nor was it to reveal Morgoth's return. My dear, Sigeric...it was to inform Arda of the truth. Of our true enemy. And to muster our forces for the coming storm. Mandos has already told me what shall happen. I know my fate. And I know this is the only possible route for my kingdom, for our kingdom, for our people, for the Children of Illuvatar...to survive."

He raised himself out of his seat. "Will you join me, Sigeric. So let us..."

A hand extended towards Sigeric. "Survive."

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"Fucked?" Telimekhtar asked, puzzled. "What did you see, Dimitri?"

Ostopher listened intently to Daugo and Arandil. "Unfortunately, we cannot take that chance. If we play our cards in the wrong order...then we lose." He turned to glance at Ha'zi who had remained silent throughout the entire ordeal. "The enemy possess someone who can negate our Giants by their mere existence. The chances of your ability failing as I witnessed the other one, called Iver, fail to run then..."

He grit his teeth. "Then we not only have lost the Leviathan but also the Behemoth. Even on the off-chance that you are able to blow them into smithereens...there is still the issue of their own giants. We do not know the complete extent to their powers...say you succeed yet even one survives and slays you. We still lose one of our most formidable giants. And the plan to defeat Morgoth shall therein collapse due to this blunder. I cannot sanction this action, Lieutenant Burgins."

To Arandil's relief, it appeared as if they would not conduct any attack on the prototypes...good. Dina was safe for now and that meant there was a chance that he could go back and rescue Equas, Marco and Tytus if they had been captured. "Commander! We're almost ready. The scouts are returning!" Bastian yelled across the campsite.

"Let's return to the capital. From there we can re-advise our plans. But before we do, I need answers regarding what I just saw...and the series of unusual events that have transpired ever since that chance meeting with the elves. What exactly is happening, Daugo?"

For the first time...Ostopher addressed the Hobbit in an informal manner. His expression was pained and he kept rubbing his forehead as if plagued by a headache. Sweat glistened across their features in the campfire as the night thickened with mist.

Ha'zi sat nearby taking it all in. What would he do...?

"No, Lil' Lady," Keratos lied. "And even if we are, you have us big un's to protect you."

"Do not fret, Tamara." Kurio reinforced this. "We'll be leaving this dreaded forest...hopefully." He added.

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"I don't like this talk of Gondor but their still better than those monster-buggers..." Thrak mentioned, following after his son.

They broke through the forest and saw fires in the distance. Thoruk espied horses and dozens of men rushing about in chaos. The sigil of the white tree hanged from a planted banner which was consequentially grasped and uprooted from the earth. What were Gondorians doing here?

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"Open his skull." Varda said, her voice devoid of emotion.

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“Alright...” Cardiloc breathed out, his voice heavy from the high altitude. He gazed around at his surroundings, a wave of nervousness washed over him “Let’s test this monstrous bastard,”” He gulped, before biting down on his tongue. The Dunlending then envisioned a giant twenty foot long kraken equipped with the rock incinerating jaws of those wyre-worms from the Haradrim desert. As well as small wings for good measure and for greater manoeuvrability, he began to take the shape of the form.
 
"Eru be praised" he thought to himself as they decided against the hobbit's idea. "Ill be back for you.. all of you. The enemy will all die, not a single soul will survive. Ill mount their heads upon spikes in Cair Andros."
 
"Okey.." she'd mutter looking around at all the hesitation.

Where they realy safe? Keratos was probably right, with them at her side there couldn't happen much, but still, it didn't seem like they where safe at all as everyone ran around like the world would colapse around them in a matter of seconds.

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"A'ight, ye might wanna stay close father. Dunnoh what the gondorians are doin' up'ere in the north, but still, maybe they can help us get some informations 'bout some of my friends' locations." he'd say, slowly approaching the gondorians, not showing himself yet, trying to look if he could spot a familiar face in all this hesitation accuring before approaching them head on.
 
Vana would proceed to carefully cut Ulmo's head open, starting by removing his hair and skin, nearly puking, it was disgusting.
 
Ranzolg would roll quickly to the left out of the way of the shards, keeping low while lunging on all fours, dashing towards the much bigger Balrog he would go to use his smaller stature and agility to jump forward and quickly swing his morningstar around and hopefully into the side of the captain.
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Sigeric would be smiling brightly, this had taken a unexpectedly great turn. He had expected yelling, perhaps being threatened with death, but this? He would extend his hand and go to shake the kings "For survival, and for all of Arda." He'd nod "I can only hope Daugo and the others are successful, I don't wish to point fingers but whatever you did that caused them to attack was a mistake, we'll need them in order to survive."
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Daugo blinked at Ostopher's rebuttal. It sounded perfectly reasonable, and his more cowardly side was glad that things would go no further, but there was still a part of him that felt it would be the correct course of action. Then, a hard question was directed at him.

The Hobbit looked at Ha'zi quickly before turning back towards the commander. The truth was dangerous, that much was certain. Daugo valued having at least one card to play that not even Gondor knew of, and this wasn't even the strongest argument in favor of keeping Sigeric and Ha'zi's ability a secret. It was one thing to be powerful externally, to pose a threat to the physical world; it was another thing entirely to be in command of the innermost recesses of a man's mind. People feared vulnerability, and telepathy was the utmost violation of their privacy. Such an invasion triggered primal, often irrational reactions that might well prove their downfall.

However, making up elaborate stories to cover up their actions would get riskier with each lie. If one of them slipped up (which, granted, was less likely given that two of them could look into others' minds) they would end up in a much worse situation than if they straight up confessed. Moreover, he wished for support from someone that could not manipulate minds, in case the two of them went rogue, since he didn't feel comfortable with anyone having so much power over others' actions.

Ha'zi stood by, watching the exchange and registering Daugo's thought process. His heart was racing. He knew the Halfling was seriously considering giving his secret up, which could have disastrous consequences.

"All right, commander, allow me to ex--" Daugo started saying, before finding it unusually difficult to come up with words. "Explode--no--express--no--EXPLAIN, fuck! Yes, ex... plain. Plain. Uh..." he ran his hand through his hair, straining to keep his train of thought. Meanwhile, Ha'zi concentrated, trying to improvise an alternative to what he was going to say. "Ha... Haaaa... Haz-- Hazel... dammit! He can... The Har..." Suddenly, quicker than Ha'zi could react to, Daugo turned and yelled: "FUCKING LET ME SPEAK!" at the boy. Ha'zi gaped, aghast at the unexpected reaction. His concentration broke, and Daugo was able to add "It's him! He did i--" before shutting his mouth at the other's behest.

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Mirecyla found herself covered in slime and algae, but successfully climbed the walls. The city that lay below her was as ruinous as its surroundings, full of rotting beams of wood, rusty tools and weapons, and crumbling masonry. Only the tower itself seemed to remain nearly as awe-inspiring as before; a dark presence oozed from its high bricks and crenellations.
"I am disappointed," she suddenly heard from the eagle.

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Undolog hissed at Munvare's treachery, but laughed also, because it came as no surprise. She materialized a javelin in her right arm, and stabbed with it up and backwards.
 
WHA-BOOOM.

Cardiloc's Hybrid Giant appeared in the skies above the mountain peak, grotesquely enlarged. Endo gazed up in a mix of shock and awe as it pummeled into the earth and straight through the mountain carving a hole nearly as wide as the gates of Minas Tirith.

"By Morgoth..." The man whispered as the kraken-wyrm broke through the other end, jaws revolving racously.

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"Uff!!" Gothmog groaned as Ranzolg slipped beneath his mace and swung his morningstar into his left side. With enraged flaming eyes, Gothmog exploded into flames showering Ranzolg in molten lava and clouding his eyes with ash and smoke. The fiery horns of the larger Balrog shone through and his left claw grabbed ahold of Ranzolg's face, flaming fingers sliding into his eyeballs, blinding and squeezing his skull.

Gothmog channeled his power into his left hand and it began burning an azure blue. Ranzolg's head exploded. His body collapsed, ashy molten blood spurting everywhere. The larger Balrog placed his foot over the smaller one in a show of triumph. "I told you to die."

A javelin materialized through Undolog's arm and pierced through Munvare's wing, shredding through it further. The two held onto one another fiercely. Before they were the fallen Ranzolg and Gothmog watching the two duel.

Durin's Bane passed the two and bowed before Gothmog in submission.

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"There were some misunderstandings..." Aragorn looked idly off into the distance, "But I assure you, they were made with the best of intentions." Once again, Aragorn's thoughts confirmed this. All he sought was the success of the Children of Illuvatar.

"Do not fret. We should not fear these prototypes. I am sure they will join with us against our true foe." Aragorn shook Sigeric's hand and disengaged from him, turning and walking to the double-doors. "Come. We have only two moons to prepare before the kings and queens of Arda arrive for the Pellenor Festival."

He reached and opened the doors to the outside and the sun shone through illuminating Aragorn's sapphire eyes which contrasted with the cerulean skies above them. The King's smile welcomed Sigeric and at that moment the Dalishman realized he had found a man he could follow.

"I am eager to see your Karoltai. Your Guardian Giant is the key to convincing the peoples of this world to join hands."

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"What?" Ostopher turned to the Haradrim. His eyes and thoughts betrayed an accumulation of confusion, worry, and curiosity. "What do you mean, Daugo? It's him? Lieutenant Mor explain yourself?" Bastian stood dutifully nearby his commander, glancing at his wrist gauntlet as it swiveled ever so slightly with his shaky movements. Arandil's thoughts of vengeance and rescuing his friends were interrupted as an altercation began to brew between the Gondorians. The young Haradrim male and their commander seemed to be at odds. This...wasn't good...

"Come on, Lil' Lady, up ya go," Keratos picked up Tamara carefully and sat her one of their horses. Kurio shouted at a few straggling patrolmen returning to the camp. Everything was being loaded onto the carts and a third of their men had mounted up. The older man tapped his cane and yelled back over at Ostopher and the others, "We're nearly ready, sir!"

"That is...most unfortunate. Then let us take our leave from these dreaded beasts." Telimekhtar conceded and followed after Dimitri.

Ten meters away...

"Spot anything, ma boy?" Thrak coughed as they hid in the undergrowth and watched the Gondorians mobilize in haste. Thoruk's eyes caught an answer. He saw a familiar face...Ha'zi?! And nearby...was that...Arandil?! What the hell were they doing here?!

Aranel...she needed to find Ha'zi...but where was she? What would Thoruk do? And his friend was right there...he promised to come back for Arandil.

Bound to promises, the dwarf faced a difficult choice. Pursue Aranel and try to locate her or reveal himself to his friends.

"Ey, Thoruk, what's wrong?" His father cut in again.

What would he do...

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The skin and skull parted and before her eyes was the squishy substance of brain matter that all Children of Illuvatar possessed. It was said their consciousness passed through this area and was dominated by it. She saw no signs of infection by the shad-

"Uwwaaaaaaghhhhh!!!" Ulmo began to scream and twist, his restraints barely containing him. His eyes flying wild. What was happening?! Had she done something wrong?!
"GUARDS! RESTRAIN HIM!" Varda called and the doors opened yet it was not the Eternal Guard who entered but two others.

"You-" Varda began to simmer with starlight, glowing brightly and moving towards the entrance.
"Step away from our brother." The shorter, lithe one said. She was dressed in light brown overalls and a green dark green cape blew behind her as if a constant breeze passed through it. Vana instantly recognized her sister-in-law, Nessa the Swift and standing beside her...
"This instant, Vana." Her older sister Yavanna commanded her.

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“What the f-.” Card thought before he smashed through the mountain, as he came out he tried to exercise some control and attempted to fly with his wings, flapping them furiously. At least the jaws worked, perhaps a little too much.
 
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