''What the bloody hell is shooting at us? Can we not catch a break for once? Everyone keep your heads down unless you want to get your heads pierced and flinged off this thing.''
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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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"You idiot, you sent those two to find Aranel! They're tryna find Miriel so they went to where Tytus set our camp up near this great big forest next to a river." Endo was starting to question Cardiloc's memory at this point.
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"What's that?" One of the fleeing riders called out as they rushed down the Old Forest road.
"What?"
"That!"
"What?!?" None of them could hear but the soldier pointed back towards a large being chasing after them.
"Incoming enemy!"
"What?!!"
"No, wait," It was Kurio who spoke now, "That's the Dwarf!"
But none of them could hear him and instead, some men began to kick at their horses in a desperate attempt to pick up speed.
"Damn it..." Kurio glanced back at the chaotic scene they left behind and began to slow his horse down in order to come face-to-face with the Dwarf Giant. He had been informed by Captain Vardamir that it was one of the supposedly friendly giants that had aided them in Mordor and according to the manuscript from the tragedy in the Udun, it had been the one to fight the Armoured Giant, a true foe of Gondor's.
Dimitri saw one of the horsemen ahead of him slowing until he had caught up. It was one of the older men in their company and he glanced at the Dwarf with cautious eyes and waved as if to indicate friendliness.
"Come on, don't turn out to be an enemy now..." Kurio thought to himself as he put his life down to test a theory. If it killed him the others would see and be able to utilize their fire-spears otherwise they could use him in the retreat. Wasn't he the northern man with the large warhammer?
Keratos looked back to see the lieutenant side-by-side with one of the giants. But his attention quickly shifted back to Tamara who seemed to be distressed. He slowly his large hand around her and hugged her tightly to him. "It's okay. I won't let them harm you." He whispered, not knowing whether or not she heard as both their ears continued to ring from the sound barrier shattering minutes earlier.
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Thoruk sprouted through the air and landed on the Warrior Giant's back whilst clutching his father-in-hand. Thrak was both terrified of what just occurred and excited, adrenaline coursing through his veins as they had just flown. He smiled at his son with prideful eyes as Arandil moaned in the background. Thoruk could see a number of Gondorians crouching down low as if avoiding something...what were they doing? There was a dead man there bleeding from the throat and the commander's body beside him also bloody by the neck.
Bastian gasped as he was tossed up into the air by gales and Ha'zi's tentacles caught hold of him once more. A number of bolts flew at the boy but were suppressed by the gales. Ha'zi's other tentacles which swatted at the speedster were shredded through even with their reinforced defensive capabilities. Whatever it was had just cut through armor like it was nothing but one of his tentacles managed to hit it.
Ha'zi's eagle eye spotted the figure for a moment. No...it couldn't be!
Glorfindel's eyes met the Warrior Giant's and suddenly the floor beneath the speedster lit with flames. "Tch," Ha'zi heard his thought for a brief moment before he vanished into the air, a dust trail revealing him to be retreating.
Daugo's flames had nearly bested the elf. Had he been slower he would certainly be consumed by the flames. They were flying away when the earth began to twist and shift beneath Ha'zi. Something was coming but by then it was too late.
The Warrior Giant flew away from the site of the battle carrying with him nineteen Gondorians including Arandil, Bastian and Galador, Daugo, the Ironbeards, and of course, Ostopher's body and an unfortunate soldier's corpse.
Dimitri and two-thirds of their soldiers were unaccounted for. They could only hope they escaped with their lives. Unlike Telimekhtar.
A great loss had been taken that day. Yet...would they allow that hero's sacrifice to be in vain?
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"What's that?" One of the fleeing riders called out as they rushed down the Old Forest road.
"What?"
"That!"
"What?!?" None of them could hear but the soldier pointed back towards a large being chasing after them.
"Incoming enemy!"
"What?!!"
"No, wait," It was Kurio who spoke now, "That's the Dwarf!"
But none of them could hear him and instead, some men began to kick at their horses in a desperate attempt to pick up speed.
"Damn it..." Kurio glanced back at the chaotic scene they left behind and began to slow his horse down in order to come face-to-face with the Dwarf Giant. He had been informed by Captain Vardamir that it was one of the supposedly friendly giants that had aided them in Mordor and according to the manuscript from the tragedy in the Udun, it had been the one to fight the Armoured Giant, a true foe of Gondor's.
Dimitri saw one of the horsemen ahead of him slowing until he had caught up. It was one of the older men in their company and he glanced at the Dwarf with cautious eyes and waved as if to indicate friendliness.
"Come on, don't turn out to be an enemy now..." Kurio thought to himself as he put his life down to test a theory. If it killed him the others would see and be able to utilize their fire-spears otherwise they could use him in the retreat. Wasn't he the northern man with the large warhammer?
Keratos looked back to see the lieutenant side-by-side with one of the giants. But his attention quickly shifted back to Tamara who seemed to be distressed. He slowly his large hand around her and hugged her tightly to him. "It's okay. I won't let them harm you." He whispered, not knowing whether or not she heard as both their ears continued to ring from the sound barrier shattering minutes earlier.
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Thoruk sprouted through the air and landed on the Warrior Giant's back whilst clutching his father-in-hand. Thrak was both terrified of what just occurred and excited, adrenaline coursing through his veins as they had just flown. He smiled at his son with prideful eyes as Arandil moaned in the background. Thoruk could see a number of Gondorians crouching down low as if avoiding something...what were they doing? There was a dead man there bleeding from the throat and the commander's body beside him also bloody by the neck.
Bastian gasped as he was tossed up into the air by gales and Ha'zi's tentacles caught hold of him once more. A number of bolts flew at the boy but were suppressed by the gales. Ha'zi's other tentacles which swatted at the speedster were shredded through even with their reinforced defensive capabilities. Whatever it was had just cut through armor like it was nothing but one of his tentacles managed to hit it.
Ha'zi's eagle eye spotted the figure for a moment. No...it couldn't be!
Glorfindel's eyes met the Warrior Giant's and suddenly the floor beneath the speedster lit with flames. "Tch," Ha'zi heard his thought for a brief moment before he vanished into the air, a dust trail revealing him to be retreating.
Daugo's flames had nearly bested the elf. Had he been slower he would certainly be consumed by the flames. They were flying away when the earth began to twist and shift beneath Ha'zi. Something was coming but by then it was too late.
The Warrior Giant flew away from the site of the battle carrying with him nineteen Gondorians including Arandil, Bastian and Galador, Daugo, the Ironbeards, and of course, Ostopher's body and an unfortunate soldier's corpse.
Dimitri and two-thirds of their soldiers were unaccounted for. They could only hope they escaped with their lives. Unlike Telimekhtar.
A great loss had been taken that day. Yet...would they allow that hero's sacrifice to be in vain?
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“Where the fuck is all this from Endo? I meant I wanted to check their progress on finding Aranel and whether they were in this village. Now If you can use your powers I want s clear definite answer on where Berethor and Endo are, and if not we’re leaving for your village now.” He finished, anger brewing on his brows at Endo’s sudden outburst. But perhaps, perhaps he could find Marco in the proto giant village, trade this little shitbag Endo for him.
"You lad," He asked Bastian as they were fleeing upon the beast. "are you injured? Are you bleeding?"
Tamara would remain quiet besides a few last tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to get rid of them with her hand.
She'd look at Keratos as he hugged her and would lean herself towards him.
"I have to get stronger..." she'd tell herself. "What if this happens to Keratos aswell?" she would think, worried about losing the other persons aswell that seemed to care about her just due to them wanting to protect her...
" Never give up, even when your foe is before you." These words were stuck in her head and instead of getting rid of them she would try and do exactly that... overcome her fears...
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Thoruk would sit on the giant back and not move at all... "Irdis? You there? Tell me... who of your companions were able to use some sort of mind reading or manipulation and what exactly were they capable of doing? I want everything ye know" he'd think in an unfriendly manner, then suddenly bumping his fist onto the giant.
He was neither happy nor satisfied nor anything that would make him have a smile at this point.
"A girl is stronger than me. My father would've died without.. well, whatever Ha'zi did and everyone seemed to be just fine besides that Iron hunter guy. I feel like everyone surpassed me.. and that's why I need ye informations Irdis, I have to get stronger... and" he'd stop his thoughts from revealing what he just remembered. "Ha'zi? If ye can hear this, if I catch ye once more in my head I'll give ye a hot tub like I did to ye son, wonder if his father can take a shower in some lava aswell" he'd think, not in any kind of a good mood at this point, starring into the sky for the time beeing.
She'd look at Keratos as he hugged her and would lean herself towards him.
"I have to get stronger..." she'd tell herself. "What if this happens to Keratos aswell?" she would think, worried about losing the other persons aswell that seemed to care about her just due to them wanting to protect her...
" Never give up, even when your foe is before you." These words were stuck in her head and instead of getting rid of them she would try and do exactly that... overcome her fears...
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Thoruk would sit on the giant back and not move at all... "Irdis? You there? Tell me... who of your companions were able to use some sort of mind reading or manipulation and what exactly were they capable of doing? I want everything ye know" he'd think in an unfriendly manner, then suddenly bumping his fist onto the giant.
He was neither happy nor satisfied nor anything that would make him have a smile at this point.
"A girl is stronger than me. My father would've died without.. well, whatever Ha'zi did and everyone seemed to be just fine besides that Iron hunter guy. I feel like everyone surpassed me.. and that's why I need ye informations Irdis, I have to get stronger... and" he'd stop his thoughts from revealing what he just remembered. "Ha'zi? If ye can hear this, if I catch ye once more in my head I'll give ye a hot tub like I did to ye son, wonder if his father can take a shower in some lava aswell" he'd think, not in any kind of a good mood at this point, starring into the sky for the time beeing.
The Dwarf staggered a bit, and then shifted out. From it came Dimitri. He collapsed on his knees, and stared up at the air. He was gone. His brother, his friend, his lord. One he would follow to the Void and back. Gone in the blink of an eye.
'C'mon, lad, you're almost home.' a reassuring voice said, 'They have some extra horses, just get on and keep going.'
The voice was too familiar. The last time he heard it, it was bellowing prayers to the Valar and hacking down orcs in the caves of Forochel. Following the voice's instructions, he looked up at Kurio and waved back. In an emotionless voice, he asked, "Extra horse?"
'C'mon, lad, you're almost home.' a reassuring voice said, 'They have some extra horses, just get on and keep going.'
The voice was too familiar. The last time he heard it, it was bellowing prayers to the Valar and hacking down orcs in the caves of Forochel. Following the voice's instructions, he looked up at Kurio and waved back. In an emotionless voice, he asked, "Extra horse?"
Even though he couldn't hear what was being said, Shin cringed severely at witnessing the little moment with Keratos and Tamara. Get back to riding for your life, mate. We don't have time for fricking impromptu emotional counselling sessions when there are giant abominations frolicking about behind us! To convey this message to his friend, Shin shot a suggestive irritated look over, waving a hand to get the ranger's focus.
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"Oh Thoruk... you really think I care about bathing in lava when I've got not only your fire powers, but also Daugo's immunity? Yeah, I'll keep crawling around in your mind- not because I necessarily want to, only that I need to. I honestly don't give an Iver about this sudden gripe you have with me concerning my abilities. I did what I did to save lives. Now, get all the way off my back (not literally, I don't want you to die)."
Cawing in frustration, Cthugle'zi evaluated this lil sighting. It was... worrying... No, fuck, it was terrifying. Not only did Beren have horrific mutants on his side, but Glorfindel... an even more powerful and corrupted version, it seemed. What was more surprising, to be honest, is how ineffective the elf was in the skirmish. Sure, he defended Beren for about every other attack sent at him, and nearly took down the entire escape, but this wasn't nearly as handy the old Glorfindel. Ha'zi's Glorfindel would have taken him down before he even had the chance to get in the air. And from what he felt earlier, there wasn't any attempt at it taking down Dimitri in his Dwarf form. Strange.
He had a brief temptation to take a search through the mind of this warped Glor, the perfect opportunity presenting itself. However, he wasn't sure he was prepared for what he could see there, and it might take up a huge spike of energy out.
He did, on the other hand, go to send a transmission to Arandil: "Welcome to the Proto-fucker Club. You better hope you didn't get too intimate, 'else your spawn might come back a year later wanting to annihilate you, friends, and family."
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"Oh Thoruk... you really think I care about bathing in lava when I've got not only your fire powers, but also Daugo's immunity? Yeah, I'll keep crawling around in your mind- not because I necessarily want to, only that I need to. I honestly don't give an Iver about this sudden gripe you have with me concerning my abilities. I did what I did to save lives. Now, get all the way off my back (not literally, I don't want you to die)."
Cawing in frustration, Cthugle'zi evaluated this lil sighting. It was... worrying... No, fuck, it was terrifying. Not only did Beren have horrific mutants on his side, but Glorfindel... an even more powerful and corrupted version, it seemed. What was more surprising, to be honest, is how ineffective the elf was in the skirmish. Sure, he defended Beren for about every other attack sent at him, and nearly took down the entire escape, but this wasn't nearly as handy the old Glorfindel. Ha'zi's Glorfindel would have taken him down before he even had the chance to get in the air. And from what he felt earlier, there wasn't any attempt at it taking down Dimitri in his Dwarf form. Strange.
He had a brief temptation to take a search through the mind of this warped Glor, the perfect opportunity presenting itself. However, he wasn't sure he was prepared for what he could see there, and it might take up a huge spike of energy out.
He did, on the other hand, go to send a transmission to Arandil: "Welcome to the Proto-fucker Club. You better hope you didn't get too intimate, 'else your spawn might come back a year later wanting to annihilate you, friends, and family."
"Hmh?" That boy realy changed quite a bit, if they werent in the air Thoruk would hammer his axe into the giant in his current mood.
But, it made him smile a bit at the thought of Ha'zi trying to swim in lava like the ginger did.
If even the ginger, who seemed to have all of their powers combined, was damaged quite badly, how would the boy think he could just chill out? He seemed to overestimate hisplot armour powers.
" ould' be fun to see ye try..." Thoruk would think, awaiting the answer of Irdis, ignoring the others for now besides clapping his father onto the shoulder.
He'd overthink a few thoughts he had earlier before he remembered something he had witnessed.
"Ye mind dropping me off near the protos village Ha'zi? And keep my father with ye, I have some things to do, I'll arrive in Minas in no time.." he'd think with a sudden change of mood he smiled with a rather creepy look in his face.
But, it made him smile a bit at the thought of Ha'zi trying to swim in lava like the ginger did.
If even the ginger, who seemed to have all of their powers combined, was damaged quite badly, how would the boy think he could just chill out? He seemed to overestimate his
" ould' be fun to see ye try..." Thoruk would think, awaiting the answer of Irdis, ignoring the others for now besides clapping his father onto the shoulder.
He'd overthink a few thoughts he had earlier before he remembered something he had witnessed.
"Ye mind dropping me off near the protos village Ha'zi? And keep my father with ye, I have some things to do, I'll arrive in Minas in no time.." he'd think with a sudden change of mood he smiled with a rather creepy look in his face.
'Well, that worked' Daugo thought, surprised, as Shadow-Glorfindel seemed to flee. 'Let's get going, Haz, nothing more to be done here,' he repeated in his mind.
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The spider's legs twitched and her mandible tried to take a bite out of Mirecyla, but her fear of the fire was too great and she soon relented. "Pleassssse... I'll do anything, jusssst... Ssssstop!"
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The spider's legs twitched and her mandible tried to take a bite out of Mirecyla, but her fear of the fire was too great and she soon relented. "Pleassssse... I'll do anything, jusssst... Ssssstop!"
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Mirecyla would snicker and turn around taking a few steps away, looking over her shoulder she would give a devilish grin “I don’t believe you.” She’d hiss, the fire rounding up together into a ball once more, the ball shooting upwards to form a pillar before shooting back down towards her the spiders face. It continued downwards shrieking like a demon before the illusion disappeared and Shelob was left on the ground to the mercy of Mirecyla “I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t mean I still won’t force you to work for me.” She’d say turning back around once more
”I require an army, and while I can easily create and bring back my own army it wouldn’t hurt for others to do some of the work also.” She’d snap her fingers and use her power to create three giant spiders, all males of course and all being those completely loyal to her, made unlike the Nazgul. “In order for me to achieve my army I need soldier, soldiers which you will help birth. The children of Shelob shall be vital in the destruction of Gondor and in the conquest of Middle Earth.” She said, ever vigilant for the spider to attack
”I require an army, and while I can easily create and bring back my own army it wouldn’t hurt for others to do some of the work also.” She’d snap her fingers and use her power to create three giant spiders, all males of course and all being those completely loyal to her, made unlike the Nazgul. “In order for me to achieve my army I need soldier, soldiers which you will help birth. The children of Shelob shall be vital in the destruction of Gondor and in the conquest of Middle Earth.” She said, ever vigilant for the spider to attack
"Sure, sure. We'll take a fucking detour back there- why not? Lead away, then, Thoruk: as I've seen in Arandil's memories, you've been there before!" Ha'zi replied, his salt level building.
After hearing the dwarf's request, he soon connected the dots. "Excuse me, sir," he sent to Thrak, "can you enlighten me as to why your son is acting like a little shit? This is your pilot, Ha'zi, by the way. Please don't freak out- it's far overdone."
After hearing the dwarf's request, he soon connected the dots. "Excuse me, sir," he sent to Thrak, "can you enlighten me as to why your son is acting like a little shit? This is your pilot, Ha'zi, by the way. Please don't freak out- it's far overdone."
"Knew you would say that, well, I never asked the few of you to join me on this thing, just land somewhere near the river if ye'd be so kind lady." Thoruk would tell Ha'zi, getting a bit pissed of by the boys attitute.
"I need to go there either way, if ye ain't help me get down I'll force ye to get down." he'd add in a calm way.
"This is something personal and I'd be more than thankfull if ye could understand that." he'd think, slightly turning his head towards the others. "None other than me shall be involved." he'd add before pausing for a bit.
"I'm not even asking why he is your son and how in Durins name he got like this and stuff and especially not what your mission would be, it's none of my business and so is this none of yours, so.. if you'd be so kind." he'd think, hopeing that there was some of the old Ha'zi left that wasn't so cocky.
"I need to go there either way, if ye ain't help me get down I'll force ye to get down." he'd add in a calm way.
"This is something personal and I'd be more than thankfull if ye could understand that." he'd think, slightly turning his head towards the others. "None other than me shall be involved." he'd add before pausing for a bit.
"I'm not even asking why he is your son and how in Durins name he got like this and stuff and especially not what your mission would be, it's none of my business and so is this none of yours, so.. if you'd be so kind." he'd think, hopeing that there was some of the old Ha'zi left that wasn't so cocky.
"Oh, why don't I just make the journey shorter instead? I could easily take you there. No need for silly walking to and fro. Here, I'll give you a hand, friend," Ha'zi said without a drip of malice.
A message is then sent out to everyone but Thoruk: "This is Captain Mor speaking. Passengers, we will be experiencing a fit of turbulence soon, as the younger Ironbeard present has requested to make a stop at the camp of the Protos. Please be accomadating of his departure."
His tentacles grab ahold of Thoruk, take him over to the side, pull back, then propel forward at maximum speeds, yeeting the dwarf into the void below with no intended direction whatsoever.
"No hard feelings, but you'll also have to go." Ha'zi does the same for Thrak, this time aiming to have him following the path of Thoruk, though with winds helping guide him and less intense speed so as to not harm the mortal as much.
A message is then sent out to everyone but Thoruk: "This is Captain Mor speaking. Passengers, we will be experiencing a fit of turbulence soon, as the younger Ironbeard present has requested to make a stop at the camp of the Protos. Please be accomadating of his departure."
His tentacles grab ahold of Thoruk, take him over to the side, pull back, then propel forward at maximum speeds, yeeting the dwarf into the void below with no intended direction whatsoever.
"No hard feelings, but you'll also have to go." Ha'zi does the same for Thrak, this time aiming to have him following the path of Thoruk, though with winds helping guide him and less intense speed so as to not harm the mortal as much.
''Interesting. Fancy little club this, innit. You've all seen what i've seen. And you all know who Dina is. Can you take me to her?'' He said to himself trying to communicate with Ha'zi.
'What's the hold-up?' Daugo thought, peeved.
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The spider hissed and spat, but the fight seemed to have dissipated from her, at least for the nonce. It was an ugly thing, witnessing what came next, full of hairy arthropod legs and strange arachnid sounds, and it needn't be described in great detail. By the time it was over, Shelob was still lying on the floor, exhausted, and clusters of large eggs were scattered all around, lain abnormally quickly due, probably, to Mirecyla's powers. In fact, they started hatching minutes after being brought into the world, and, as the process was repeated a few more times, the top of Morgul tower was soon crawling with dog-sized grandchildren of Ungoliant, fueled by her otherwordly spirit and fear.
"And there it is," Mirecyla heard a voice whisper. "Your army."
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The spider hissed and spat, but the fight seemed to have dissipated from her, at least for the nonce. It was an ugly thing, witnessing what came next, full of hairy arthropod legs and strange arachnid sounds, and it needn't be described in great detail. By the time it was over, Shelob was still lying on the floor, exhausted, and clusters of large eggs were scattered all around, lain abnormally quickly due, probably, to Mirecyla's powers. In fact, they started hatching minutes after being brought into the world, and, as the process was repeated a few more times, the top of Morgul tower was soon crawling with dog-sized grandchildren of Ungoliant, fueled by her otherwordly spirit and fear.
"And there it is," Mirecyla heard a voice whisper. "Your army."
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Mirecyla was frozen with shock as soon as the first bout started, during the second is when she found herself on her knees gagging and doing her best not to throw up. She did her best not to watch but the noises were a whole different situation, by the end of it all she luckily did not throw up but she was certainly traumatized, there was no going back from that. “Fucking disgusting way to get my army Mr. White.” Mirecyla thought to herself
Standing up once more she looked around at the army of spiders, looking directly at Shelob “This May be my army, but I won’t forget these are your children. You all may go back to the caves, grow and rise in power! Soon war shall be upon us and you will sacrifice your lives for the greater good.” She’d call to the spiders before wondering what was next on the list, perhaps her own personal people she wished to bring back?
Standing up once more she looked around at the army of spiders, looking directly at Shelob “This May be my army, but I won’t forget these are your children. You all may go back to the caves, grow and rise in power! Soon war shall be upon us and you will sacrifice your lives for the greater good.” She’d call to the spiders before wondering what was next on the list, perhaps her own personal people she wished to bring back?
"I don't know their exact location only that they went to our home town!" Endo exclaimed, even more frustrated at Cardiloc's impatience.
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The older man made a signal, pointing at his ear and mouthing something. 'Can't hear you,' But he helped Dimitri up nonetheless and guided him to his horse and placed him upon it then followed suit and they galloped after the remainder of their contingent. Dimitri could barely complain as his eyes slowly began to shut, his body drifting into sleep.
Keratos eyed Shin annoyingly but nodded and they kept riding into the west, far far away from that dreadful place and deeper into the darkness of Mirkwood.
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"I'm alright," Bastian murmured, his heart beating frantically, "The Commander?" Before Arandil could give an answer he was knocked out by a tentacle.
The two dwarves were thrown off into the abyss below as the eagle-squid continued its flight over Mirkwood and down south. The Gondorians aboard were all too tired and shocked to even question what had just occurred. They surrounded the dead man and the Commander.
"He's gone," One said pulling the man who was shot by the shade away. "And him..." They checked Ostopher's body. His lower jaw was missing its skin and a portion of his lip was missing. He had lost a lot of blood but after Bastian ripped his cloak off and bandaged it to the Commander's face he seemed to bleed a lot less.
"He's alive but not for long if we don't land and bandage it properly." One man said. Slowly it became evident their hearing had returned. Yet Ha'zi could nonetheless hear their thoughts.
Many were traumatized by the experience but they were hardened and given new motivation. They sought the destruction of these powerful enemies even at the expense of their lives. Many of these men had families, wives, mothers, fathers, children, brothers, and sisters to return to. And they would gladly give their hearts so that their loved ones could live undisturbed from the likes of Beren and the prototypes...
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Thrak screamed as he fell through the skies after his son. Both of them descending down towards the dark forests below. If Thoruk failed to act they would both perish there and then.
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"I'm sorry, Master." Aranel said as she ripped herself out of her giant. "I did not expect such resistance from them. I'll do better next time. I promise!"
Beren spat. He was contemplating killing her but shoved the notion aside. He still needed her. She had her uses. "You will." He said giving her a modicum of encouragement. "And Norio?" He turned to the elf. The shade shrugged.
"Locate him now. I need him. We'll be paying a visit to some unfortunate souls soon. Once that is done, I'll find my sister." Beren recalled his younger father's memories. "Ela..." He said, his licking his lips lightly.
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Arandil woke up hours later. They were still in the air and he found out from Bastian that Thoruk and his father had chosen to stay behind for some reason, which Bastian commented on as 'suicidal'. He also learned that they had landed and buried the dead man while also surveying their current supplies which were next to nothing, along with bandaging up Ostopher in an attempt to keep him alive for as long as possible. They now flew towards the west in hopes of finding the other soldiers who had been separated during the chaos. It seemed his plans of returning to Dina had been squashed by Ha'zi but the silver lining was that he'd finally return to Gondor should he continue with them. He'd be able to deliver that letter to his parents...and see Farangar.
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The winds blew recklessly across the snowy mountains.
"What do we do?"
"Should we leave him?"
"What about Lord Maglor? Someone should inform him!"
Alarmed voices spoke in Sindarin as five elves surrounded an indent in the snowy plateau above the high-pass.
"No. I know what to do. I know this one." A female unfurled her helmet revealing her face to the harsh elements.
"Who is it, Karstir?" Her companion asked.
"A foe of ours." She said.
"Should we leave him? He'll likely perish soon without aid." Another elf stated.
"No. Glorfindel will want to see him. Bring a sleigh to carry him to Imladris."
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Dimitri awoke to the sound of flapping wings as a giant eagle-squid appeared and crashed down ahead of his horse in the forest. Was that Ha'zi?
He was too fatigued to tell and shortly slipped into sleep once more.
Hours later he awoke with the rest of their men. He had been left to sleep against a tree, a ranger's cloak over Dimitri. The older man who they called Kurio seemed to be organizing their motley band. Soon Dimitri came to his senses and found his companions and became aware of the full situation of events that occurred from Teli's end to Thoruk abandoning them.
Ha'zi had managed to save quite a number of people and surprisingly they only lost a handful of men and the commander had survived against all odds, though his condition was troublesome. It was likely he wouldn't make it to the next dawn. The soldiers re-organized what meager supplies they still had and forged onwards leaving that dreadful forest at a double-march pace. Much to Dimitri's surprise the commander did, in fact, survive the next dawn but passed away before the week was over. They buried his body beside the Old Forest road.
With Ha'zi's aid and relentless resolve to return to Gondor, they managed to reach the Anduin after a week and moved across it then south through Rohan. Over the course of their journey, each of them had enough time to reflect on the events that had occurred and how it affected their goals.
Ha'zi had to come to terms with the fact he would likely have to fight against his previous lover as well as his apparent future son. Daugo was realizing how powerless he was in such situations where he was surrounded by so many friendlies. His Behemoth was consistently under-utilized but that was an unfortunate obstacle that could not be ignored unless he intended to cause friendly-casualties. And with Ostopher's passing, it left him in command of their host at least officially. In reality, most of the soldiers trusted and followed the elder Kurio's orders.
Nevertheless, Daugo took on a leadership role in planning for what exactly they would do upon reaching Minas Tirith. The negotiations weren't necessarily a failure because they had not even taken place but the entire mission itself was a catastrophe. Belzagar would not be pleased to find his aide-de-camp deceased as well as the idea of not only the prototypes as enemies but some grotesque otherworldly creatures, Glorfindel and Ha'zi's future son seeking all their heads. Formulating a logical and reliable story around this would be difficult since fabricating one wouldn't do with all the witnesses there. In the end, Daugo submitted to telling the truth but focusing on the important issue which was the supernatural entities they had encountered in Mirkwood rather than the prototypes and the minor threat they posed in comparison to that of Beren. Still...the prototypes were a threat.
Dimitri had enough time to become closer to both his comrades over the journey south. He also watched over the girl, Tamara, who was protected by members of the tenth squad, specifically one large man like himself though a bit wider called Keratos. Some knight from Gondor. Not a threat to Dimitri per say but rather overprotective of the girl. In a way this was good. It gave Dimitri time to contemplate his own life and the loss of Teli and not have to worry about the girl too much but consequentially he would still have to keep a close eye over her since he could not get close enough without alerting those Gondorians to his true intentions even if those intentions were aligned with theirs.
Tamara noticed that strange man watching her. Though, she could not care as much. Kurio after much discussion with Daugo, came to the decision that her giant power should be utilized. However, they would not activate that power here. Only when they came to Gondor would they attempt to do so. Keratos had told her that much. Which both frightened and excited her. He told her she would be able to become a giant like the others but only later. For now, he trained her, and seriously so, in combat techniques. ranging from wielding a knife to a short sword to throwing punches, and taking down larger opponents. Much to everyone's shock, Tamara brought down Keratos on her first try without much technique. Soon they all began to realize there was more to this girl than meets the eye. She was also surpassing even Bastian who was their fastest scout in sprinting, and furthermore, she managed to lift a crate of fish onto Ha'zi's Mumakil form (which they used as a transport vehicle for the new supplies they picked up from Anduin fishermen).
Galador stuck by Daugo's side, advising him on military marching formations and such. Soon the Hobbit knew the ins and outs around Numenorean tactics from organizing scouting patrols to utilizing cavalry maneuvers. They ran into some trouble down in Rohan by a certain marshal of the march but were able to quickly pass through using Ha'zi's telepathic influence. Kurio came to suggest that Ha'zi use such an ability in order to direct their scouts and pick up trails of information from surrounding locations in order to avoid civilian populations and potential enemies on their way south. This came in handy upon reaching Anorien where they avoided a Druedain hunting clan which nearly stumbled into their path. That would've been a nasty interaction should it have occurred.
Shin, Mateus and Furdin had their share of laughs watching Keratos have his ass handed to himself by a little girl. Until said little girl managed to beat all three single-handedly with the exception of Shin who, of course, cheated and nearly killed her with a crossbow bolt. He was reprimanded by Kurio and humiliated which made him resent her slightly but she came to apologize later for beating him so easily. Nonetheless, the camaraderie between the four rangers and the young Tamara improved and slowly she became a non-official member of the tenth ranger squadron. Her smile and optimism something that had been long missing from their crew.
It was over two months later that they finally reached the outskirts of the Pellenor. And there they were stunned by the magnitude of changes that had occurred since they had left.
The golden fields brimmed brightly in the summer sunshine, the walls to the Rammas Echor appeared reinforced by a strange pure white substance...biomass. And in the distance, a number of fortifications became apparent. The gates to the Rammas Echor had been rebuilt anew, the townships had a number of walls and a castle had been built near the center town which would be used as the centerpiece for the festival. Speaking of the festival, great stalls spread across the townships and already the Pellenor was crowded and lively with peoples.
Daugo could see peoples of all kinds from hobbits to elves and even dwarves wandering about. A melting pot of races amidst a multitude of ethnicities from each, especially men, with those of dark skin like Ha'zi selling incense and carpets to those with features like that of Margoz. The Children of Illuvatar were amassing.
There was something beautiful about that. Ironically it reminded him of the slave ship where all those people had been forced into servitude only to work together in sync to survive. Daugo remembered his friends from Radaa who protected Cardiloc to Lesier and even Grimnir...he was mostly saddened by the memory of Andreth and what he had done to the remaining survivors like Freida and Celeste. He also remembered Marco and Margoz. Sam and Silesia. What had ever happened to them? Would he ever see them again? Only fate would tell.
They continued forth and entered the Pellenor through the newly constructed north-gate of the Rammas Echor. In passing the townships they saw other interesting sights. The number of stationed soldiers had nearly quadrupled. Was this Belzagar's doing? But no...these were not ordinary garrison forces but rather men-at-arms from other regions. Dimitri spotted the swan of Dol Amroth on a knight's crest as he passed them, giving the Dwarf Shifter a curious glance. Banners of the black root vale adorned one of the outlying barracks and in the distance, there were a number of elves practicing archery; the emblem of Ithilien embossed on their capes. Kurio led them towards the capital but were halted by a number of guards. No-not guards. Rangers.
"It's been a while." One of them dismounted from a horse and parted his hood back to reveal it to be no other than Vardamir! And beside him was Helvion, Arcturus, Rambo and many others.
"Where's Ostopher?" The captain asked then followed this with, "Nevermind. Come. The King has been expecting your return. You can explain everything in his presence." And without another word, their brief reunion was put on hold as they were led up the grueling levels of Minas Tirith and to the citadel. There they were ushered into the war council room and met the King. He had not changed at all. He beckoned them forth and each recounted their tales to him.
The King looked grave at the news presented. "This changes nothing." He said at the end. "We continue with our efforts." Then looked to the right of the council room to where a number of decorated military officials, lords and princes sat. "Is that not correct, Sigeric?" Aragorn addressed the man informally.
There they all saw, the Guardian Shifter, sitting in place with a number of emblems across his rich silver tunic, a light grey cape over his back displaying the sigil of House Redhaven with the White Tree of Gondor set in the foreground. It was his turn to speak.
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The sky was pale blue over the grassy green plains of Gorgoroth. A short tawny-haired man sat, staring up into the sky as if searching for an answer. He wiped his left eye clear of a single tear and sighed.
"What is bothering you, brother?" A voice sounded behind him. Morgoth had appeared almost indiscriminately.
"Oh nothing." The Trickster lied, "I was just remembering Nieliqui." He smiled wanly at Melkor.
"Do not cry. Soon you won't need to remember her. You'll be with her." Morgoth strolled to his side and sat beside him. "We're almost there. You understand what we have to do...right, Orome?"
The Trickster kept staring into the blue sky. His face was a mask. Whatever he was thinking, Melkor could not discern.
"Brother?"
"Eons ago...something happened that made me believe none of this could be salvaged. That there was no hope in Ea. Our father...Eru created us and forced us into doing his bidding. He created you for the sole purpose of corruption...and he created me for the same purpose. As so with Manwe too. He allowed for this corruption to affect us, not merely allowing it but causing it. He sought this. This world we have come to know. And then he abandoned us. Left us to our fate. To destroy one another until nothing is left whilst he sought other creations that were far more favorable than us. He created us to suffer. As so for all of us. Our father...is a narcissistic mass-murderer. He wrote this story for his own entertainment. Our suffering, our losses, it was all his game."
Melkor's eyes scanned Orome's features curiously. "And how does that make you feel, Orome?"
"He gave us life. So, by all means, he was justified in taking it from us. That much is certain..." Orome looked at the grass idly.
"Oh," Melkor said mildy disappointed, "So you justify his actions?"
"No..." Orome said softly. Melkor's eyes returned to him, widening. "The old fool was mistaken. And he's the one who made me. I'm just another one of his mistakes."
"If we had not been created there would be no suffering. None of the Children of Illuvatar, none of the Ainur, none of us, would ever have had to perish and wail. There would be no death. No pain. Not being created is the greatest salvation of all," Orome's eyes flickered and stared into Melkor's, "I'll do it. I'll put an end to the suffering of all his creations. We must proceed with our plan. Until the day comes where we can rebuild this world without the agonies of Illuvatar, we'll continue to survive. Isn't that right?" Orome asked, raising his hand to Morgoth.
"Brother?"
Melkor's eyes softened. He took Orome's hand and clutched it tightly. "Yes. That's right. Let's do it." And for the first time in millennia, the Dark Lord smiled.
"Then let us save everyone." Orome remarked.
"Yes. We'll save them all." Melkor stood. "Soon. We'll obtain the key. Sauron should be ready. When the time comes...we'll unleash our weapon." Melkor looked to the east where two great dragons flew through the skies. "He'll be able to do it. I know Iver can. After all he learned from the best." Orome commented.
"I trust you, Orome." Melkor said. "Come. Let us prepare for the Dagor Dagorath."
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The older man made a signal, pointing at his ear and mouthing something. 'Can't hear you,' But he helped Dimitri up nonetheless and guided him to his horse and placed him upon it then followed suit and they galloped after the remainder of their contingent. Dimitri could barely complain as his eyes slowly began to shut, his body drifting into sleep.
Keratos eyed Shin annoyingly but nodded and they kept riding into the west, far far away from that dreadful place and deeper into the darkness of Mirkwood.
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"I'm alright," Bastian murmured, his heart beating frantically, "The Commander?" Before Arandil could give an answer he was knocked out by a tentacle.
The two dwarves were thrown off into the abyss below as the eagle-squid continued its flight over Mirkwood and down south. The Gondorians aboard were all too tired and shocked to even question what had just occurred. They surrounded the dead man and the Commander.
"He's gone," One said pulling the man who was shot by the shade away. "And him..." They checked Ostopher's body. His lower jaw was missing its skin and a portion of his lip was missing. He had lost a lot of blood but after Bastian ripped his cloak off and bandaged it to the Commander's face he seemed to bleed a lot less.
"He's alive but not for long if we don't land and bandage it properly." One man said. Slowly it became evident their hearing had returned. Yet Ha'zi could nonetheless hear their thoughts.
Many were traumatized by the experience but they were hardened and given new motivation. They sought the destruction of these powerful enemies even at the expense of their lives. Many of these men had families, wives, mothers, fathers, children, brothers, and sisters to return to. And they would gladly give their hearts so that their loved ones could live undisturbed from the likes of Beren and the prototypes...
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Thrak screamed as he fell through the skies after his son. Both of them descending down towards the dark forests below. If Thoruk failed to act they would both perish there and then.
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"I'm sorry, Master." Aranel said as she ripped herself out of her giant. "I did not expect such resistance from them. I'll do better next time. I promise!"
Beren spat. He was contemplating killing her but shoved the notion aside. He still needed her. She had her uses. "You will." He said giving her a modicum of encouragement. "And Norio?" He turned to the elf. The shade shrugged.
"Locate him now. I need him. We'll be paying a visit to some unfortunate souls soon. Once that is done, I'll find my sister." Beren recalled his younger father's memories. "Ela..." He said, his licking his lips lightly.
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Arandil woke up hours later. They were still in the air and he found out from Bastian that Thoruk and his father had chosen to stay behind for some reason, which Bastian commented on as 'suicidal'. He also learned that they had landed and buried the dead man while also surveying their current supplies which were next to nothing, along with bandaging up Ostopher in an attempt to keep him alive for as long as possible. They now flew towards the west in hopes of finding the other soldiers who had been separated during the chaos. It seemed his plans of returning to Dina had been squashed by Ha'zi but the silver lining was that he'd finally return to Gondor should he continue with them. He'd be able to deliver that letter to his parents...and see Farangar.
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The winds blew recklessly across the snowy mountains.
"What do we do?"
"Should we leave him?"
"What about Lord Maglor? Someone should inform him!"
Alarmed voices spoke in Sindarin as five elves surrounded an indent in the snowy plateau above the high-pass.
"No. I know what to do. I know this one." A female unfurled her helmet revealing her face to the harsh elements.
"Who is it, Karstir?" Her companion asked.
"A foe of ours." She said.
"Should we leave him? He'll likely perish soon without aid." Another elf stated.
"No. Glorfindel will want to see him. Bring a sleigh to carry him to Imladris."
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Dimitri awoke to the sound of flapping wings as a giant eagle-squid appeared and crashed down ahead of his horse in the forest. Was that Ha'zi?
He was too fatigued to tell and shortly slipped into sleep once more.
Hours later he awoke with the rest of their men. He had been left to sleep against a tree, a ranger's cloak over Dimitri. The older man who they called Kurio seemed to be organizing their motley band. Soon Dimitri came to his senses and found his companions and became aware of the full situation of events that occurred from Teli's end to Thoruk abandoning them.
Ha'zi had managed to save quite a number of people and surprisingly they only lost a handful of men and the commander had survived against all odds, though his condition was troublesome. It was likely he wouldn't make it to the next dawn. The soldiers re-organized what meager supplies they still had and forged onwards leaving that dreadful forest at a double-march pace. Much to Dimitri's surprise the commander did, in fact, survive the next dawn but passed away before the week was over. They buried his body beside the Old Forest road.
With Ha'zi's aid and relentless resolve to return to Gondor, they managed to reach the Anduin after a week and moved across it then south through Rohan. Over the course of their journey, each of them had enough time to reflect on the events that had occurred and how it affected their goals.
Ha'zi had to come to terms with the fact he would likely have to fight against his previous lover as well as his apparent future son. Daugo was realizing how powerless he was in such situations where he was surrounded by so many friendlies. His Behemoth was consistently under-utilized but that was an unfortunate obstacle that could not be ignored unless he intended to cause friendly-casualties. And with Ostopher's passing, it left him in command of their host at least officially. In reality, most of the soldiers trusted and followed the elder Kurio's orders.
Nevertheless, Daugo took on a leadership role in planning for what exactly they would do upon reaching Minas Tirith. The negotiations weren't necessarily a failure because they had not even taken place but the entire mission itself was a catastrophe. Belzagar would not be pleased to find his aide-de-camp deceased as well as the idea of not only the prototypes as enemies but some grotesque otherworldly creatures, Glorfindel and Ha'zi's future son seeking all their heads. Formulating a logical and reliable story around this would be difficult since fabricating one wouldn't do with all the witnesses there. In the end, Daugo submitted to telling the truth but focusing on the important issue which was the supernatural entities they had encountered in Mirkwood rather than the prototypes and the minor threat they posed in comparison to that of Beren. Still...the prototypes were a threat.
Dimitri had enough time to become closer to both his comrades over the journey south. He also watched over the girl, Tamara, who was protected by members of the tenth squad, specifically one large man like himself though a bit wider called Keratos. Some knight from Gondor. Not a threat to Dimitri per say but rather overprotective of the girl. In a way this was good. It gave Dimitri time to contemplate his own life and the loss of Teli and not have to worry about the girl too much but consequentially he would still have to keep a close eye over her since he could not get close enough without alerting those Gondorians to his true intentions even if those intentions were aligned with theirs.
Tamara noticed that strange man watching her. Though, she could not care as much. Kurio after much discussion with Daugo, came to the decision that her giant power should be utilized. However, they would not activate that power here. Only when they came to Gondor would they attempt to do so. Keratos had told her that much. Which both frightened and excited her. He told her she would be able to become a giant like the others but only later. For now, he trained her, and seriously so, in combat techniques. ranging from wielding a knife to a short sword to throwing punches, and taking down larger opponents. Much to everyone's shock, Tamara brought down Keratos on her first try without much technique. Soon they all began to realize there was more to this girl than meets the eye. She was also surpassing even Bastian who was their fastest scout in sprinting, and furthermore, she managed to lift a crate of fish onto Ha'zi's Mumakil form (which they used as a transport vehicle for the new supplies they picked up from Anduin fishermen).
Galador stuck by Daugo's side, advising him on military marching formations and such. Soon the Hobbit knew the ins and outs around Numenorean tactics from organizing scouting patrols to utilizing cavalry maneuvers. They ran into some trouble down in Rohan by a certain marshal of the march but were able to quickly pass through using Ha'zi's telepathic influence. Kurio came to suggest that Ha'zi use such an ability in order to direct their scouts and pick up trails of information from surrounding locations in order to avoid civilian populations and potential enemies on their way south. This came in handy upon reaching Anorien where they avoided a Druedain hunting clan which nearly stumbled into their path. That would've been a nasty interaction should it have occurred.
Shin, Mateus and Furdin had their share of laughs watching Keratos have his ass handed to himself by a little girl. Until said little girl managed to beat all three single-handedly with the exception of Shin who, of course, cheated and nearly killed her with a crossbow bolt. He was reprimanded by Kurio and humiliated which made him resent her slightly but she came to apologize later for beating him so easily. Nonetheless, the camaraderie between the four rangers and the young Tamara improved and slowly she became a non-official member of the tenth ranger squadron. Her smile and optimism something that had been long missing from their crew.
It was over two months later that they finally reached the outskirts of the Pellenor. And there they were stunned by the magnitude of changes that had occurred since they had left.
The golden fields brimmed brightly in the summer sunshine, the walls to the Rammas Echor appeared reinforced by a strange pure white substance...biomass. And in the distance, a number of fortifications became apparent. The gates to the Rammas Echor had been rebuilt anew, the townships had a number of walls and a castle had been built near the center town which would be used as the centerpiece for the festival. Speaking of the festival, great stalls spread across the townships and already the Pellenor was crowded and lively with peoples.
Daugo could see peoples of all kinds from hobbits to elves and even dwarves wandering about. A melting pot of races amidst a multitude of ethnicities from each, especially men, with those of dark skin like Ha'zi selling incense and carpets to those with features like that of Margoz. The Children of Illuvatar were amassing.
There was something beautiful about that. Ironically it reminded him of the slave ship where all those people had been forced into servitude only to work together in sync to survive. Daugo remembered his friends from Radaa who protected Cardiloc to Lesier and even Grimnir...he was mostly saddened by the memory of Andreth and what he had done to the remaining survivors like Freida and Celeste. He also remembered Marco and Margoz. Sam and Silesia. What had ever happened to them? Would he ever see them again? Only fate would tell.
They continued forth and entered the Pellenor through the newly constructed north-gate of the Rammas Echor. In passing the townships they saw other interesting sights. The number of stationed soldiers had nearly quadrupled. Was this Belzagar's doing? But no...these were not ordinary garrison forces but rather men-at-arms from other regions. Dimitri spotted the swan of Dol Amroth on a knight's crest as he passed them, giving the Dwarf Shifter a curious glance. Banners of the black root vale adorned one of the outlying barracks and in the distance, there were a number of elves practicing archery; the emblem of Ithilien embossed on their capes. Kurio led them towards the capital but were halted by a number of guards. No-not guards. Rangers.
"It's been a while." One of them dismounted from a horse and parted his hood back to reveal it to be no other than Vardamir! And beside him was Helvion, Arcturus, Rambo and many others.
"Where's Ostopher?" The captain asked then followed this with, "Nevermind. Come. The King has been expecting your return. You can explain everything in his presence." And without another word, their brief reunion was put on hold as they were led up the grueling levels of Minas Tirith and to the citadel. There they were ushered into the war council room and met the King. He had not changed at all. He beckoned them forth and each recounted their tales to him.
The King looked grave at the news presented. "This changes nothing." He said at the end. "We continue with our efforts." Then looked to the right of the council room to where a number of decorated military officials, lords and princes sat. "Is that not correct, Sigeric?" Aragorn addressed the man informally.
There they all saw, the Guardian Shifter, sitting in place with a number of emblems across his rich silver tunic, a light grey cape over his back displaying the sigil of House Redhaven with the White Tree of Gondor set in the foreground. It was his turn to speak.
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The sky was pale blue over the grassy green plains of Gorgoroth. A short tawny-haired man sat, staring up into the sky as if searching for an answer. He wiped his left eye clear of a single tear and sighed.
"What is bothering you, brother?" A voice sounded behind him. Morgoth had appeared almost indiscriminately.
"Oh nothing." The Trickster lied, "I was just remembering Nieliqui." He smiled wanly at Melkor.
"Do not cry. Soon you won't need to remember her. You'll be with her." Morgoth strolled to his side and sat beside him. "We're almost there. You understand what we have to do...right, Orome?"
The Trickster kept staring into the blue sky. His face was a mask. Whatever he was thinking, Melkor could not discern.
"Brother?"
"Eons ago...something happened that made me believe none of this could be salvaged. That there was no hope in Ea. Our father...Eru created us and forced us into doing his bidding. He created you for the sole purpose of corruption...and he created me for the same purpose. As so with Manwe too. He allowed for this corruption to affect us, not merely allowing it but causing it. He sought this. This world we have come to know. And then he abandoned us. Left us to our fate. To destroy one another until nothing is left whilst he sought other creations that were far more favorable than us. He created us to suffer. As so for all of us. Our father...is a narcissistic mass-murderer. He wrote this story for his own entertainment. Our suffering, our losses, it was all his game."
Melkor's eyes scanned Orome's features curiously. "And how does that make you feel, Orome?"
"He gave us life. So, by all means, he was justified in taking it from us. That much is certain..." Orome looked at the grass idly.
"Oh," Melkor said mildy disappointed, "So you justify his actions?"
"No..." Orome said softly. Melkor's eyes returned to him, widening. "The old fool was mistaken. And he's the one who made me. I'm just another one of his mistakes."
"If we had not been created there would be no suffering. None of the Children of Illuvatar, none of the Ainur, none of us, would ever have had to perish and wail. There would be no death. No pain. Not being created is the greatest salvation of all," Orome's eyes flickered and stared into Melkor's, "I'll do it. I'll put an end to the suffering of all his creations. We must proceed with our plan. Until the day comes where we can rebuild this world without the agonies of Illuvatar, we'll continue to survive. Isn't that right?" Orome asked, raising his hand to Morgoth.
"Brother?"
Melkor's eyes softened. He took Orome's hand and clutched it tightly. "Yes. That's right. Let's do it." And for the first time in millennia, the Dark Lord smiled.
"Then let us save everyone." Orome remarked.
"Yes. We'll save them all." Melkor stood. "Soon. We'll obtain the key. Sauron should be ready. When the time comes...we'll unleash our weapon." Melkor looked to the east where two great dragons flew through the skies. "He'll be able to do it. I know Iver can. After all he learned from the best." Orome commented.
"I trust you, Orome." Melkor said. "Come. Let us prepare for the Dagor Dagorath."
“Alright... fine. Now I can’t be seen in that village, there’s too much bad blood between the Karoltai and Proto-giants. So I’ll be in the skies performing recon while you gather information below about Berethor and Endo, and just to be clear you escaped from the prisons of Minas Tirith but lost Mirecy on the way, once your done meet me back on the outskirts, Do you have a remote location near the village, just fixate on it in your mind in a second.” Cardiloc informed Endo, “Now let me get ready, and grab some supplies.” He ushered Endo out of the room before putting some clothes on. He grabbed a spear from his dresser and a bow with a quiver of arrows sliding both onto his back. Plus a small iron short sword he attached to his belt by its scabbard. He appeared out of his room and once Endo arrived, placed his hand on the mans shoulder attempting to see this remote location he had asked him to describe through Endo’s own memories.
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Sigeric would nod, the man had changed in both his physical appearance and in his mentality. He had a lot of time to adjust to the high lifestyle and had plenty of time practicing and using his powers during preparations for the festival “Nothing changes indeed, in fact I prepared for such a negative outcome. It’s a shame Thoruk and even Iver can not join us but it is good that you are here.” Sigeric would say “With the absence of our two companions our roles will only be more difficult, but that matters not for we’ll be ready.” He said confidently contacting Ha’zi mentally ”I’ll need your aid most of all, it is good to see you again.”