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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri followed the group, making sure he was with his apprentice, Brego. He had to speak to Tamara, kept reminding himself of that. Fuck it, why not now? "Tamara, I'd like to speak to you about someone you knew once. In private." Dimitri said to the girl.
 
"Ay- exactly right. You've got some creativity, Halos," Ha'zi congratulated her, while inwardly facepalming at the lackluster reaction of his other pupil. He would've tried a few more activities to get Alvador to be a bit more interactive, but unfortunately the session came to a close.

"Alright, good job today, guys. You can follow me if you want in case you got any questions or the like; either way, I'll be leaving now. Class dismissed." He waved to the two, then embarked his horse and joined the others, nervous about the imminent events.
 
Tamara would turn her head as someone mentioned her name before they rode off and she looked into the eyes of Dimitri. "Eh, I... sure." she'd say giving a slight look towards the others. "What could he tell me? Where this sister of him is maybe? I would love to meet her!" she'd think, a bit happy to find out who this man was and what he ment with his last words.
 
After going away from earshot with Tamara, Dimitri began, "First, I would like to congratulate you on your performance at the camp. Very impressive job. You fought better than most there." This was awkward for him. Real awkward. Probably should've thought ahead of time. "Do you remember the man that was always with me back in Mirkwood? The one that said, 'Never give up, even when the foe is before you'?"
 
"T-thank you Sir Dimitri!" she'd say, slightly blushing that a mountain of a man like he would say she fought well before he dropped another sentence. "The one that said, 'Never give up, even when the foe is before you'?"

"Y-yes but - so.. you- I got this message and so did you?" she'd ask him.

"W-Who was he? And- and, why was he here, from where did you guys come and, where is this sister he spoke off- and..." she'd have so many questions, realising she was asking too much for the moment.

"I-I'm sorry" she'd mumble. "J-just tell me what you know, if you please." she'd add in a more calmer manner.
 
"Please, I am no lord. Just call me Dimitri." he said. Her eagerness was amusing. Dimitri smiled slightly, and began to answer a barrage of question. "His name was Telimekhtar, son of Tulkas the Valar. He was the greatest warrior to grace the face of Middle-Earth since the First Age. He kidnapped me and took me to Valianor to gain revenge against his father's murderer, but we both aided enough other and became brothers. We fought and bleed alongside each other, broke bread with each other. . As for his sister..." he said, trailing off. Here comes the fun part.
"You, Tamara, are his sister. You are a daughter of Tulkas. This would explain how you were able to resist the touch of Beren, and how you developed to become the mighty warrior that you are. He said something else before he was... sent away. He entrusted the safety of you to me." He finished and waited, seeking to give Tamara some time.
 
"Oh-o okey Dimitri!" she'd say, a smile appearing on her face before it slowly drifted away into confusion before it hit her as he told her she was the sister of this... warrior?

"Eh-I- you missunderstood his thoughts I think Mr-... Dimitri." she'd say in confusion.

I grew up in minas tirith, I never knew my parents and I had to fight for my life as long as I can remember and I can assure you, I had no one, not even a father and especially no brother, although I realy wished I had had someone..." she'd tell him. "Maybe I would've had an easier life than first beeing a thief and now some giant-shifter that needs to do all the fighting... this is not what I would've liked at all..." she'd think, her face seemingly mirroring her thoughts as she looked quite sad.

"As of his these other things... Tulkas? Valar? I-I am a bit confused, I pardon my dumb attitude but I never had the chance of reading books or talking to other people about anything just a few months ago..." she'd say, slightly turning her hair out of her face,yet it revealed her black eye next to the blue one and she didn't realy like that cause people allways called her 'witch' because of this...

"W-well, is this a lord of rohan or maybe even from the elves? Tulkas... he sounds like he was a great fighter, was he?" she' ask full of curiosity, already restraining the thought that Dimitri seemed to realy think she was the sister of someone she had never met before, who was nothing like her. Strong, full of honor and a real warrior....
 
This will be a long conversation. "With all due respect, after being stuck with his stubborn ass for a year, I know a thing or two about him. Your story, while certainly tragic, would fit the frame well. Teli's father wasn't around much either. He had only himself, really. But think about it: you and me both were the only ones that were untouched by Beren. You and me both were the only ones to hear his voice. You might have seen how he fought, how quick and skilled he was. You fight just like him." he said. This much he knew could not be denied.
"Think of the Valar as incredibly powerful beings that could wipe out an army with a thought or raise mountains with a flick of their wrist. They made all that exists, from the smallest pebble to the greatest tree. And your father Tulkas was a great fighter, a mighty one indeed. He had the strength of a million men, the speed of the howling wind, the skill of a master warrior. With one punch he could level a mountain and with a kick, he could shatter a wall of steel fifty men thick." he continued. The legends he was told of Tulkas drifted back to him, cold nights spent around a fire listening to his father tell him of the deeds of the Valar.
"He was no Rohhirim, nor an Elf. He was not a man or orc or dwarf or anything. He was more than us all. He was Tulkas the Joyful Storm, son of the Creator of All and the greatest foe of our mortal enemies." Dimitri said. He felt sorrow swell up in his heart as he remembered the feeling of his master falling, and cold pain in his chest as Teli disappeared.
"Tamara, you may not believe me, but you may be one of the mightiest warriors to walk the earth. Few could beat master warriors like Shin and Furdin at such a young age. And you remember how you resisted Beren while others like Ha'zi and Daugo didn't. You are more than mortal. You are the daughter of a god. And by the ancestors of my kin, I swear that I'd sooner die than see you slain."

'For Tulkas.'
 
Once the pair had completed their talk, they were led to their horses by Helvion and Gondor's Giants, as well as the new inheritors, rode back to the Pelennor field.

After finding lodging in the first level barracks they had dinner together and slept. Each of them but Ha'zi had a good night's sleep. The Haradrim, unfortunately, experienced a few nightmares about a particular red-head from the future. The next morning they were gathered and led out of the capital and into the townships of the Pelennor where a massive undertaking was underway. Thousands, no tens of thousands of people had gathered within the Rammas Echor. From dwarves to elves, Haradrim to Forochelrim, Easterlings to Phukel-men, it was the widest gathering in the history of Middle-Earth. Dozens of caravans, carts, lodges, cabins, newly erected inns, merchant vans, marketplaces and you name it had been set up almost overnight. Dark-skinned dancers lured men into the loud bazaars where incense choked the thick air, the summer heat adding to the humidity; whores bustled about passing and waving at Dimitri and one even snuck a wink at Daugo; gallant knights from across the Reunited Kingdom from as far as Arthedain and as south as Umbar straddled great steeds upon the streets, practicing their tourney jousting with one another in established fields; tents containing large beasts from those with marvelous claws to others as large as the buildings on the first level, Ha'zi even spotted a baby mumakil amongst the circus and it brought good memories to mind, snuffing away the dreams of his troublesome son; and so on and so forth. The Pelennor field bloomed with life and joy and excitement.

A large stage had been set up in the centerpiece township known as Armen, a shortened moniker after the capital of Numenor. It was here a number of large stands and seating places had been gathered. Here where the world would learn of the truth...

"You'll be sitting over there and behind you will be the inheritors. Front row seats to the display as befits men and women of your status." Vardamir told them all with a smile. They had come a long way from their training days on Cair Andros. "I shall be up there surveying the scene as a tertiary commander. I get to reveal our new weapons." He glanced at Sigeric briefly before continuing, "Hopefully they'll be no need for them or I. You lot enjoy yourselves but not too much. Arcturus will come back for you before nightfall. That's when it begins. This is good bye, for now, my brave giants." Vardamir saluted them and departed with Helvion following suit.

The Karoltai spent the day more or less together, surveying the festival, entering the carnivals, the bazaars, the circus', and eating a variety of foods that would no doubt do their stomachs no good the following day. Each respective giant took along their apprentices with the exception of Sigeric and Tamara who mostly stuck together. Dimitri had to deal with Brego who managed to get lost, where in fact he was merely visiting a miniature Dalish brothel called the Arrow Hall which had somehow managed to set-up a secondary business in Armen. Taura, on the other hand, was well-behaved and followed Daugo through everything allowing him to lead the way. She was less so interested in the festival as she was with the Hobbit. Alvador continuously pestered Ha'zi with questions relating to the Elemental until the Haradrim had just about told him everything about Thoruk down to predicting the number of hairs on his dwarven ass. Halos, much the opposite, spoke little, at least verbally, but her mental comments were enough to make Ha'zi snicker here and there. She was quite the intelligent woman, although, she kept herself humble.

Soon they all regathered, Dimitri coming in last with Brego after dragging the foolish Eorling out of the Arrow Hall for the third time that day. "Took you long enough," Arcturus sighed and led them to their seats. It was there that they passed hundreds of different people, but not just any folk, but important peoples from lords and ladies of Gondor to Dwarven chiefs, pirate kings, Eorling royalty, a Dalish prince, the Loke-Khan of Rhun dressed like a golden dragon emperor, Elvish Princes' and a Hobbit couple that made Daugo look tall. "This way," Arcturus shoved his way in to the front and found them their seats. "Alright, Sigeric follow me, the rest of you stay here until I come to get you." He said and walked off. As they began to settle into their seats, Ha'zi heard a familiar voice.

"Uncle Ha'zi!" Ela pushed her way through the legs of two tall and rather pompous looking elves. "Nhaaa!" She leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. She was nearly twice as tall as before and well-dressed. Behind her, an old lady's voice crackled above the chorus of the crowd and the tunes of flutes, "Ela, dear, don't get lost!" Daugo remembered Lady Eldrith. It brought back a slew of memories but also guilt. Marco was not there. A pang of sadness came to the Hobbit's heart.

"Who's she?" Brego asked, pretending to be mildly irritated.
'Uncle' Halos thought. 'Never mentioned any siblings.'
"We should really sit down," Alvador complained, "My feet hurt."

"Ha'zi! There's fantastic news!" Ela looked up at him, "I need a minute to talk to you!!" She started to tug at his sleeve-shirt.

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"You know what to do, Lord Sigeric." Arcturus said, leaving him. A field had been left clear near the main stage. A number of soldiers kept civilians away and a few rangers monitored the rooftop. One gave the thumbs up signal to Sigeric. When the King began his speech on the giants, he would be given the notice to transform and from there he'd own the show.

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"I want security doubled. No one gets past you." Rambo remembered what General Belzagar had told him this morning before departing for the mountain outpost. He along with the entirety of the Citadel Guard had the sole purpose of guarding the top level against their enemies. Though he doubted they'd make it through the other defenses, he was nevertheless prepared.

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Arandil had cleared the last latrine and was walking out, exhausted as the sun began to set. Around him, the city was abuzz with life and torchlights decorated the streets. Was this the so-called festival? Wasn't it outside? Could he see it? He doubted his supervisor would allow him the luxury though...then he noticed the man was missing. He probably took off to see it. Perfect...

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As Thoruk's powers seeped into the earth he felt a disturbance in the earth behind him. Before he could react, something cut through the air.

SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK.

Thoruk's knees slipped forward, sliding off their caps. His arms fell from their sockets and blood spurted everywhere. He heard his father scream but the words were lost to the wind.

SHLICK.

As he tumbled forward, a limbless torso, he caught sight of a tall shadow wielding two short-blades. The back of his head was silver white. He stepped aside and Thoruk saw his father. He was standing still, staring right at him, a horrified look over his face.

"Thor-" The shadow's left hand moved vertically upwards in the direction of his father then stopped whilst pointing into the sky.

SHLICK.

The disgusting sound followed almost a second later as his father's body split into two parts. His left and right sides dislodging and sliding away from one another. Blood poured out in a pool between them. The shade turned around and looked at Thoruk and there he saw his father's killer.

Cardiloc saw the villagers slow down and stop. The tremors came to an end. Strange. Ahead of him, he noticed the two figures from before had now become three. Suddenly the gryphon's eyes zoomed in on the third. Was that...no...it couldn't be....

GLORFINDEL?!

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Sigeric would enjoy the day before him, taking great care to make Tamara feel welcome and help her adjust to her new found status. He told her of how they had all met and the journeyvrhey has, from the slavers ship, to Aldamos, and all the way to Mordor. Each terrible event and each good one was told, friends were lost but at least she understood the cost, what it sadly meant to be a giant. But he didn’t tell her that she would be an obvious target for the Proto Giants, however eventually it had come for the King to give his speech

Sigeric would bid farewell to the inheritors and other giants for the meanwhile and head over to his designated area, nodding and shaking hands with the guards in greeting, having them reposition themselves if needed. Sigeric would survey the scene, so many people, so many world leaders, he would look to the sky and sigh. It hoped that they didn’t come but he was on edge that Manwe and Morgoth would attack, he was already prepared for them and was more than ready for the Protos. He made sure to extend his telepathic powers out in search of anything suspicious occasionally
 
Cardiloc gawked, why was Glorfindel here? Had he travelled north to finish off more proto-giants? He flew in to get a better look at the elf, and the pair of figures.
 
''Maybe it is time to get some answers about my family, or perhaps I should relax and go and visit that festival everyone has been buzzing about.'' He headed off to the nearest inn or tavern to ask about the festival .Wanting to know where it was, what was going to happen, and when it would end. But his mind was also set on making it to that healing house his brother was kept in before departing for the festival.
 
"Go in there again and I'll beat you till you see the Lanterns." Dimitri growled, dragging the whelp to his seat. When they arrived at the festival, Dimitri was elated to see Forochelrim. He had spent much time with them, finally being able to speak his native tongue to real men. But then he got the news of how many of the tribes were gone, driven south or wiped out during the War of the Ring, and how all that remained of his people were a few thousand hiding along the foothills of the Ered Luin. Darkest of days for his people. This cast a foul mood over Dimitri, and it was only the intense whispering of the voices that kept him from shoving a knife into the gut of Brego.

While he waited for the council to begin, Dimitri thought about what could happen. Best case: nothing. Worst case: everything. Either way, blood was destined to be spilled because of this. Ever distrustful of lords, Dimitri just does his own thing and makes sure that dumbass kid Brego doesn't leave.
 
Ha'zi absorbed the festival with morbid delight, seeing the blinding, raucous event as one that could implode any minute, as if he was in a too-good-to-be-true illusion. And an illusion it may as well be, offering the carnal and merry while the armies of gods and thots were likely on their way. Any minute now…

The dreaded Festival, however, came to his rescue every so often, drowning these thoughts of apocalypse with light bursts of wonder, amusement, and longing, as the sights of so many of his kin and native attractions- such as the baby mumak- gave him comforting joy. He wished he had the chance to show all the paraphernalia from Harad to Card or even M- no, remember the vision… or even, yes, Ela. He didn't know if she still was as curious about… everything… as before, but he knew she would love the little animal, a thought that warmed him. Perhaps he'd find her here some time… though he inwardly hoped she wasn't for the risks at stake.

And then, there were his students. Sure, the nagging flurry spit firing from Alvador caused much fatigue, but he enjoyed their company throughout the day. Especially Halos's. While she may not have been talkative, she certainly provided a good piece of humor sporadically, provoking a smirk or near-chuckle. He didn't quite get why Sig informed him of the inheritor being a spaz- only at her introduction was she on edge. Now, he only saw her as solid and reserved, and tried to draw her out occasionally with light chit-chat, trying to get to know more of her mainly, along with Alvador. He treated the two to the various games and meals there, although he did give special care to steer them away from the more… sultry… areas, particularly after witnessing the trouble Dimitri dealt with Brego and his promiscuous antics. "You two better not attempt that crap," he warned, with greater intensity directed at Alvador. "If Thoruk and I fall in battle, neither of us want to be treated to having to witness memories of your "visits" here."

Aside from exploring festivities, Ha'zi made sure to remind them of the possibility of action breaking out, offering short, desensitized clips of disasters that could occur: Balrogs and drakes razing the countryside, the Leviathan detonating, Beren and his goons enslaving and attacking citizens and visitors alike, the Proto Giants bursting through the Great Gate , Iver appearing, Ha'zi meeting his infant children. Wouldn't hurt to keep them on their toes.

Later in time, once things were winding down, he gathered with the other Karoltai, bobbing his head in respect to the bunches of nobles they passed. He nodded to Sigeric as he departed, sending: "Be sure to alert me of anything." Finally, after having stood and walked for so long, Ha'zi went to collapse into his seat… until he was treated to a surprise. 

"ELA!" He said in glee, giving her a likewise deep hug, his sorrows and fears eclipsed. "Eru, how big you've gotten! What-what are you doing here? News?" Ha'zi asked, ignoring the murmurs of the inheritors.
 
Then Cardiloc saw it all...

Glorfindel stabbed Thoruk with the tips of both the blades and lifted him up with such force that the Dwarf was carried. Then he dropped him, grasping his head by the gruff of his hair before he hit the floor. It was as if the elf was playing with him. What was Glorfindel doing? Who was the sliced corpse? What was happening?!?

The shade raised the blade to Thoruk's throat. The Dwarf had so little time to react to any of it. First his father...now him...was this the end?

The elf had not spoken a word or uttered anything since arriving and it did not appear to now, not even offering the stereotypical, 'Any last words' phrase.

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"The King is to make a grand announcement!" Said the bar keep. "Can't miss it! Closing shop now in fact so we get 'ere in time before he starts!"

Arandil had a choice. Listen to what the King had to say or search for his brother in the Houses of Healing.

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Brego grimaced at Dimitri then placed his boots up on the seat ahead of them in a mock sign of rebelliousness.

"We don't have time! Hurry! Come on!!!" Ela tried to drag him away, pulling at his arm. The speech hadn't begun yet and Ha'zi saw that guests were still taking their seats. There was still some time to spare.

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While he did have some apprehension about ditching right before the big speech, seeing Ela again in such a cheerful mood encouraged him to dismiss it. Who could say no to that beaming, hyperactive face? Ha'zi couldn't, and so he let the girl take her away, curious as to what she had to show him.
 
As Sigeric waited for the speech to start he decided to look into the minds of his fellow shifters and inheritors, perhaps he could aid them if they were nervous or not. However he did send a message to his fellow giants "Remain vigilant, Ha'zi keep on the lookout also, if anyone spots anything that looks for a reason to be worried contact me."
 
Unfortunately for Sigeric his message did not send.

Yet he did not know this himself. He was still reading thoughts and minds but the sheer amount of people in his radius was clogging his head. He needed to filter them out or shut it down altogether otherwise he'd miss anything important. Since he was trying to scan through thousands of different thoughts at once it became extremely daunting and he could feel himself straining the limits of his telepathic abilities.

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"This way!! You need to seeeeee!!!" She dragged Ha'zi away, skipping and hopping, brimming with excitement. Soon they had passed from the stairs and bleachers and she took him behind the stage. "We're almost there!" She led him down a staircase into the rear of the large building that lay behind the central stage and pushed open a door, with slight difficulty before shutting it behind Ha'zi.

They were inside some sort of cellar, perhaps she was taking him to see a particular vintage but that did not make sense. Or maybe this was a faster route to what he expected her to be excited about...the baby mumakil. Maybe she was trying to throw him off. Yes. Ela was ever the clever girl unlike her older brother.

"I want you to meet someone." She pointed down the end of a hallway where a single torch hung on the wall. "Go on!" She shoved Ha'zi until he passed the threshold and saw her.

"Hello, Ha'zi."

She was sitting on a simple wooden chair, her crimson hair glimmering lightly under the torchlight. She wore dirty overalls and had tied her hair differently that before but it was unmistakably her even though she had changed quite a lot since they'd last seen each other. Scarlet blood dripped from her right index finger, forming a tiny pool near her feet.

"Thank you, Ela. You do not know how happy am I that you reunited us. Come, sit by me." She pat a short wine barrel beside her then glanced at her previous lover whilst raising the bloody finger towards another wooden chair in front of her.

"Please. Take a seat." Miriel said with a mixture of courtesy and command.

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Sigeric pinched his brow with his index finger and thumb, his head was beginning to throb and his senses were becoming overridden with all the thoughts, this was useless, if he was going to do it then he would of had to do it when he was in giant form. He focused on the connection with the inheritors and the giants once more going to send the message ”Remain vigilant, Ha’zi keep on the lookout also, if anyone spots anything that looks for a reason to be worried contact me.”
 
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