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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Good these days." The old man rocked back and forth in the chair. "Your mother is inside, she'll want to see you. You better have some good stories to tell." The old man huffed out a laugh.

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"A few." he replied. He places his bundles of weapons and armor under the porch in a small crate, onced filled with bottles from his father's alcoholic days, and leaned his warhammer on the side of the house. He slipped a small dagger into his pocket before entering the house. "Hello mother."
 
As Iver heard the eagle talking he felt relief. Thoruk and Marco tell him their story and maybe he will even join them in the battle against morgoth, but then he heard Thoruk and Vlad's offer sounded more tempting than before. "Ya sure let's shoot a tiny crossbow bolt at this giant angry intelligent bird that can knock us out of the sky in one hit and only hostile toward them because of racial stereotypes" he mumbled to himself as he picked the one option that he thought won't end with the eagle killing them all and landed.
On the ground he would try and write down with his claws "no kill, me no spy".
 
A chill went up Sigeric's spine when he realized that he had been surrounded. It appeared that the spiders were still here after twenty years. So much for "Greenwood the Great", as that brigand had called it. Sigeric quickly picked up a flaming branch from his campfire, and threw it into the tree line in which the majority of the eyes were clustered. He picked up another, and threw it in the other direction. He quickly mounted his horse, and prepared to flee further down the path.
 
There was a pause as Dimitri entered. An old woman hunched over at the sink basin, washing some ceramic plates with a metallic sponge. She turned to see who entered whilst speaking, "You really need to find an occupation, darling. You're getting older by the min-" she paused upon seeing Dimitri at the door and dropped the plate in the sink before running over to him with a stout waddle, "My boy! My little boy! Look at how strong you've become and how good looking." Dimitri should have been in his late forties-early fifties but was still in his prime thirties.

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As Iver swooped down and began to write the eagle followed yet maintained distance, fearing a trap of sorts.

"What madness is this trickery?" It asked aloud to Thoruk and Marco, flying above Iver in a circle.

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The sun had set now and as Grimnir went forth he heard his stomach grumble. It was cold out and winter was nearly at end, yet, the caves of Moria had insulated him from the elements and now he was freezing as it began to rain upon the foothills of the Misty Mountains. Grimnir had no camping equipment and needed to find shelter. Would he seek out refuge in the forests of the foothills or attempt to return to the darkness of Moria in order to sleep out the night? He was also dehydrated. Perhaps fill his water canteen in the rain or at the lake of Mirrormere?

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There was no answer for a few moments until the door opened. Instead of his old mother, Cardiloc saw a little girl near his feet. She stared up at him with brown doey eyes.

"Hello?" It was more a question than a statement, her voice was sweet and her hair fluffy, like Cardiloc's own dark ruffled hair.

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As he reached his horse he felt little hands grasp his legs from both sides and saw a multitude of things beneath him. Some sort of creatures. They began climbing onto the horse, holding its legs and squealing as the fire started behind them. Alfrid Kuntsworth couldn't move and nickered as more bodies clustered to him. The horse neighed and jumped into the air, throwing many foes down. Sigeric saw them for a moment in the fire. They were like little children with hands and legs except....they were mushrooms?!

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Wishing not to disturb himself with such thoughts, Ha'zi puts his book down and tries to rest, clowing his eyes.
 
"Well, when you are feed the best food in the world at a young age, you are destined to look good and feel good." Dimitri replied. "How have y'all been doing? Valley looks quite good."
 
Sigeric had never before heard any tales of sentient mushroom people. It appeared as if the old man on the bridge had not been completely insane. He attempted to knock off the creatures that had climbed onto his legs, and spurred Alfrid forward, attempting to flee down the road, careful to go forwards, rather than the way that he came from.
 
Dimitri's adoptive mother blushed at his compliment and waded over to hug him. She was tiny in comparison, about 5 foot five to him.

"Splendid. Your father has retired, a bit early for a carpenter and I'm in good health. Better than him, to be fair with ya." She pinched his cheek after letting go of him and sized him up, "You look so fine, Dimitrius. Are you here to tell me about any grand children? You have a special lady out in Gondor?"

It was clear to him they still believe he was a soldier in Gondor's army. The loss of his arm, his discharge and his time as a rogue had been hidden away from his old life. How would Dimitri respond? There was a slight memory of a Celeste that came to him at the mention of a lady, it was the one of them on the ship and her talking about her family, nearly two months ago.

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"Brother? My brothers are dead. Mama told me that big Opus, Rano and little Card all died like Papa. Who are you?" Ela asked Cardiloc, clearly not believing him.

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"There was a lady, but it didn't work out. And there was a battle, rather big one. Lots of loses on both sides, including an arm..." Dimitri whispered. He still was getting used to the feeling of flesh again. "I was hurt bad, ma, had to leave the army, but a friend of mine fixed me up. We went up to Bree and had quite a big adventure from there. Got a few things happened, including a meeting with some Elves. Nice folk, I thought." he continued. If he was insane, which he probably was, he'd tell his ma about everything that happened.
 
"I'm card, I never died I'd been captured by some very bad men and they kept me prisoner for twenty years." He shook his head to the girl. "I'm swearing by our ancestors that I'm your brother, and that's a very serious promise to make." He added, his voice seeking reason.
 
"Aye, I guess we could talk to it then lad." He puts away his weapons then, shouts up to the eagle, "AYE! We ain't prisoners! This lad here is taking us to Erebor, we have an important message for em!"
 
The rain poured through the night and Grimnir felt miserable. He was drenched, starved and sleep deprived. He could barely sleep. And the hours ticked by as he slowly fell into a nap on the forest floor, next to a tree. When he awoke it was to the sound of humming birds and chirping insects at noon. He had overslept and most of the water had evaporated, yet, he was still moist. He felt slightly nourished and his mind was clearer. He knew his intended goal. Erebor. But, how would he get there? How would he cross the Anduin? Would he go through Mirkwood or around? Was Grimnir even bothered about time? It had been five days since Rivendell and would take more than a week to reach Erebor at this rate. Would he even go south to Mordor or let the storm fall upon the southern states and keep the dwarves alive?

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But would Dimitri tell her? He hadn't quite lost his mind, yet.

"Your arm? But, your arm is fine, Dimitrius?" His adoptive mother patted his muscular shoulders. "Right?"

Would Dimitri tell her? Would he inform her of the coming doom? Or let her live out her life in blissful ignorance?

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The little girl sighed and opened the door further, "Follow me." She led him inside to their mother who sat at a chair staring into the distance. She slightly turned her head to the direction of the door.

"Who goes there?"

"Ela, mama." The girl replied, leading Cardiloc to their mother, "This boy claims to be Cardiloc, my brother. Mama, you cannot see him but please, describe him to me?"

The elderly woman spoke, "My son Cardiloc. He was strong and tall. He had a face like Papa and had brown furry hair like a bear. He was lean and easy to anger. I remember my boy, he yelled at me now and then when I hit him for trying to do dumb things. I remember his face. How he smiled. I remember him the day before he died. He was smiling at being able to hunt alone when he was of age. I remember." Tears trickled down her eyes and she dabbed at them with her dusty hands, sobbing.

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"What?" The eagle said, landing in front of the bat.

"You are not being deceived? Is he not a servant of the Enemy?"

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Cardiloc was the spitting image of what she described. "Mother, its Cardiloc. Just please listen to my voice I didn't die those twenty years ago I'm alive I'm ok." His voice cracked from the last words, tears began to fall from his own eyes.
 
"Aye my bird friend, he is not. It's a complicated tale, but we were deceived into these powers by a woman by the name of Ilmarë. Now we are using these abilities to alert the Free Peoples of Morgoth. After we alert Erebor and the Iron Hills, we'll meet our friends at 'Tirith to march on Morgoth's domain." Thoruk replies.
 
"It's fine now, my friend was and is a very smart man." He showed her when the blade would cut. "See, healed quite well." He gathered his thoughts and said, "Ma, something real bad and even older than the mountains is coming. We (the Edain) battled it long ago alongside men and elves, and we managed to defeat it. But now its coming back." In a quiet voice, he said, "And I have to go fight it." In that moment, reality slammed into him. He was about to go fight the greatest evil the world had ever faced. He would probably die fighting, alone and surrounded by enemies, and never come back here again. Fear filled his heart and memories of an old seer in the fjords of Forochel came to him.

"In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie, you will die."
 
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