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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Ha'zi shrugged. "A bit. She wants to be here, though. The thrill and danger enjoys her for some reason, but she also wants to explore the world." He had a light blush then, as Ha'zi already knew what the real reason  was that explained her wanting to be with them. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"well, over the years a man learn some tricks to deal with women. As the son of a wealthy merchant minor nobles wanted their daughters to marry me, my wealth could help their family to advance in the nobility ladder. The main problem was that my father didn't want it to happen so he taught me few tricks to find out which girl really loved me and which only wanted my money.
There are ways to force people to tell the truth, and I am found in one of them. Meet me aty tent and I'll show you"
 
Celeborn went quiet, "It would be ashame for her to be hurt in the company of Middle-Earth's most powerful warriors. Make sure to keep her out of any danger, should we find some. She seems taken with you, Master Ha'zi." His wise eyes didn't need to look to the youth to understand what was happening. "Do that for me, will you? When the time comes for it, pull her out of any danger."

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Pyrus would look at his gaze and smile patting the birdbath "This is the power cell for the fence. Once everything is in motion the water will be poured inside and the fence will be surged with Morgoth power. Then i'll put my hands inside and begin. I can turn in on, turn it off, redirect power to or away from Morgoth and redirect power to different parts of the fence. I'll of course be staying here along with everyone else unless the need arrises to go."
 
"I'll be up at the front with the special assets. Keep our brothers and sisters out of the fight unless they are needed. My students will take it from here, you've seen a fraction of their potential. Once this is done, we'll put them all to use in destroying Middle-Earth." Mairon said to him, patting Pyrus' shoulder and overlooking the wide scape of land around the Gorgoroth plateau. It had changed so much. Grasslands, plains, rivers, forests and jungles spread across the volcanic rise. In his days he had preferred the darkness and bleak starkness of the land, but this, this mixture of all of their powers, their essences, was something all the more telling. It was the first taste of what they could do. How they could remodel Arda in their image. Mountains of fire, seas of ice, clouds of trees, rocky skies, it was all possible. They had the power thanks to Morgoth. Morgoth...

Mairon thought about his Master. He had not seen him outside of the fortress. Empowering them seemed to have strained him more than he had anticipated. Morgoth should be able to fight soon, though. And when their foes saw him in battle. They would surrender. He was certain. Yes. They would.

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"Understood. Saenes hand me the bag please" He asked his lieutenant as she handed it to him. Reaching inside he would pull out a single strand of hair. Mairon would recognize it as one of the strands of hair Melkor gave him. Dropping it inside he would grab a pitcher of water and pour it half way inside. The water just at the point where it would start to fill up the bowl, soon after the water would start to glow, boiling and steaming. After a few minutes it stopped and those who could feel powerful magic could sense the fence now charged Pyrus would be sweating. Wiping his forehead he would say "The fence is now charged but not activated, i'll fill the rest of the water when the scouts come back."
 
Ha'zi nodded, and followed the Dalishman to his tent. "So, Iver, what are these "tricks" you've learned?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
"I hadn't really thought of what she would do if we were attacked..." Ha'zi mumbled. She seemed pretty out of place with the large army, after all. What could she do to protect herself? Did she have any weapons? Did she know how to defend herself?

"Indeed, I am quite taken with her." Ha'zi said, not really ashamed anymore about talking about it. "Of course I will defend her, Celeborn. Although, I'm not sure what I'm scared of more: my first relationship or impending doom." He chuckled, then his visage became rather grim.

"I can't imagine losing her... or any one of my friends. I've become close to everyone here, they feel like my family now. And I," he faltered, "I don't want to let them down." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"There is one thing," Elrohir said, "Your weapon, the hammer, who forged it? The making, the craftsmanship and it's handling all speak volumes in favour of the creator." The elf asked whilst his brother turned the roast over the sizzling flames.

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"Ha'zi," Celeborn began softly, turning to the Haradrim youth, "As an elf I would advise courting this woman in the natural ways: speaking with her father, gaining his approval, seeking her hand in marriage, hosting a wedding, the business. However, we are in unnatural times. I hold the same fears in my heart. I fear for my daughter who is in Valinor. I fear for what the Valar may do to her for my disobedience. Yet, I must continue and do what I believe is right." He placed a hand on his chest, above his heart.

"This is all that matters in this world, Ha'zi." His hand slowly touched to Ha'zi's left chest, "If need be, convince her to return home. If she is adamant, train her to defend herself in these few days before we enter that forsaken land. If worse comes to bear then send her off. That is all we can do for our beloved ones. Send them away while we fight for their lives, sacrifice our own for even a morsel of victory." He looked down to the fire, removing his hand from Ha'zi.

"You may believe the fate of Arda rests on your shoulders, young Master Ha'zi. But, it does not. It rests on all our shoulders. It rests on Eurgund, the cook; it rests on Crandil, the Captain; it rests on the King Aragorn II, it rests on the Lord of Mistrand, it rests on the King under the Mountain, it rests on the Chieftan of Lossoth and it rests on the Sealord of Umbar, it rests on you and me, it rests on Glorfindel the Brave and all your friends. The fate of the world is our responsibility, collectively. Together we may preserve it, young Master Ha'zi."

He paused to let this sink in before adding, "Our time in this world is not limited but theirs is." He inclined his head back toward the Shifters Campfire where Marco was racously laughing at a  joke one of the Gondorians had made. It seemed a few had gathered there to talk to the Shifters. Ha'zi could see Miriel amongst them and their eyes met for a moment. She broke eye contact first.

"Go make the most of it, young Master Ha'zi." Celeborn said.

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"Got it in Gondor from a man claimed to be trained by the master smiths of Erebor. But I did some digging while in Dol Amroth, and apparently it has similar features to mid to late First Age Dwarven design." He said. "You see the engravings..." he pointed to a small mark on the side of of the handle "here? I have some reason to believe it is the symbol of a minor noble family of Men from a land west of Belegost. And on the opposite side..." he flips the hammer over and taps a second symbol "could be the symbol of a Dwarf blacksmith named simply Grund. My theory is that this was one of many weapons forged in the years after Beren's venture for the minor noble, but was instead given to Dwarfs for the Sack of Doriath and was lost on the march back. Slowly found its way to Gondor, but remained practically untouched. I've had it most of my life, love it like a man loves his home. I almost died getting it back on the island." He continued. "I call her Fatesealer, because it just does that: seal the fate of anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end." He noticed some small letters just above the Dwarf engraving, presumably in Khazalid or ancient Quenya, but chose to ignore it.
 
"Fatesealer," Elladan pretended to whimper over by the roast, "Quite the name," he poked the roasted beef, "I call this Maeglin, after the scum that led to the downfall of Gondolin. We'll be feasting on him tonight," he stabed the roast.

Elrohir gave him a look before continuing, "Do you know if there are any others? I'd be interested in finding a hammer of my own someday. Perhaps even an axe."

"My brother fancies himself to be quite feminine, Dimitri. He likes to act like a dwarf."

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Nodding, Ha'zi wordlessly thanked the elven lord, and walked over to where Miriel was sitting with the others. It is probably going to be awkward, since there are so many people around, but he thought they would be too busy laughing and conversing to overhear what the two were discussing.

He sat down next to her on a long log that had been placed there to act as a bench. Ha'zi looked at the other people around the campfire before turning to Miriel and whispering, "Sorry I dashed away earlier," he partly smiled, "I saw a friend needed help earlier with a tent, and after spending some time fixing it for him, I did my own then remembered I had to meet with Lord Celeborn about an issue from earlier in the day."

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"Oh, I've got my own tent. I had some difficulty with it so those two kindly gentlemen offered me assistance, she motioned towards two of the Gondorians. Ha'zi saw they were young, probably only recruits, and seemed to be cheery and smiling at whatever Marco blathered on about. One was tall and blonde haired whilst the other was stockier and muscular, he seemed to have some burn marks on him but kept them covered up by clothes and armor.

"It's quite small and green, the elves lent it to me. Everyone is nice to a little lady these days," she muttered, twisting a lock of her hair almost in synchronization with Elladan's twisting of the roast spit. The elf had begun to cut servings off and hand them to the nearest people: Dimitri, Marco, those Gondorian fellows. One plate was offered to him by the elven captain, "To our Karoltai," he said with mild discontent but that was washed over by the smell of the roasted marinated beef rib that landed beneath his nose.

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"Mm, thanks." Ha'zi replied to the elven captain. His attention was then occupied by the mouth-watering ribs at the moment, and he eagerly awaited his serving from the elves.

"Oo, these look great, Miriel. You should have some." Ha'zi remarked as he finally got his and began digging in. The boy was about to eat it rather savagely, as he had before, but he remembered Sigeric's talk about manners before, and tried eating it less slopily in front of Miriel.

"Well, to be honest, we are the youngest people here, besides Cardiloc. They also probably wanted to help you because you are one of our friends." He wiped his mouth and smiled. "Did you get their names at all? They seem pretty nice." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"A fine choice." he remarked to Elladan. "Belegost, Gondor, Dale, Harad, who knows? When it comes to rare weapons, the rich tend to have them. I got mine by chance and a small amount of coercion. I'd get an axe and shield if I were you, though."
 
Zaro began setting up his medium size beige tent sticking each side into the ground slowly. When the tent was finally set up Zaro removed his light redish bedroll from his bag and placed it on the corner of the room. He then managed to put a nice smooth log inside and deposited most of his supplies inside the tent. He left his chain, spear, and shield propped up against something and put most of his daggers away. Zaro then sat down by the log and pulled some type of paper, a quill, and ink. Zaro dipped the quill in the ink and then drew something on the paper, he then folded the paper and put it in an envelope, afterwards putting the rest of the supplies away. He then put the envelope in his pocket and grabbed his spear and shield, then he looked for Ha'zi and Daugo.
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