The sun was rising when Halegas woke up in the White City. Once he got dressed and prepared to leave his room when a soldier come in and said, " Sir, Elessar wants to see you as soon as possible. He says it is important. " Right away! ", Halegas responded. He quickly went to his stable mounted up and rode to the 7th level of Minas Tirith, then dismounted and half ran half walked to the large doors to the Kings throne. The guards there opened it enough for him to slip in, as Halegas walked down the room, his footsteps echoed loudly, “ Great! I was hoping to make my entrance more unnoticeable “, he thought. He kneeled before the king, “ Sire, I am at your service. What is your command? “. Please rise and have a drink”, he responded. And again he began to speak while Halegas was enjoying his drink, “ The reason I have asked for you to come to me today is for a very, very important mission. “ He took a deep breath and continued, “ I have sent out a word for any talented trackers, riders, swordsmen, hunters and heros to meet here in the White City. They will be sent out on a very important mission, the task is to reclaim the dreaded Mines of Moria with the help of some dwarves that will meet you at the gates, it is a very dangerous mission but it must be done. We must cleanse these lands of Sauron’s Evil servants. “Will you lead them? Halegas paused before he replied but quickly said, “Yes I would be honored sire“. You may leave when they all have arrived, King Elessar said.” Halegas backed up and slipped out of the great hall, then mounted back up and went back to his room to prepare for the journey. Once he finished his bedroll he sharpened his sword and quickly fletched about a dozen arrows. Then went out to the stable to rub his horse down.

Karcil was walking through the barren Iron hills. He had an arrow on the string, and was on full alert. He was leaving the Iron hills, because of the dangers that lurked there. True, no one could come to him, but he was tired of the sleepless night he spent, on constant watch for danger. "Come on Belgold." He said in a low voice. A small, brown, shaggy horse trotted to him slowly from behind a small hill. Karcil quickly mounted him, and they rode out of the Iron hills at a full gallop. He found and followed the river Carnen (Redwater), until he came to the fork of two rivers; Carnen and Celduin (River running).
It was now midday, and the sun loomed above them in the sky like an enormous fiery beast. It was a hot day, so Karcil decided to simply wade the river. He found a shallow place, about waist deep, and crossed. The current was strong, but Karcil and Belgold pushed on. Karcil almost lost his sword in the crossing. When they emerged on the opposite bank, Karcil mounted his horse, and off they went.
Two days later, they arrived at the bank of River Anduin (The Great river). Rivendell was in sight, but where was the bridge? Something's wrong. Karcil thought. He looked wildly around, and finally saw what he was looking for. He grabbed the dead tree branch and heaved. He managed to get it across the river, and he stepped onto it carefully. He simply dropped Belgold's reigns, he would stay where he was; no need to tie him.
He walked across, quickly, but carefully. Then he drew his sword and stalked towards Rivendell. When he reached the tall, graceful buildings, he heard the sounds of battle. He turned the corner, and saw hundreds of goblins and Orcs, fighting to get into a large, but thankfully bolted door. The Elves were shooting arrow after arrow through various open windows in the building. They rained down on the dark creatures, but didn't have much effect, for they had their shields raised. Karcil hefted his sword, and ran at the Orcs, allowing a barbaric battle cry escape from his throat, it steadily grew in volume until it was a yell.

Karcil had killed or mortally wounded at least fifteen Orcs before they even realized what was happening. The distraction of Karcil had caused them to lower their shields momentarily, leaving them open to the Elven archers. The arrows rained down on the Orcs, and many fell. By the time they had lifted their shields once more, there were only about twenty of them left standing. The Orcs were forced into a tight circle, some protecting from Karcil, the others from the archers. There were not enough shields to cover all of them however, so there were gaps that skilled archers such as the elves could shoot through. Several went down, leaving the remaining Orcs open to the archers. When they lifted their shields to block the arrows, Karcil stabbed them. When they lowered their shields to block Karcil, the arrows thudded into their chests. At last, the final Orc lay dead on the cobblestones.

Eleglas was coming near Osgiliath, which was the outskirt city of Gondor. He had ridden long and hard for many days now. When Rohan had gotten the call that the king would need a group of persons to cleanse the lands of Middle~Earth he was more than willing to help. So he had rode very hard and made few camps and stops. But now he was within site, he slowed down a little and let Falgus have a breather. So far so good he thought only a little further and I will be in Minas Tirith its self. As he was speaking to himself he was making his way across the great Pelennor Fields where long ago the huge battle was fought. Approaching the gate, the gate keepers opened them slightly to let him in, he then rode to find the highest ranking soilder to direct him on what he needed to do.

The soldier directed Eleglas to a normal small house, nice but small. The soldier pointed his hand inwards inside the home, he entered and his eyes began to adjust to the dim light. There was a soldier sitting down and smoking. Eleglas waited a moment for him to speak, nothing. "I have come to join this journey". The man answered with, "Oh really, you have come to join this task. And makes you think you are a hero?"

"Well I have served under the king of Rohan, I think that makes me worthy enough.", replied Eleglas. The man stayed quiet for a moment more. "Well then tomorrow morning we will have a test for you." But for now you may bunk were this soldier tells you too."

As Eleglas was leaving he rememebered that he didn't have the mans name, "What is your name sir?" My name? " Yes your name sir?" You may call me Halegas."

Karcil stayed that night with the elves. The next morning, A messenger arrived, leaving a notice with the elves. When Karcil looked, he read:


NOTICE: Heroes and Warriors needed in the white city of Gondor. To form a party and dispose of the remnants of Sauron's evil servants. Halegas will be leading this party. Report to him if you wish to join.

He made his mind up then and there. I'm going He thought.

After a couple days, he did a series of test on the man that arrived for the adventure and thought that he did very well, and let him pass. Though still after a couple weeks and with only one so called hero Halegas wasn't to optimistic and he was quite rushed. He knew the journey was to take awhile that is if he ever came back. So he decided to create another writing this one said:

NOTICE: Heros being called for must arrive at Minas Trirth in 1-2 weeks or the venture will set out without them.

He wrapped it up and sent it with a messenger then went riding around the great White City.

( I will wait until all of you have arrived and met with me in Minas Trith before the journey starts but please hurry!)

Karcil rode at a slow, steady pace as he directed his course to Minas Tirith; The white city. On the second day of this journey, a messenger rode by close to his camp. He hailed him, and the messenger gladly joined him for a meal at the campfire.
"So, where 'ya headed?" the messenger asked of Karcil.
"Minas Tirith. I saw a notice for a party being led by someone named Halegas to dispose of the rest of Saurons' vile servants."
"Oh! Then you may be interested in the message I bear then!" The messenger showed Karcil the notice.

NOTICE: Heros being called for must arrive at Minas Trirth in 1-2 weeks or the venture will set out without them.

"Yes indeed! Thank you very much for showing this to me!"
"Anytime. I suppose you'll be settin' out in the mornin' then?"
"Aye. You can sleep here tonight if you wish. Then we can take turns at watch. Save us both a little sleep eh?"
"Thank ya' kindly! I don' wan' ta' impose though..."
"It's all right. Let's get some rest shall we?"

The next morning, they separated, riding away in their respective directions. Karcil drove Belgold as fast as he dared. In three days, they reached Minas Tirith uneventfully. After stating his business to the guards, he was directed to a small yet nice house nestled in a small grove of trees. He knocked on the door, and a deep voice answered; "Come in." He entered, and found two men, sitting and talking, one smoking, both reclining in plush chairs. "What is it?" The smoking man demanded of him.
"I am Karcil sire, I have come seeking Halegas, wishing to journey with him to retake the Mines of Minas Tirith and to destroy the remnants of Saurons' vile army."
"Ah! Welcome! I am Halegas, and this is Elegas." Halegas said, gesturing to the other man. "You make three."
"Strikingly similar names you two have." Karcil said jokingly.
"Yes... We did notice that..." Halegas mumbled, barely audible. He raised his voice once more to an audible tone, then said; "We will be setting out in about a week. I'll put you through a few tests, see what you've got, then we'll set out."
"Sounds good." Replied Karcil.
"Please, won't you have a seat?" Halegas said.

After offering Karcil a seat, Halegas also quietly but still audible said, " This is no joy venture Karcil, this is a deadly, maybe even deathly adventure. If there are any more to come then you should prepare your weapons and gather any rations you shall need for the trip. But for now you may sit and smoke with us......" A moment later he mumbled something but not audible.