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.

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.

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.

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.

Sounds awesome! I'll join! (I get dibs on Aragorn haha!)

Awesome! It took me forever to compile all that Realm/Clan/Tribe/etc. information!