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Both men were waiting for the other to make a launched himself forward, his sword slashing left and right. Jaime countered, parrying the attacks, then charging forward, using his shield as a battering evaded the charge and went to slash at Jaime's back, but was stopped but Jaime's grinned, Jaime had learned from watching the others fight.
Thorongil quickly began a series of blows, raining them down upon Jaime. Jaime's sword managed to stop most blows, but some managed to hit him. Thorongil slowed his attack slightly, and Jaime pressed his advantage, beginning his own series of strikes. Thorongil evaded and parried nearly all the blows, except for one that scratched the surface of his leather armor.
He let out a cry of "Elendil!" and began hammering at Jaime's defenses, this time more attacks got through, but merely caused small dents in the armor, as Jaime managed to negate most of the force behind the blows with his sword and shield. Then Thorongil swung his sword just over Jaime's head, Jaime ducked, only to have the hilt of Thorongil's sword crash down upon his helm. Jaime collapsed on the floor, and the crowd went into an uproar.
Many had wanted the Kingslayer to lose, after all he had killed the previous king and betrayed his vows, but to lose to an unarmoured stranger from other lands? Many of the people were on their feet jeering at the Kingslayer for losing to simply dressed stranger, while others cried out witchcraft and sorcery of the other. Most however realized that the stranger was simply more skilled than even Jaime.
The rest of the fights of the fights went by quickly, with only a small amount of extraordinary fighters. One of those extraordinary fighters was Ser Garlan Tyrell, who had managed to best his opponents quickly. Opponents because he dueled two other knights at once. He had disarmed one quickly, and evaded the other knights strike before disarming him also.
As Garlan walked off the field, his brother Ser Loras, walked onto the field to duel Halbarad. It was quickly apparent that Loras was much more skilled when fighting on horseback and in jousting, as he had before, than in common swordplay. After a minute into the duel, Halbarad feinted at Loras's feet at then struck his helm with the flat of his blade, knocking the young knight unconscious.
The final duel of the day would be that of Carnuieth and the stood facing each other, Carnuieth clad in leather like the other two Rangers, and the Hound wore his armor, with a fearsome helm in the shape of growling dog. Carnuieth held two swords, and the Hound held a massive greatsword, nearly as large as that of his brother.
When they dueled, it was quickly apparent that the Hound was a better fighter than his brother, strategically at least. While Gregor would have charged in blindly, Sandor held back, parrying his opponent's blows. Then he charged, swinging his sword the Ranger's torso. Carnuieth twisted away swung both his swords, one at the Hound's head, the other at his leg. The Hound shifted his sword in position to block both blows, and continued into an overhand strike at Carnuieth's shoulder. Carnuieth tried to evade the blow, but it his shoulder at an angle and slid off, tearing off a piece of the leather in the process. Carnuieth attempted to dance around to the Hound's back only to find himself pushed off balance when the Hound spun around and shoved.
The tourney was at an end for the day, and Carnuieth rejoined his friends, "Looks like Elladan and I were the only ones who lost."
Elladan grinned, "But unlike you, I allowed my opponent to win."
Thorongil interrupted the banter, "Alas that I have to introduce a somber conversation, but we do have to decide what course of action to take in regard to all these plots."
They whispered in hushed tones, "We have only been making assumptions and cannot be sure of what is going on," said Halbarad.
Thorongil shook his head, "Nay, I fear that at least the Lannister twin's affair is true. Lords Stannis and Arryn were the ones who spoke of it, and they seem to me to be most honest and good men out of all the ones we have met."
The others nodded their agreement, Thorongil had been gifted with an uncanny ability to judge people, and his will was so powerful, he could often see people's true intentions by simply looking at them, akin to his Numenorean ancestors of old.
As they headed toward a feast that Robert had prepared for the end of the day's tourney, they found Jon Arryn and Stannis. Thorongil spoke, "My lords, I fear that Robert's wife and her twin are having an affair. We," he indicated the rest of his small group, "decided to come to you for advice, for you are said to be a man of justice," he looked at Stannis, "and you a man of reason," looking at Jon.
The two men glanced at each other. Stannis spoke, "We have also feared that same thing many months now, and have finally found the evidence we need to prove it to be true. We are on our way to speak to Robert now."
The group of eight headed towards the King, only to have Jon stop suddenly when he recognized someone sitting at the King's Table. "I am sorry, we must speak to Robert later, my wife, Lysa, has just arrived from the Vale, and will want to speak to me. Robert will be drunk during and after the feast, we will need to speak to him tomorrow, before he sets out for the tourney."
The group agreed and broke up, with the six people from Middle-Earth heading off to rest for the night, for tomorrow they would duel again with the knights of Westeros.
In the darkness of the far north, in the northern areas of the Land of Always Winter, a pale figure with blue eyes looked into the skies. The time had come, the Great Other was coming. It had been thousands of years since the All-Master was into into the Beyond. His lieutenant, Gilthrang, the Great Other, would come to herald the All-Master's return into the world.
With that the White Walker blew his horn and awakened his brethren. They would advance upon the land of the living to prepare for the return of their master.
Within the fastness of Barad-Dur, Sauron sat upon his throne. He had heard the calling from his master, who the accursed Valar had cast into the void. His master, Melkor Bauglir, the Elder King, would soon break the Doors of Night and return to the world. Sauron was tasked with preparing Middle-Earth for his arrival, and in doing so, rid the land of Elves, Dwarves, and Men.