It was a glorious day for Ened-in-Nowhere. After the first few tottering steps to rid their village of the lupine menace, they finally got some on the third DAY. Two, in fact.
Eomer of the Rohirrim was in his royal quarters that NIGHT, weaving melodious verses to commemorate the DAY in song.
Suddenly the door to his home tumbled in riven fragments to the ground. In strode two Werewolves, dreadful in their wrath.
Eomer took his
flute in one hand and his
harp in the other. He strung his
harp and fitted the
flute into it. Holding the
harp as if it were a bow, he fired at the Werewolves. But, since he was no archer, he missed. The Werewolves advanced menacingly.
'This is it,'
Eomer thought. 'I'm going to die . . . and me without inspiration for my last song.' But despair lent genius wings, and suddenly the royal musician uttered these lines:
Sad souls, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet.
The two fiends cackled. 'You'll never see sunrise again,' said one; and taking all his
woodwind instruments they stabbed him repeatedly.
Standing back to admire their work, one of the Werewolves commented: 'There, he looks like a hedgehog.
Anguirel shall find a good reason to hate him now.' The two snickered and left just before the first few golden rays betrayed Anar's return to the East.
The next day, all the villagers were gathered at
Eomer's home. Many of them were secretly sobbing, some were openly weeping.
'Who could do such a horrible thing to such a handsome man?'
Cailín said.
The scroll of the census was changed:
Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.
Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT.
Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY.
dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT.
Kath, a Werewolf, was accidentally strangled on the third DAY
Lhunardawen, the Werewolf Beloved, died with his Lover on the third DAY
Farael, the Lover, died defending his Beloved on the third DAY
Eomer of the Rohirrim, an Ordinary Villager, was poked with woodwinds on the fourth NIGHT.
Those alive are:
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Celuien, a psychiatrist
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Glirdan, an unemployed person
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
the guy who be short, a Nilp fan, stalker and impersonator, also a fisherman
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager