Long the Númenoreans talked on this day, and finally, for the first time, it seemed like they they were pulling together. Slowly but surely the vote steered towards
the Saucepan Man and with no hesitation the decision was reached. Now only one thing stood between the angry mob and a dead
Saucepan Man:
The Saucepan Man himself!
Because he was nowhere to be found!
“Where is the Saucepan Man?” asked Kath
“We must see him and speak to him, more clearly than we have spoken yet.”
The Númenoreans searched upon Meneltarma and in the village at its feet, but he was not there. The evening was dawning already when he was found, at the very western end of the island. A wall there once stood, part of which was now destroyed and part of which reached out into the ocean. There
the Saucepan Man stood watching out on the waves.
“Saucepan Man!” cried
Hookbill,
the Goomba, seriously
“You know the charges that are made against you, that instead of praying to Melkor, the Great God of the World, you are worshipping the name... Ilúvatar?”
A widely audible gasp was heard.
“I don’t think it should be a sin, just for worshipping Ilúvatar!” the Saucepan Man answered.
“Blasphemy!” the crowd shouted, but
Hookbill, though distressed himself, kept his calm:
“You’re only making it worse for yourself!”
“Making it worse? How can it be worse? Ilúvatar! Ilúvatar! Ilúvatar!”
“He said it again! He said it again!” the crowd shrieked and they took up stones that were broken from the wall.
“I’m warning you! If you say Ilúvatar one more time...” Hookbill attempted to say, but a stone thrown to his head interrupted him.
“Right! Who did that? Come on, who did that?”
“She did! She did!” it was jangled, and the Númenoreans were pointing towards
Mithalwen.
“Was it you?”
“Yes...”
“Why?”
“Well, you did say... you know...”
“To the back of the line with you!”
“Do you not see what the worship of Melkor has done to you?” the Saucepan Man threw in
“You have begun to slay one another. Stop it now! No one is to stone anyone until Hookbill blows his whistle, even... and I want to make this absolutely clear... even if somebody does say... ‘Ilúvatar’!”
“He said it again!” the Númenoreans shrieked again, and they mercilessly stoned
the Saucepan Man.
The day was dark, but there was now hope for Men, for the Faithful were fewer.
*~*
The Dead:
Macalaure (mod) -
brutally killed by Faithfuls in Night One
Garin (ordo) -
decapitated with a scythe on Day One
Holbytlass (ordo) -
committed suicide to revive Garin in Night Two
The Might (ordo) -
committed suicide to help Holbytlass reviving Garin in Night Two
Roa_Aoife (Tar-Míriel / cobbler) -
stabbed to death on Day Two
Rikae (High Priest of Annatar / seer) -
killed and reformed into a ship by Faithfuls in Night Three
Glirdan (ordo) -
another one who committed suicide to revive Garin
Brinniel (ordo) -
executed on Day Three
Rune Son of Bjarne (ordo) -
disassembled by the Faithfuls in Night Four
the guy who be short (were-faithful) -
flew from the Land of the Star with no star to guide him on Day Four
Mänwe (ordo) -
killed by a malfunctioning catapult on Day Four
Nogrod (ordo) -
received the Gift of Eru in Night Five
The Saucepan Man (were-faithful) -
stoned to death on Day Five
The Living:
Durelin
Gil-Galad
Hookbill the Goomba
Kath
Kitanna
Lalaith
Legate of Amon Lanc
Mithalwen
Thinlómien