[Nogrod]

Valier Furryfoot’s death was a hard hit to the hobbits, not the least to the other elders who had learned to like her so much during the years and who had learned to appreciate her hunches in all the matters where hunches were needed. It was clear that the Shire had lost someone they could have trusted to help them out of the trouble. But the way she was killed was plain repulsive. That seemed to feel even worse at the moment. No one had any desire for a breakfast that morning – and talking of hobbits that’s a serious matter indeed.

Most of them felt they needed a pint of strong porter from Tuckborough to cope with the situation and only a few of the youngsters settled with the local Green Dragon ale – which some called “Water-Ale” as it was light and it was made from the waters of the river Water running by - that was usually consumed by everyone around these corners.

Happily at the time of the second breakfast everyone had regained their appetite and thus they took back all that they had lost by withdrawing from the first one. And the talk was getting even more lively than the Day before. Although there seemed to be less joking toDay as the faces around the tables were quite grim.

Now Vallen’s death did bring forwards the question as to why she had been picked by the werewolves. Lommy Baggins did formulate the preliminary question as to whether the old Harrybelly was to blame or not. From that on almost every possible option imaginable – and unimaginable - were brought forwards. The most stylishly it was made by Mac Sandyman who formulated his comments on the matter in the style of the famous Lake Town philosopher Ludovic Witsendzone.

The hobbit logic has not been both revered as original ME wisdom and scorned as mere futile exercise of rural witticism by the more philophically cultivated cultures of the Middle-Earth for no reason. Even if the hobbits lack the finessé and eloquence of the cognoscenti and the sophists of Gondor they are widely known to be able to argue black into white and vice versa. And that was indeed going on at the Green Dragon on this Day! And it did take almost the whole Day.

But the further the sun crept over the sky the lengthier the speeches became. After pretty exhaustive recitations of Lommy Baggins, Legate Sackville-Baggins, Fea Belladonna and Farael Twofoot on the matter of Vallen’s death and the possible guilt of the old Harrybelly Brinn Burrows managed to top them all starting a minute analysis of all the hobbits present. With half of the hobbits fast asleep after three hours of speculation Rikae Took finally jumped up and banged her pint to the table so that everyone would hear her. All hobbits except the old Kuru Shrewthwacker did wake up.

“I will leave now and go for any help that could be obtained. I think this is a bit too big thing for us to cope alone. And think if this spreads in case we lose this fight? We Tooks have always seen the bigger picture and anyone who dares to suspect my motives will have to settle it with me personally. Even if I’m a woman I’m a Took and not afraid of anyone of you here. In the meantime you should do well to look closely at the Baggins and this honey-tongued Sandyman... That’s my last word to you fellow hobbits. I’m off now!”

“Now what shall I do? I already voted for her and she just thinks she can walk away like that! Are you trying to slip away from our verdict?” Farael Twofoot protested loudly as the doors swang after the Took.

“Cool down Twofoot, if she’s innocent she’s on a good mission and if she’s a baddie, well there’s one less of them.” Brinn Burrows calmed Farael and after that the Twofoot was quiet for a long time.

~*~

After the Took’s leave the discussion slowly concentrated on the wolfhunt itself. It seemed that Volo "Justy" Proudfoot, Lilla Greenhand and Sally Shortbrush were sharing the suspicions alongside Morm Harrybelly even though less and less was talked about the gaffer.

This Day the tables disagreed within themselves unlike Day1 when basically all of the adult-table voted for Nerwen. Something had changed.

In the end it was quite clear Lilla Greenhand was gaining the votes. And after some preliminary disagreement she did so by a large margin.

~*~

The votes were counted and an uneasy silence befell over the Green Dragon.

“Now Greenie, what do you have to say? It would be the most convenient if you... well you know what I mean. No hobbit has ever... and so forth. You know.” Said Fea Belladonna Briarpatch a bit embarrassedly.

“Nerwen did a brave thing I’d say... so...” continued Kath Woodyend not daring to look at Lilla Greenhand in the eye.

“I’m not going to commit a suicide for you to keep your consciences clean. If you so much want blood you have to draw it yourselves!” Greenie said silently standing up and looking at the hobbits around the inn challengingly and dispassionately.

All those who had not been in favour of lynching the Greenhand stayed quiet looking nervously at their feet not sure of how to react to the situation. The Greenie -voters looked at each other somewhat insecurely not quite sure whether they’d have to actually do something. Finally Agan Sackville-Baggins broke in.

“She’s not a hobbit I say!” she yelled furiously.

“No she isn’t, she’s a werewolf! Remember how these foul creatures handled poor Boffin and Furryfoot! I say revenge!” called Volo Proudfoot even more loudly.

“I say death!” yelled Brinn Burrows.

“Let’s see this werewolf into her grave!” bellowed Mac Sandyman and threw an empty tankard straight to her forehead.

Blood was spilling from Greenie's eyebrow but she remained stern and quiet for a while. Everyone was waiting.

“Do your worst but you will have to do it yourselves.” she said calmly. "And who knows who is right and who is wrong in the end?"

The Greenie -voters looked at each other once again and then like from a common consent they ran over her together grasping whatever weapon; a mug, a coalrake, a fork, a chair with them. The rest were looking at the spectacle in horror. There it was, a hobbit after another hobbit. A scene never seen before in the Shire. It filled them with horror.

Lilla Greenhand stood straight an empty look in her face when the blows started to fall. Lommy Baggins hit her with a candlestick straight to the face and the Might of Greenholm kicked her to the stomach with all his might. Then there followed a rake here, a mug there and a fork in her eye. But the blow of the Volo's chair finally got her into her knees and the subsequent blows by the rest fell her down. There was an unseen frenzy in those batting and hammering her that the onlookers at their tables were restlessy trying to avoid looking.

There was blood all over the Green Dragon’s floor when the beaters finally got enough of it and started to come back to their senses. Lilla Green’s body was a mess, an emergingly reddish pile of flesh torn apart by the blows she had received.

Then the silence of the Inn suddenly started to fill in with a hiss.

It was low at first but then it broke loose with might. The hobbits tried to cover their ears but it was useless. Slowly the pile o' bones formerly named Lilla Green turned into a swirling whirlwind that grew wider and stronger.

Everyone tried to save themselves as they jumped out from the windows and packed the doorway.

The whirlwind grew into a tornado and bursted the roof of the Green Dragon and even growing to a hurricane it broke the other end of the Inn down sending that half of the reserved celebration meals flying all around the Shire.

Then at the height of it's might when all the hobbits were trying to hide behind trees or ditches and waited for an imminent death it suddenly just vanished with a hiss and a pop.

Lilla Green, aka. the Breath was no more.


The dead:
Nogrod (mod) - Noggie Boffin - beheaded and played soccer with on Night1
Nerwen (ordo) - Nerwen Hornblower - jumped to the river not to force anyone to kill another hobbit on Day1
Valier (ordo) - Vallen FurryFoot - skinned, grilled and served as a breakfast on Night2
Rikae (ordo) – Rikae Took - left the Hobbitton to find aid from somewhere in the middle of Day2
A Little Green (the Breath) - Lilla Greenhand - beaten to death by the hobbits on Day2

The living:
Thinlómien - Lommy Baggins
Legate of Amon Lanc - Legate Sackville-Baggins
Aganzir - Agan Sackville-Baggins
Meneltarmacil - Lupo Furryface
Volo - Justy Proudfoot
Macalaure - Mac Sandyman
The Might - Might of Greenholm
Mormegil - Mormegil Harrybelly
Feanor of the Peredhil - Belladonna Briarpatch
Brinniel - Brinn Burrows
Satansaloser2005 - Sally Shortbrush
Farael – Farael Twofoot
Kath – Kath Woodyend
Shastanis Althreduin – Shasta of the River
Kuruharan -Kuru Shrewthwacker

Night3 begins.

Wolves let me know your choice. The gifteds PM me your picks.

Good Night everyone!