[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

The Warg Elders had reached an accepted conclusion to the issue of whom to lynch. SamwiseGamgee, one of the mightiest Wargs of this or indeed any age had been chosen, with a mere two votes. But so negligible was the agreement of the council that this was enough to condemn him. Once a huge, monstrous Warg, of terrifying snarl and magnificent bearing, SamwiseGamgee was now ancient beyond the reckoning of human comprehension. No longer brash and vain, he loped forlorn in front of the Elders, unwilling spiritually to come to peace with his doom. His eyes sagged and his great mind pondered the ones whose machinations had led him to this ignoble end.

There were tears in the eyes of some of the others, but some rushed at SamwiseGamgee, in an attempt to rid themselves of the agonising wait. They clattered into the Great Warg, ripping at his flesh – they simply wanted this dreadful fate to be over with.

And they heard his howls of pain, and the words, as if he had just now remembered them: My power was worth more, you should have known; no-one can protect you now. My power is gone from the Elders -- the power to safeguard you from these demons. And I had not the chance to use it...

The Wargs stopped tearing at their dying friend, and shuddered at his grim truth. They had chosen poorly this first day.

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The Living

Legate of Amon Lanc
Thinlómien
Kitanna
Kath
Nogrod
Gwathagor
Shastanis Althreduin
Brinniel
Mithalwen
Diamond
Groin Redbeard
Gollum The Great
Rune Son of Bjarne
Gaunt

The Dead

SamwiseGamgee (Guardian)




Night 2 has begun. No talking in the village. Villains, send me a name; Seer, send me a name.