The next morning the Elves were more bewildered than ever.
"This is utter insanity!" wailed Kitanna, as they tried to make sense of Galadriel's cryptic last words.
The Lady, it seemed, had
thought one of their number might have been seduced into the service of evil- but had she been right?
"I wish I knew what Nimrodel's goals are," Farael muttered, "I'm still not convinced she's wholly on our side."
"We know that Lottie is Nimrodel," said Rikae with assurance, "so hearing from her exactly what she does can only help."
"Huh?" said Farael.
"Why yes, yes I am," announced Lottie with a bow. "Nimrodel, at your service! I killed Aganzir because I knew she was lying- and because she slew my beloved Amroth. Now who wants to help me kill Kitanna?"
"Wait," Rikae's eyes narrowed. "Aganzir... Sally... Kit... Amroth's murderers! Are you on our side- or your own? And then... didn't I catch you whispering to Aganzir? You're not a werewolf, are you?"
Everyone took a step back from Lottie.
"I
killed Aganzir, remember? Now come on, everyone, let's lynch Kit!"
"Oh, very well, then," said the Elves. There was, they all agreed, something terribly evil about her, even if they were not sure what. They surrounded the maiden, weapons drawn.
Kitanna faced them proudly, her eyes flashing. "You're all wrong, but it's too late to stop it." She unclasped the leaf-shaped brooch from her cloak, and in a sudden swift movement used the pin to tear open the artery in her wrist.
Not until the blood had ceased to flow from Kitanna's body did they give up waiting for her to change. By then, even the most reluctant had to admit that they had, once again, caused the death of an innocent Elf.
~~~~~~
The Living
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
Coppermirror
The Dead
Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod).
Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover).
Boro, dragged under by a swan-submarine Night Two. (Ordo).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).
Aganzir, shot with bow-and-arrow Night Three. (Werewolf).
Shasta, hanged with Elven rope Day Three. (Werewolf).
Sally, barbecued Night Four. (Seer).
Kitanna, wrists slashed with leaf-brooch Day Four. (Ordo).
It is now Night Five.