[Nogrod]

With the horrifying revelation of there being some Morgoth infected souls deliberately spreading the illness, the nature of discussion changed even more from possible physical symptoms to mental ones. Most everyone was scrutinized by others in depth on what they had said and done the previous Day – and to a lesser degree to even what they had said this Day.

~*~

The discussion was brought to a halt in the afternoon when Brandir came around asking for his grandmother. As soon as people realized that no-one had seen her after midday, people started getting worried. Morwen asked the Nurse and Aerin to take care of the children and joined others in the search.

She was nowhere to be found.

Finally Algund yelled from the main gates. There was Glóredhel, leaning to a tall oak just outside the Village. She seemed cool and collected, staring somewhere far out of sight. Coming closer Halmir suddenly realized she was not breathing at all. His legs gave up under him and he fell to the muddy ground.

“Why! Why the House of Haleth! Why didn’t you take me instead! Be damned Morgoth, and your evil deeds!” He cried, pulling his hair.

“She’s withered away from grief…” said Indor quietly: “the way of spirits more delicate than ours”.

They carried her body to the old Badger’s cabin just around the corner and tucked her in some blankets. They’d have a decent funeral for her when all this was over.

~*~

“How about if I don’t want to go? Those are probably ill people in there. I don’t want to get infected!” Hareth stared at the crowd wildly. “I’m your mother, for Valar’s sake!” she yelled at her sons standing in front of her. “How dare you!”

“You just go” Grithnir said calmly notching an arrow.

“Yes, just no sudden movements” echoed Gethron drawing his bow as well.

“Do as you’re told mother. If you’re innocent, the Valar will protect you”, Húrin said calmly.

“But I am not!” Hareth screamed, eyes glowing red, and jumped on his sons.

There was a sharp snap and a soft thud, and another.

Hareth fell down with two arrows deep in her thigs.

Asgon noticed the brothers were stunned and took the reins. “Sador and Ragnir, take her in, and Aerin, get some towels and herbs for her as she comes back to her senses”.

“If she comes back…” Morwen murmured to herself, shaking her head.


~*~


Dead, yes dead

Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1)
Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during D2)

Quarantined

Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1)
Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2)
Huinesoron - Hareth, Infector (voted into QT on Day2)

Hanging around

Thinlómien
Legate of Amon Lanc
Loslote
Pitchwife
Kath
Lhunardawen
Inziladun
Kitanna
A Little Green
Boromir88
Lalaith
Brinniel
Eönwë
Macalaure
Rune Son of Bjarne
THE Ka
Satansaloser2005
Shastanis Althreduin



It’s now Night 3.

Sleep or not, next posting in about 24 hours.