[Nogrod]

That Night the Village slept uneasily. It was not just the threat that kept them awake, but also the excitement of the debate – and naturally the dramatic end of the Day. If Hareth could have fallen under Morgoth’s evil spells, then it could befall on just about anyone. There were horrific thoughts in peoples’ minds that Night: could even Húrin or Huor be, or the children? Lalaith? Morwen was having terrifying nightmares.

Húrin couldn’t sleep beside his wife who kept rolling around in her sheets, and stalked silently outside the Village to be alone for a moment. He watched the starry sky which looked exactly the same it always looked, like anything that was going on down in the Village didn’t mean anything, didn’t change anything. Yet, he was wishing Valar would help him, and it was under the light of the stars he could feel a tiny bit of solace.

Suddenly there was a crack somewhere in the woods somewhere near him. Húrin awoke from his dreams and was immediately up and awake. He listened. A deer? He thought he saw something disappearing between the trees maybe thirty yards from him.

More noises broke out abruptly from the opposite direction, several of them now. Then there was a yell of pain he recognized too well.

“Bro!” Húrin jumped towards the cry drawing his sword as he ran. “Huor! Where are you?”

“Take them down! Run!” he heard his brother yelling somewhere to his left as he was running down the slope. Several shapes slipped away into the darkness in different directions. It was impossible to reach them all. Drawing breath Húrin realized he’d get none of them – and Huor was there just beside him, in pain.

Húrin sheathed his sword and ran to his brother.

“What did they do to you?” Húrin touched Huor’s forehead and fell the heat. Bending down he reached for his eyes. “Who were they? Did you recognize anyone?” Huor shook his head and then suddenly pushed his brother away violently, using an amazing amount of strength for a man in his condition.

“Stay away from me!” he cried, breathing heavily. “They got our mother and now they got me. You must live! Listen to me. You shall live for greater things, and for the house of Hador!” The effort was clearly too much for him and he fell back to the ground sweating excessively, slowly passing out.

Húrin walked slowly back to the village carrying his half unconscious brother on his back to the Great Hall. With a little help from Asgon, he set his brother into a bench with some blankets and cushions.

“What on Arda were you doing out there brother?” Húrin asked Huor when their eyes met.

“I thought I was protecting you…” he said with a failing voice, but then managed a faint smile. “It seems it was the other way around this Night. What a failure.” Huor closed his eyes.

“I’ll promise this will be set right! And you’ll get better. Trust me.” Huor slept and didn’t answer anymore. Húrin left the Hall not quite sure whether even he believed in his own words.


~*~


Dead, yes dead

Nogrod – “The Badger”, the Mod (dead on Night1)
Urwen – Glóredhel, healthy person (withered away in grief during Day2)

Quarantined

Galadriel55 – Andróg, the Cobbler (voted into QT on Day1)
Rikae – Haldir, formerly healthy person (infected by the shady Infectors on Night2)
Huinesoron – Hareth, an Infector (voted into QT on Day2)
Kitanna – Huor, the Ranger (infected in the woods by the Infectors on Night3)

Hanging around

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


It’s now Day 3

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