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Thinlómien · 11-12-2007, 01:02 PM

A clear voice came amidst the sound of falling water.

”Ei múmitaloa lucita yócsi, hei múmí! Cun hamara hípú yo tahtien vyócsi, hei múmí...! Nyt carceloi cansa ya cunnailla soi, cas múmeilta elamá opia voi... hei múmí!”

Tuor recognised both the song and the voice instantly. It had to be Glorfindel, singing the famous battle (and bath) song of the House of the Golden Flower. Tuor couldn't help smiling. So his friend was alive and well and as cheerful as usual. Sighing, Tuor retreated back to the shadows. It was better that they did not see each other. It was better Glorfindel wouldn't see him at all and that he did not see Glorfindel in his disguise. If they knew each other, they might not be able to hide their friendship and thus their mission would be risked.

~*~

Eärendil took off his miner's clothes. Pretending to be an adult was harder than he had expected. He folded up the clothes and hid them behind a stone. Resolutely, he walked into the little brook, curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

~*~

”Who is it? Who is calling me?”
”Don't you know my voice, darling, don't you know?”
”You shouldn't be here.”
”You shouldn't be here either.”
”You know I must be here. But you don't have to.”
”I couldn't be without you any longer.”
”It is not a reason to risk your life.”
”Maybe love is more important to me than it is to you.”
”Oh, let's not start quarrelling, my love, it has been so long since we last met.”
”I guess it depends on what you consider a long time...”
”Every second without you feels like a hundred years.”

~*~

”He said he suspects some spies have arrived from the City”, said the Balrog with Swing.
”Then we must act”, said the Balrog with Bling.
”That shall we do”, agreed the Balrog who Sings.

They decided to make the roof of the passageway collapse. They started whipping the roof with their fiery whips and the Balrog who Sings started singing:

”Just whistle while you work
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
So hum a merry tune”

”What's going on?” Thinlómion the Old Miner asked grumpily. ”You woke me up. Who are you and what are you doing to the roof?”
”We are da Werebalrogs, dude!” the Balrog with Bling replied enthusiastically.
”And we're making the passageway collapse”, the Balrog with Swing continued easily.
”Don't let it bother you, forget your troubles,
Try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee”, the Balrog who Sings adviced the old miner.

”Stop right now, thank you very much! You foul creatures of Morgoth! I'll wake the others and they'll kill you!” Thinlómion shouted.
”That you're not going to do”, warned the Balrog with Swing and picked the elf up. He rose up and started flying around the cave in circles.

”Do balrogs have wings?” the Balrog with Swing asked casually.
”What?” asked Thinlómion.
”Do balrogs have wings?”
”Of course they don't!” Thinlómion shouted, horrified by the unnatural idea, ”There's nothing in the books that states they have actual wings!”
”A pity”, said the Balrog with Swing, ”then we must fall. Because I can't fly without wings.”

They fell together. The old miner's frail bones broke when he hit the stony floor. His twisted body was surrounded by a great shadowy fire. Then the Balrog with Swing emerged from the flame and bowed. His companions applauded. He grinned. ”Now let's get back to work.”

~*~

The miners woke up when the passageway roof came crashing down. In the chaos that followed, no one noticed that three of the miners didn't actually look like they had just woken up nor that there was one miner whose hair was dripping water.

”What the Utumno is happening here?!” satansaloser2005 shouted.
”The roof of the passageway just collapsed!” Nogrod roared.
”We're in a dead end”, screamed Lhunardawen.
”We are trapped”, The Might said, fear in his voice.
”Don't worry! We have plenty of space here, so we're not going to suffocate”, Mithalwen said.
”Besides, there's a brook running over there and we all have food with us, don't we?” Volo said cheerfully.
”This doesn't look so bad, after all”, Kath concluded.
”But this does!” Gil-Galad said, upset, ”come and see what's happened here!”

Thinlómion's body was laying on the floor, half buried among the fallen stones. The other old miner, Aganwë, was kneeling by his body and weeping. ”Wake up, dear”, he sobbed.
”Oh Valar, Thinlómion is dead”, Legate of Amon Lanc whispered.
”What happened here?” Naria asked Aganwë.
”I don't know. Leave me alone, I don't want to see you, leave me alone!”, he screamed.
”I think he's gone crazy”, Shastanis Althreduin said in a low voice.
”Poor old man”, Macalaure said empathically.
”Go away! And don't disturb me unless you really need something. I don't care. My world has fallen apart. Kill each other or something, I don't care”, Aganwë said in a broken voice.
”I think we'd better leave him alone”, Brinniel suggested.

They moved away from the dead man and his grieving friend.
”Horrible things happen in this world”, Nerwen said, shaking.
”What shall we do?” Rikae asked hopelessly.

”There are three werebalrogs among you. Wipe them out. All of them”, a mighty unearthly voice bellowed from the little brook.

”Ulmo”, Eärendil whispered.

~ written by Thinlómien and Aganzir

~*~

Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - killed by a wingless balrog on Night1

Living
Brinniel
Gil-Galad
Kath
Legate of Amon Lanc
Lhunardawen
Macalaure
Mithalwen
Naria
Nerwen
Nogrod
Rikae
satansaloser2005
Shastanis Althreduin
The Might
Volo

Day1 starts. Elf miners and the ones disguised as such (in other words, all of you players), you can start discussing.

11-12-2007, 01:02 PM	#4
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,385	Day1 dawns A clear voice came amidst the sound of falling water. ”Ei múmitaloa lucita yócsi, hei múmí! Cun hamara hípú yo tahtien vyócsi, hei múmí...! Nyt carceloi cansa ya cunnailla soi, cas múmeilta elamá opia voi... hei múmí!” Tuor recognised both the song and the voice instantly. It had to be Glorfindel, singing the famous battle (and bath) song of the House of the Golden Flower. Tuor couldn't help smiling. So his friend was alive and well and as cheerful as usual. Sighing, Tuor retreated back to the shadows. It was better that they did not see each other. It was better Glorfindel wouldn't see him at all and that he did not see Glorfindel in his disguise. If they knew each other, they might not be able to hide their friendship and thus their mission would be risked. ~~ Eärendil took off his miner's clothes. Pretending to be an adult was harder than he had expected. He folded up the clothes and hid them behind a stone. Resolutely, he walked into the little brook, curled up in a ball and fell asleep. ~~ ”Who is it? Who is calling me?” ”Don't you know my voice, darling, don't you know?” ”You shouldn't be here.” ”You shouldn't be here either.” ”You know I must be here. But you don't have to.” ”I couldn't be without you any longer.” ”It is not a reason to risk your life.” ”Maybe love is more important to me than it is to you.” ”Oh, let's not start quarrelling, my love, it has been so long since we last met.” ”I guess it depends on what you consider a long time...” ”Every second without you feels like a hundred years.” ~~ ”He said he suspects some spies have arrived from the City”, said the Balrog with Swing. ”Then we must act”, said the Balrog with Bling. ”That shall we do”, agreed the Balrog who Sings. They decided to make the roof of the passageway collapse. They started whipping the roof with their fiery whips and the Balrog who Sings started singing: ”Just whistle while you work And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place So hum a merry tune” ”What's going on?” Thinlómion* the Old Miner asked grumpily. ”You woke me up. Who are you and what are you doing to the roof?” ”We are da Werebalrogs, dude!” the Balrog with Bling replied enthusiastically. ”And we're making the passageway collapse”, the Balrog with Swing continued easily. ”Don't let it bother you, forget your troubles, Try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee”, the Balrog who Sings adviced the old miner. ”Stop right now, thank you very much! You foul creatures of Morgoth! I'll wake the others and they'll kill you!” Thinlómion shouted. ”That you're not going to do”, warned the Balrog with Swing and picked the elf up. He rose up and started flying around the cave in circles. ”Do balrogs have wings?” the Balrog with Swing asked casually. ”What?” asked Thinlómion. ”Do balrogs have wings?” ”Of course they don't!” Thinlómion shouted, horrified by the unnatural idea, ”There's nothing in the books that states they have actual wings!” ”A pity”, said the Balrog with Swing, ”then we must fall. Because I can't fly without wings.” They fell together. The old miner's frail bones broke when he hit the stony floor. His twisted body was surrounded by a great shadowy fire. Then the Balrog with Swing emerged from the flame and bowed. His companions applauded. He grinned. ”Now let's get back to work.” ~~ The miners woke up when the passageway roof came crashing down. In the chaos that followed, no one noticed that three of the miners didn't actually look like they had just woken up nor that there was one miner whose hair was dripping water. ”What the Utumno is happening here?!” satansaloser2005* shouted. ”The roof of the passageway just collapsed!” Nogrod roared. ”We're in a dead end”, screamed Lhunardawen. ”We are trapped”, The Might said, fear in his voice. ”Don't worry! We have plenty of space here, so we're not going to suffocate”, Mithalwen said. ”Besides, there's a brook running over there and we all have food with us, don't we?” Volo said cheerfully. ”This doesn't look so bad, after all”, Kath concluded. ”But this does!” Gil-Galad said, upset, ”come and see what's happened here!” Thinlómion's body was laying on the floor, half buried among the fallen stones. The other old miner, Aganwë, was kneeling by his body and weeping. ”Wake up, dear”, he sobbed. ”Oh Valar, Thinlómion is dead”, Legate of Amon Lanc whispered. ”What happened here?” Naria asked Aganwë. ”I don't know. Leave me alone, I don't want to see you, leave me alone!”, he screamed. ”I think he's gone crazy”, Shastanis Althreduin said in a low voice. ”Poor old man”, Macalaure said empathically. ”Go away! And don't disturb me unless you really need something. I don't care. My world has fallen apart. Kill each other or something, I don't care”, Aganwë said in a broken voice. ”I think we'd better leave him alone”, Brinniel suggested. They moved away from the dead man and his grieving friend. ”Horrible things happen in this world”, Nerwen said, shaking. ”What shall we do?” Rikae asked hopelessly. ”There are three werebalrogs among you. Wipe them out. All of them”, a mighty unearthly voice bellowed from the little brook. ”Ulmo”, Eärendil whispered. ~ written by Thinlómien and Aganzir ~~ Dead Thinlómien (mod)* - killed by a wingless balrog on Night1 Living Brinniel Gil-Galad Kath Legate of Amon Lanc Lhunardawen Macalaure Mithalwen Naria Nerwen Nogrod Rikae satansaloser2005 Shastanis Althreduin The Might Volo Day1 starts. Elf miners and the ones disguised as such (in other words, all of you players), you can start discussing. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris