Werewolf VI (the saga continues in a rather continuous way)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

He was swiftly caught and bound to the stretching apparatus. Inch by inch, the villagers lengthened his small frame.

"This was not" he screamed in agony, "the way I had envisioned reaching six feet!"

Not very long after, every organ had ruptured, save his skin, leaving TGWBS a rather lumpy, but tall, corpse.

His spirit floated gently upward, caught on an unfelt breeze. The pearlescent shadow grimaced at his broken shell. "Nice job." he muttered rebelliously.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" cried a villager.

"Actually, I think I'm getting better." he replied, floating with supreme unconcern toward the body still bound to the frame.

"No you're not... you'll be stone dead in a moment." As soon as it was said, the last recognizable traits of TGWBS's spirit fell away from his body with a resounding thud.

"Well..." he said. "In that case." And floated away forever.

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The italics are what I crossed out after narrating Gil-Galad's death. This was written before I assigned roles, which is why there's no mention of being a Sherriff in there. It would have been tweaked a little before posting, but that was my initial idea for his death.

Had the wolves gotten him, instead of the village doing it, they would have discovered his body attached to the whatchamayapsit in the morning.