Werewolf XXX - Tol-in-Elendili - The Isle of the Were-Faithfuls

[Macalaure]

One more dark night was passing, and once more four Faithfuls wandered over the island to seek a victim of their choice. Late, they knocked at the door of Rikae.

“What do you want?” said Rikae’s voice from inside, but nobody answered her.

“Who are you?” she said, with fear in her voice. She dared not to open, but she didn’t had to, because in this moment the door was now broken down with force. Four hooded figures entered her room and stood around her bed. One of them stepped forward.

“You are the High Priest of Sauron the Accursed, aren’t you?" asked the one "If you know so much then, you will surely know the song that was once sung by this lands’ people?”

“I do not know what you speak of!”

“I see. So let me sing it to you:

The father made the World for Elves and Mortals, and he gave it into the hands of the Lords. They are in the West. They are holy, blessed and beloved: save the dark one. To all they gave in measure the gifts of Ilúvatar.
The world is fair, the sky, the seas, the earth, and all that is in them. Lovely is Númenor. But my heart resteth not here for ever, for here is ending.

And, indeed, there will be one ending: right here and right now.”

And right at these words one of the others came forward and thrusted a sharpened iron tube into Rikae and she answered their questions no more.

*~*

Once again, two persons were missed when the Númenoreans assembled in the morning, for Glirdan was gone as well. They searched his hut, but found nothing. Then they went for Rikae’s. They saw the broken door and evil dawned on them.

There, in the middle of the room lay Rikae, if it was her at all. Her body was grossly disfigured into the shape of a ship, with three iron tubes sticking from her like chimneys and her eyes hanging from the side like anchors.

All people that were present fell silent in horror...

“Let’s look at it positively:” said Gil-Galad after a while “Rikae will now go without the wind, and many parts of her are made of metal that shears hidden rocks, and she will not sink in calm or storm.”

“But she is no longer fair to look upon.” responded Brinniel, overtly disgusted.

Thus they brought Rikae to the sea and they let her remains fare into the west, to follow her King.

*~*

Back on the hill, they saw a new body upon the heap of corpses that piled upon Garin. Glirdan lay there, dead, and his blood covered the other dead. A letter lay there as well, but nobody bothered to read it this time. Only rolling eyes and shaking heads were seen: This approach was not going to work...

*~*

The Dead:

Macalaure (mod) - brutally killed by Faithfuls in Night One
Garin (ordo) - decapitated with a scythe on Day One
Holbytlass (ordo) - committed suicide to revive Garin in Night Two
The Might (ordo) - committed suicide to help Holbytlass reviving Garin in Night Two
Roa_Aoife (Tar-Míriel / cobbler) - stabbed to death on Day Two
Rikae (High Priest of Annatar / seer) - killed and reformed into a ship by Faithfuls in Night Three
Glirdan (ordo) - another one who committed suicide to revive Garin


The Living:

Brinniel
Durelin
Gil-Galad
the guy who be short
Hookbill the Goomba
Kath
Kitanna
Lalaith
Legate of Amon Lanc
Mänwe
Mithalwen
Nogrod
Rune Son of Bjarne
The Saucepan Man
Thinlómien