WW LXXXII: Return to Tol-in-Gaurhoth

[Thinlómien]

Always, someone has to go. Tonight, the Elves thought they had had enough of Skip's pining after Finduilas, the beautiful lady of Nargothrond. He himself, of course, called it courtly love.

"Besides, you cannot kill me, I'm a hunter!" he protested.
"We are all hunters," Greenie pointed out. "That's why were chosen for this expedition in the first place."
"But I am the hunter," Skip clarified.
"That you are not," said Wilwarin, coldly.
"No, I'm not," Skip admitted. "But I'm still an innocent man."
"I don't believe that," said Inziladun.
"Puppy eyes?" Skip tried, desperate.
"Puppy eyes? Does that mean you're a werewolf?" Lottie asked sharply.
"No! I'm innocent! Please believe me! Please! Don't let the wolves kill us all!" But no one believed him, of course.

Ozban and Nogrod grabbed Skip, ready to escort him to the edge of the crack in the floor.
"Please don't make me fall. Let me die in some other way, die like a man."
"There aren't many options," Eönwë said. "Unless you want to be stoned. There should be spare rocks around."

"Stoned...," sighed Skip.
"Like a stone I was before I first saw thee,
before thy sunlight set my soul free.
You are a maiden most beautiful,
to thee belongs my heart, so faithful.
Oh Finduilas! Thy beauty like the spring morning,
my heart full of love and yearning.
Oh Finduilas! Thy..."

"I say we get done with it," said Greenie and picked a stone. Hastily, Nogrod and Ozban retreated, and soon the air was full of flying stones, and Skip's poetry and burning love were silenced for ever.

When the last rock clattered on the floor the Elves finally saw Skip's remains. There wasn't much there, mostly blood and no trace of fur or anything else unordinary.


~*~



The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4

The Living
Green - veteran hunter with a striking resemblance to an opossum
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter


Night5 has started. Wolves, feel free to conspire. Hunter, feel free to hunt. Others, please sleep.