The Lady Wormtongue wandered to her favorite moping spot outside the village, where the cliff faced out over the valley, and sat to watch the sun rise. She sighed, and remembered her Grima whining about the "Nassty yellow face", and a tear dropped from her eye.
"Stupid wizard," she sniffed to herself.
A figure materialized out of the woods. "No-one should walk alone, especially in these troubled times," it said.
"I'm always alone," replied Enca.
"I know what it is you seek. Rest assured, it is very near."
"All I want is to see my Grima again, but that is impossible. Three nameless Hobbit archers took care of
that."
"I know."
The figure suddenly grea larger. "You shall see your Grima soon," it said, and its voice had grown with its figure.
The Bear roared, and charged. Enca stood bravely at the edge of the cliff, and met the onslaught. It was of course, no contest, and the Beorning swept her off the cliff.
"Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmaaaaaaaaa!" The cry echoed through the valley, and even years later, when a visitor chanced to shout a "Hello!" over the cliff, it would come back as "Grrrriiiimmmaaaalllo!"
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Meanwhile, in the Village, two stealthy forms crept into a house, and gathered by the bedside of the occupant. They reached out clawed hands and...turned the lights on.
Firefoot sat up with a snap. "Whu? I wa'nt asleep! There was a fly in my eye and I was trapping it!"
Then she focused, and it left her speechless. There in front of her were two intruders dressed in bright clothes, odd wiggs and large red noses.
"What..." she began, but the two interrupted her.
"Hello!" they cried. "We're here to entertain you!"
"I don't want to be entertained," she said, but it was more of a question than a fact. "I have to be well-rested and alert for tomorrow, as I have important conversations to engage in."
The intruders merely started to dance and caper about, performing strange gymnastic feats. Firefoot watched hypnotically, as if to ascertain wether or not she was dreaming.
The intruders stopped their dance, and stood grinning at her.
"You liked that? Wait 'til you see our encore!" Then they struck. Firefoot put up a great struggle, but in the end she was overcome. They left her crumpled body in the middle of the room, with her Sherriff's badge atop it. Then the Wolves snuck away muttering.
"Why did I have to wear the pink? I look so silly!"
"Shut up and help me get this fake nose off..."
The Villagers were dismayed the next morning when they found the signs by the cliff, and the body of Firefoot. When they removed her body, only one stayed behind in her cabin to check in their secret hiding place for a letter.
Living:
Arcticstorm
Boromir88
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant
Durelin
Gil-Galad
Gurthang
Laitaine
Lalaith
littlemanpoet
Meneltarmacil
Nonnacedak
SamwiseGamgee
The Saucepan Man
Wilwa
Dead:
Oddwen (Mod) - Skeletonized by Wolves on NIGHT 1
Mithalwen (Werewolf) - Cheesily lynched on DAY 1
Alcarillo (Villager) - Smashed to bits on NIGHT 2
Mormegil (Villager) - Blown away on NIGHT 2
CaptainofDespair (Ranger) - Innocent blood rejected by nature, received by men on DAY 2
Encaitare (Villager) - Thrown off a cliff by a Bear on NIGHT 3
Firefoot (Sherriff) - Killed by clowns on NIGHT 3
It is now DAY 3. Wolves stop PMing, Sherriff...uh, nevermind.