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Eomer of the Rohirrim (in after days, Aimé of Mordor) woke up, and instantly wished he hadn't. He had thought the Black Land was horrible, but the pain of this miserable little village was now dominating his consciousness. Or maybe that feeling was down to a night spent sleeping in a bed about as comfortable as a grave. Eomer did not care to think too hard about it; his mind could be occupied only with the bizarre events of yesterday.
He had been swept off his feet from the wide hostile land of Mordor into the midst of this Ridiculous Party Gathering (hereafter referred to as RPG) and he wasn't sure if he should accept it. "Why am I here?" he wailed, a little too loudly. It caused a very tall blond fellow to stare weirdly at him. This guy looked right at home among the fear, suspicion and acute paranoia; he was enjoying it! Eomer supposed that the man probably lived in Dol Gaurgauroth. He didn't know him, anyway. But of course! Eomer didn't know anyone in this place. Except...
He scanned the group and found the girl. Running lightly towards her, he noticed a sort of fog forming around him. He stopped, and the fog started to disappear. Strange, thought he, and went for the girl again. The fog returned, enabling Eomer to retain a curious kind of invisibility, and ensuring that his movements could not be recorded. Sweet.
"Alli" he called as the fog disappeared: now visible, he saw that he had reached the girl, who looked somewhat different today.
"Oh...yyyes, dear! How are you?" She smiled a smile which could be described only as devilish. Eomer started as he realised that he had been mistaken.
"Excuse me, miss" he said. "Only, you do bear a resemblance to Alli; and she's the one person I know here."
"Oh you poor thing!" the girl replied. "In that case you must get to know me." The smile never left her lips, but now her voice lowered to a husky whisper. She stared deeply into Eomer's eyes, in a way that professional hypnotists can only dream of [not that I'm suggesting professional hypnotists desire to gaze into my eyes—or am I?] "You mustn't be led by that Alli girl. She will be a bad influence on you, won't you let me tell you why? My name is Fea."
How could Eomer resist? So far, Alli had hunted him down, claimed to know a deep dark secret of his, brought him into this RPG catastrophe, and left him alone among these strange terrifying people. Conversely, Fea had been nothing but sugar and spice and all things nice. She took his hand, and led him to the village wishing-well, subconsciously intentional, if that.
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