Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the door.  It was a man!  Men did not come often to the Barrow-Downs, and never at this hour.  Yet another look showed that it was not a man, but a body.  The lifeless form appeared grey and dreary.  He carried a sword in front of him with both hands, and wore a dark cloak that hid most of his features.  He was of a tall sort, but did not look to be stout.  No one at the party recognized him, for he was not a member of the Downs.  His reason for coming was different. 
 
A voice arose then, though the man's lips did not stir.  The few that remained started as they realized that the sound was coming from the sword! 
 
"Greetings and Happy Birthday!  I have come to partake in the festivites, such as I can.  I have come with the aid of one who exists only to carry and serve me.  I am Gurthang, the Black Sword, Brother of Anglachel, Destroyer of Glaurung, the Bane of Turin." 
 
A pleased gasp spread through the barrow, as well as a few giggles at the slightly over-dramatized entrance.  The party went back to normal.  Gurthang faded into the background, adding a bit to each conversation over the course of the night, but never lingering at one for too long.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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