[Shelob]

(Early morning, shortly after the sun has risen. The moon has not yet set and can been seen just above the ridge of the Western mountains. The village square is as empty as it was left the evening before.)

Voice from the well: Sooth…sooth… (fading) sooth…

(Enter SPM, FARAEL, MORM, AIWENDIL, GLIRDAN, FORM, DANCING SPAWN, NILP, LHUNA, EOMER, LMP, KATH, GARIN, ANGUIREL, CELUIEN, TAR-ANCALIME, BOROMIR88, from various points within the town.)

Formedacil: Look at the moon, how strange the moon seems. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and has little white doves for feet.
Lhunardawen: Why thank you, though I wouldn’t say the moon is quite as pretty as I am.
Form: Huh? What was that?
Mormegil: (exasperated) Knights.
Voice from the well: (very faint) Sooth…
Farael: Does anyone else hear that?
Celuien: Ribbit.
Kath: That?
Farael: No, not Celuien.
Anguirel: You mean the person saying “sooth”?
Dancing Spawn: Now that you mention it I think I did hear someone saying “sooth”. It sounded rather like it was coming from the well.

(The villagers proceed to go crowd around and look down the well)

Tar-Ancalime: Can anyone see anything?
Eomer of the Rohirrim: I can see the back of your head. Maybe if we stopped crowding and got some light we could see what was down there.

(They do so.)

Glirdan: It’s Holbytlass!
Boromir88: Holby! Holby! Are you alright? Quick somebody get rope and see if we can get her out of there.

(NILP runs to get from rope from where he fixes fishing nets. The Villagers manage to pull up the now fully dead HOLBYTLASS)

Nilp: We’re too late, she’s dead.
Aiwendil: But she was just alive, we heard her saying “sooth”.
Saucepan Man: I wonder why she was saying sooth anyway, you’d think you’d be calling out for help if you were trapped in a well.
Glirdan: Her eyes! Look at them!

(The villagers take a moment to look closer, Holby’s eyes have been pulled from their sockets. The eyes themselves are probably still down in the well, but the wolves had kindly left two notes stuffed in the sockets to make up for the absence of the eyes.)

Littleman Poet: (taking the note from Holby’s left socket and reading it) “Lest she see more, prevent it”
Garin: (taking the other note and reading it) “Out, Vile Jelly!”
Lhuna: She was our seer wasn’t she, the werewolves killed our Seer…

(Some villagers nod in agreement, all are stunned by this turn of events. The moon dips behind the mountains as the villagers begin their DAY)

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Living:
Saucepan Man
Farael
Mormegil
Aiwendil
Glirdan
Formendacil
Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant
Nilpaurion Felagund
Lhunardawen
Eomer of the Rohirrim
Littlemanpoet
Kath
Garin
Anguirel
Celuien
Tar-Ancalime
Boromir88

Dead:
Shelob (Mod)--Killed by wolves on NIGHT 1
Abercrombie (Mod)--Killed while Yeti-Spotting on NIGHT 1
Gil-Galad (Ordinary)--Lynched at the close of DAY 1
Holbytlass (True Seer)—Gloucester-ized and welled on NIGHT 2

DAY 2 has now begun, you people know what to do.