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Three times they attacked. Three times they were defied. The fourth attack took place. The two werewolves creapt quietly towards their victim, looking around in fear of the mysterious archer.
But tonight nobody came.
Mithalwen saw horrible nightmares. A great host of Orcs raided little villages. People screamed and fell. Houses burned and fell. The sky was filled with smoke. Mithalwen opened her eyes.

Morning dawned above Amon Rûdh and the Outlaws gathered around in high spirit. They didn't notice that one of them was not present until Mîm walked out with a grave face.
"Won't you see that one of you is missing", the old Dwarf said.
And then Mithalwen's name was cried. The Outlaws ran to her room to see a sight unworthy existance. Mithalwen was impaled to her bed with an iron bar.
Brinniel gasped, for Mithalwen's bloodstained hair was golden. "Nienor my beloved sister. Why did you come here seeking for our doom?" Brinniel was no woman, she was Túrin in disguise. He let hold of Nienor's cold hand and drew his sword.

"I know it is all your work, Lhuna! But I am not going to let you go away just easily!"
Lhuna yelled. "Disarm him-"
Swiftly, Túrin swung his blade and blood covered Lhuna's. Lhuna, staring in astonishment on her open wound, gave out a cry of pain, but didn't fall. She backed a bit and roared at Tùrin. "So we meet at your doom."
Lhuna grew in size and hair, but Túrin's rage was cold. Soon the Outlaws saw a dead Wolf before them.

Túrin wept for Nienor. Then he drew forth his sword, and said: "Hail Gurthang, iron of death, thou alone now remainest! But what lord or loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee? From no blood wilt thou shrink! Wilt thou take Túrin? Wilt thou slay me swiftly?"
And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: "Yea, I will drink thy blood, that I may forget the blood of Xyzzy, and the blood of Nogrod slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly."
Then Túrin set the hilts upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black blade took his life.

The remaining outlaws stood on the top of the hill, silent. In the skies above, white stars started to fade. Some of the outlaws trembled, but it was not just for the cold of morning. "Let us go inside," someone spoke at least, and the men and women one by one slowly walked into the cave. But Mîm remained on the brink of the hill a long time, alone, and as the red sun rose in the east, his silhouette was to be seen against the lightened sky.

Thus ended the tale of the Children of Húrin, the most sorrowful tale among all the lays of ancient days. But the tale of the Outlaws of Amon Rűdh was not at the end yet.



The inhabitants of Amon Rűdh – dead:

Ibun son of Mîm, killed by a Werewolf on Night 1
Shasta alias Saeros, outnumbered and stabbed on Day 1
Xyzzy the Outlaw, stoned to death on Day 2
Nogrod the old Outlaw, caught off his guard on Day 3
Isabellkya the Outlaw, cut off her words on Day 4
Mithalwen alias Nienor, imaled to her bed by the Wolves on Night 5
Lhunardawen the Werewolf, slayed by Túrin on Night 5
Brinniel alias Túrin, let Gurthang drink his blood on Night 5

The inhabitants of Amon Rűdh – living:
Mîm the Petty Dwarf
Rikae
Macalaure
Gil-Galad
the guy who be short

Day 5 begins.