They had been informed about their horrid situation by the Parrot when they reached the Great Hall. Had they been humans, they would have been at each others' throats in minutes. There would have been the usual banter of Men, accusations thrown randomly around and people offended by others’ harsh words and attitudes.
Happily humans hadn’t yet been invented.
And behold! These noble Elves sat around the table in the Great Hall and started a civilized and learned discussion about possible options and theories – even speculating the nature of theories in general and their usefulness. There was also some debate on the nature of the horrid bird-creatures haunting them, arguments concerning the theory of probability and the correct mathemathical deductions from it and naturally stories of old were recounted.
“I knew those beastly little birds were no good the minute I laid eyes on them! I wanted to beat them off the ice, but noooo... you all said ‘Oh, they're cute, don't hurt them’ and ‘They're just pulling us to safety’”, began the phantom.
All the Elves hadn’t had similar feelings though:
“Those poor pretty penguins...I just never expected they might be evil!” Jenny said, evidently shocked.
“I have failed in my duty to protect the Lady Eonwe, and I am greatly shamed for it” Roa, Elenwë’s personal guard, admitted, “I will try to regain my honor by taking revenge on the beasts who harmed my mistress.”
“Failed to protect the "Lady Eonwe", huh? I believe you meant "Lady Elenwë". Are we preoccupied a bit there Roa?” Eonwe replied, pulling a face to her – clearly recalling the numerous times in the past he had been taken for a female.
“I say we get all of this over with quick and kill EOMER! Yar! Hahahahahahahaha!” Dimwë the half-wit suggested. Then, with a sigh, she continued: “Ha. Er, what was that? Well pffifle it all.”
“Well, this is all very civilised”, Lalaith commented.
And for a while it continued in a civilised manner as especially Boromir and Roa were entangled in a debate.
“Roa there is a common misconception about theories, everyone seems to think it's just baseless and preposterous. Now a true theory is a hypothesis based UPON facts. So, the facts are sitting out there and then based on those facts you form a hypothesis which = theory”, defined Boromir.
“As I stated previously- I said I wasn't one for theories, but I never said don't state them. I did, however, say that we should be wary of baseless arguments, because they are, in fact, baseless”, argued Roa, “The truth is, you can postulate all day long, but in the end hard evidence, like what is provided in summaries and analysis, can't be denied with any sort of reasonableness, unlike a theory which can be shown false.”
“There's a difference between going through every post on each person and reciting what they said (which is a summary) and going through the posts and staying one's feelings on everyone (which I would call analysis)”, Boro replied with yet another definition.
“While theories are supported by facts, they are not, in themselves, fact, and someone who seems eager to have us adhere to one theory as fact is directly misleading us”, Roa claimed.
The debate went on and on. Some of the Elves found it a bit boring, but Boro and Roa obviously didn’t.
“I say we lynch Lalaith. She tries too hard to seem helpful”, Encaitare suggested.
“Nah, let’s lynch Kitanna. She’s too careless”, spawn disagreed.
“No! Boromir is the most suspicious. He’s over-defensive”, Lalaith said.
All of them got some support, especially lynching Lalaith.
When the situation started to look quite bad for her, she sighed: “An innocent Lalaith, might, as Ang so nicely says, be an asset to the village but a Seer Lalaith is definitely so.” She added: “Boromir is a werepenguin, by the way.”
“Oohh! You tricksey”, Valier cried, “Let’s kill him!”
“Alright”, Macalaure agreed.
“Let’s kill Lalaith – no, let’s kill Boro!” Naria dropped in suddenly, a bit confused.
“Yes, let’s cast him to a gorge!” the phantom called.
“And let’s chain him first so that he can’t escape” added Kitanna.
They carried the chained Boromir to the cleft they had marked when they had gotten ashore last evening. As they reached the cleft, they felt their burden lighten. To their horror they saw Boromir morph. He shrunk and started to grow black feathers, his arms changed to little wings and his eyebrows became long and yellow.
Scared, the Boro-penguins carriers dropped him down. The Rockhopper penguin faced them defiantly, ignoring his chains. “I still say that a summary and an analysis are not the same thing”, he screaked.
“That’s enough!” Roa shouted, “Push him down!”
“Down with the werepenguins!” Lalaith agreed and helped Roa push the Rockhopper into the void.
He screamed as he fell.
~ The Dead ~
Nogrod - a troubadour, singer –
mod,
blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Thinlómien - a troubadour, harpist –
mod,
blowed up in the Big Bang on Night1
Boromir88 - The Mouth of Turgon –
werepenguin,
cast into a gorge on Day1
~ The Living ~
Anguirel - Lalwende's semi-canonical lutenist and Findis's demi-canonical flautist
dancing spawn of ungoliant - animals' dung cleaning specialist
Diamond18 - Dimwë the half-wit second cousin of Elenwë
Encaitare - A standard-bearer
Eonwe - Turgon's herald
Firefoot - Aredhel's friend
JennyHallu - An Embroiderer, lost, not related
Kitanna - servant who empties and cleans chamber pots
Lalaith - Aredhel's tutoress
Macalaure - Turgon's nephew and part-time-repentant kinslayer
Naria - Family's goat herder
the phantom - Ecthelion's hotheaded nephew and personal squire
Roa_Aoife - Elenwë's personal guard
Valier - Elenwe's personal chamber maid
Night 2 begins now.
Werepenguins start PMing.
Seer, ranger and penguins send your picks to Nogrod.