[Rikae]

With two of their number claiming to be seers, there was only one thing to do...kill them both and let God(ess) sort 'em out.
Some of the Downers' hearts were softened by the impassioned arguments of the handsome and charming Macalaure...

...but not enough of them.

Anguirel, who happened to have the knife bequeathed to him by his assassin grandfather, grew bored with the arguments. “this may seem like an exciting day, but it's actually pretty mundane”, he remarked, and casually tossed the knife at Macalaure. It was still sharp, and embedded itself deep in the self-proclaimed seer's leg. Mac, who seemed strangely amused by the proceedings, pulled the knife back out of his thigh and proceeded to lick the blood off it with great delight...

...this repulsive performance was halted by the robot Treebeard (and Legate, with his remote control). The giant ent-foot came down upon Macalaure with a sickening crunch – blood spurted in all directions, and Legate applauded...

...but when Treebeard's foot lifted again, Macalaure, though no longer quite so handsome, was still twitching. Aganzir, thinking quickly, grabbed an axe and embedded it in his nervous system...

...but this only had the effect of enraging the 7th orc, who struggled to his feet and lashed out at Volo. His fingernails suddenly lengthened and grew clawlike; his teeth took on the appearance of fangs; and it seemed to the onlookers that he was slightly...hairier.
Kath tripped the switch on one of the trebuchets, hurling a chunk of Minas Tirith at the creature with incredible force. It hit its target, and the Downers cheered...
...until Macalaure crawled out of the crater in the floor, grinning wolfishly, and spit on the piece of architecture that had failed to hurt him in the slightest.

Aganzir swung the axe once again, lopping off his arm, but the semi-lupine son of Fëanor simply took the limb in his other hand, lit it on fire, and pursued Volo brandishing his makeshift torch.
Volo paused in front of a door marked “danger: inflammable”. “Does that mean it does burn, or it doesn't?” he mused – but as the tenacious Macalaure had nearly reached him, he had no time to ponder the matter any longer, but opened the door and stepped to the side.

The now fully transformed Wolfalaure had no time to stop, and plunged headlong into a room full of gunpowder with a lit “torch” in hand.

There was, for the second time in the filming, a deafening explosion, and warg-parts rained down upon the cast and crew.

“Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!” Gil-Galad gloated...

but before the words were out of his mouth, a swarm of green termites came out of NOWHERE and devoured what was left of Macalaure.

You have lynched the mod's lover. Game over. Village loses. Wolves lose. Lovers lose.
Just kidding.

“You're immortal anyway, right?” Gil comforted Volo.

“Um...well...”

“Why don't we work it into the filming?” Di suggested, so they dragged Andy Serkis' successor to the Mount Doom set (complete with Real Molten Lava *tm). “Now just trip and fall, Volo. We'll see who's right, and who is dead...”

But Volo hesitated on the edge. “I'm not...I mean...”

“Cold feet? Let me help you!” cried SpaM, and with a running tackle, he shoved the Medium over the edge.

“Well, that wasn't exactly canonical...” Shasta remarked.

Volo sank into the lava, and vanished. Ashes floated to the top. His bluff had failed...

...but a ring of smoke rose from the lava and circled among the Downers, as if examining them. After stopping at each in turn, it slowly dissolved in their midst.

Day 4 is over. Night 5 descends. Do your thing.

The Cast and Crew

Reached the finish line:

Rikae (Mod) – CG Animator, Rendered and Lighted on Night1
The Sixth Wizard (Ordo) – Protester against Dwarven Comic Relief, Buried in Skulls on Day1
Mithalwen (Ordo) Galadriel– Illuminated...(Electrocuted) on Night2
Boromir88 (Ordo)- Sir Boromir, playing Denethor- Set a record for sprinting while on fire on Day2
Durelin (Ordo)- Special Effects Pyrotechnician-Burst over Bywater on Night3
Thinlómien (Ranger/Assassin)- Non-Winged Balrog-Took a little tumble on Night3
Brinniel (Wolf)-Wacky Foley Artist – Made a lot of noise on Day3
Xyzzy (Ordo)- Young Fanboy-Left breathless on Night4
Rune (Ranger/Spy)-Tolkien geek who is ecstatic about being an Elf extra - got out of character on Night4
Macalaure (Wolf)- The 7th orc in the 3rd row - Proved remarkably difficult to kill on Day4
Volo (Medium) - Gollum - Pushed, didn't fall on Day4

Lagging behind:

Legate of Amon Lanc - Sound Master/Saruman
Shastanis Althreduin - Legolas' stunt double
The Saucepan Man- Set Catering Manager
Anguirel- Celeborn
Kath - Make-up Artist
Gil-Galad - Zombie-Gil-Galad
Aganzir - Smeagol
Diamond18 - Lady in charge of Wigs and all other False Hairpieces