In the Footsteps of the Grey Company RPG

[the real findorfin]

Gorthroth was thrown back from his adversary as the wave hit him. he hit the far wall and groaned. Across the hall Cersed lay dazed but Gaeriel was gone, free from her body and free from eevrything.

Gorthroth rose quickly, determined to put an end to Cersed while he was still weak. He was severly weakened by Gaeriel's suicide, but he was still more than a match for Cersed. He raised the wight up from the ground and held him against the wall.

"Long have I waited," Gorthroth said, spitting menacingly, "to see you end. And now it has come."

Cersed roared with anger and kicked out, catching Gorthroth in the leg. He dropped Cersed as he fell and the weaker wight attacked with ferocity. Swords forgotten, the two adversaries fought with hands and teeth, bitting and tearing at one another. But finally, Gorthroth threw Cersed away and with a final effort, plunged his hand into Cersed's insubstantial form, right to the core of his being. The wight cried in terror and pain and his body wafted away on the air and was gone. Gorthroth roared in annoyance. He had hoped to feed on Cersed, but the wight had been so weak that no energy had been forthcoming. He rose and made to follow his enemies but fell to one knee, exhausted.
He snarled but returned to his throne to recover his strength. He had not thought that Cersed and Gaeriel would have been such a drain on his powers. he must sleep, yes for a time, then he could continue on after the men and dwarves.

Gorthroth's eyes closed and as he slept, a breeze swept through the cavern and his form, bereft of all energy, fell apart and drifted as dust upon the winds. And so ended the powers of Cersed and Gorthroth, last of the great Wights of Middle Earth.