Turin, Mablung, and Beleg were spending their rare break in Menegroth spending as little time around Strongbow Brewery commercials as possible.

"Say Mablung," shot Turin at his friend, "what's huge, hairy, bright green, and has thirteen legs?"

"I honestly have no idea." replied the Heavy Hand,

"Me neither," said the edain, "but it just crawled out of your hair."

there was a pregnant pause

"really?"

"yes really"

"really really?"

"yes, really really"

"really really really"

"yes Mablung, the horrible hairy spawn of Morgoth is festering on your scalp. What do you think are the chances of more living in there?"

Turin answered Beleg's question, "I don't know but I'm not sticking my hand in there to find out."

"Guys, can we focus on my evil lice and not on my personal hygiene."

"Or more to the point your significant lack of personal hygiene."

Turin nodded at his friend's assessment of the situation and took lead in the situation.

"So, how do we exterminate them?"

The three were thoughtful for a moment, then Beleg spoke up.

"Well, I'll get a bucket of chicken blood and try to lure them out, then Turin will jump in and grab them. After locking the vile things in a cave, we'll shoot arrows at them, stab their eyes out, and slip them into Saeros' dinner."

Mablung seemed to like the idea, but Turin seemed to feel that he had a role that was better suited for one of the eldar.

"Okay, I'm game, but only if I lure them out with the chicken blood."

"Wait, than that means that I have to grab it."

"Exactly, I believe that seeing as I am an Edain and therefore more susceptible to poisonous bites, I should not be putting myself in such a dangerous position."

"No way Turin, I'm not touching that things with a ten foot pole."

"Than I'll get you an eleven foot pole." shot Mablung, "just get these things off of me."

It was then that Turin had a brainwave, "Why don't we just set Mablung's head on fire, that'd scare them off."

Beleg seemed to be seriously considering the idea, Mablung on the other hand had a few objections,

"No, no, I'd rather be alive by the end of this ordeal."

"That's a good point," amended Beleg, "once again Turin you overestimate the power of elven endurance."

The edain looked crestfallen, "well what do we do now?"

The three thought for a moment, then Mablung brightened, "I know, we'll ask Bargon for help."

Turin was unfamiliar with the name, "Bargon?"

Beleg looked shocked "You don't know who Bargon is?"

"no"

"He's this big elven adventurer, runs around recovering stolen elven artifacts."

"Sounds like a cool guy, is he a march-warden?"

"Nope, when he's not saving the world he teaches archeology."

"Okay, if I need to find a big golden box, or the cup of eternal life, or if I'm trapped in an evil temple filled with stone worshipping brain washed freaks that are trying to rip out my heart I'll call for this Bargon guy, but what's his experience with giant lice?"

Mablung was stumped at the question,

"Ah, minimal. However, he's pretty handy in tough situations."

"Alright, he seems to be the best that we've got. Let's go."