Well, here you go. Tœrin's real end. Scary, hmm?


Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil and what not was skipping merrily until he came to where Glaurung was.
"Will you share your hoard with me?" he said.
"No, I will not let you share my hoard! You are mortal! You would get my hoard dirty! I think not," said the dragon.
"Ooh, I'm telling Gurthang!" said Tœrin. With that, he drew his sword.
"Glaurung won't share his hoard with me!" he said. Gurthang spoke with a cold voice.
"Why won't you share your hoard with Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil, and what not?
Those who will not share thier hoards
Are not very nice
They will become very bored
When all that's left is dice!" it sang. Glaurung frowned.
"I'd like to eat this mortal guy
if he were not so messy
I'd dress him up in purple tye-dye
and pink and frilly dressies!" he said.
"Ooh, you're scary!" said Tœrin. And with that, he ran far, far, far away. Glaurung was left in peace after that.
"That was close," wheezed the man.
"Would you share your blood with me?" said Gurthang. Tœrin screamed and threw himself over the falls.
The...end. Yep.