Chapter ten
Milky Morgy
Smiling to herself, Gwen ran out of Lammoth and down to the camper dorms. Every so often she would turn her head to see how far back Morgoth was. She threw open the doors of Mordor and ran down the hall. She picked a random dorm room and opened the door. Running into the room, she closed the door behind her and stood panting. The three occupants of the room, who were asleep thirty seconds ago, were now wide awake and wondering what was going on.
"What are you doing here?" Kevin Broadstand asked.
"Shh!" whispered Gwen.
"Gwen! Where are you! When I find you I'm going to rip out your entrails and then rip your skull out and beat you to death with it!"
"I need a place to hide," whispered Gwen.
"How about under the bed?" Ted whispered back.
She shook her head.
"The closet?"
"He'd look there too," she replied.
"Gwen, are you in there?" Morgoth asked as he opened another dorm room door.
Gwen had an idea and ran across the room to the window. Quickly opening it up she slid out of the window and held on to the window ledge. Ted got out of bed and closed the window but left a tiny crack.
At the same time Ted got back into bed Morgoth had the dorm room door open.
"Gwen, are you in here?" he asked.
"What are you talking about sir?" Kevin politely asked.
Morgoth walked into the room and looked under each bed; he then went over to the closet and opened it up.
"Gwen I know you're in here!"
"Why would she be in here?" The third roommate, Mike, asked.
"I know she's on this floor and I checked every other room. She has to be in this one," he exclaimed.
The four of them heard a muffled thud coming from outside the window. Morgoth stormed over to it and flung it up. He watched as Gwen ran across the Great Lawn.
"Damnit Gwen!" he screamed. He stormed from the room and ran outside after her.
After he had gone Mike had closed the window and Ted closed the door. The three looked at each other for a moment.
"What the hell was that about?" Ted asked.
Mike and Kevin shrugged.
"I don't know but what I do know is that Morgoth smelt like spoiled milk," Kevin replied.
--
Arwen and Aragorn exited their room to the smell of spoiled milk.
"Oh my Eru what is that smell?" Arwen asked covering her nose.
The other staff members had gathered in the living room and so the couple went to join them. Now that Elrond had seen the rest of the movie and saw that Aragorn became king of the reunited Kingdom, he didn't seem to get angry with Arwen sharing the same room with him.
Every staff member in the living room was holding their nose. A few were making gagging noises and Kisha had just retuned with spray cans to disinfect Lammoth.
"What happened?" Aragorn asked.
"Apparently Gwen put dry milk in Morgoth's bed and so now he smells like spoiled milk," Gandalf replied.
"Don't forget the ketchup," added Amroth.
"Or the honey," Kili added.
"Oh my Eru, I imagine Morgoth is absolutely livid?" Aragorn asked.
Nerdanel nodded.
"Oh yes, at the moment he's chasing her around the camp. By now the entire camp has woken up, either by the smell or Morgoth's rampant screaming," she replied turning the page in a book she was reading.
"Why would he be livid though? I mean Gwen's just paying him back for the shards of glass and thumb tacks," Arwen put in.
"Yes but remember, Morgoth is a Dark Lord. I won't be surprised if this exchange of petty pranks between the two of them lasts all six-weeks," Gandalf said.
Arwen rolled her eyes.
"And here I thought that these six-weeks might be peaceful and maybe even fun," Arwen said with a sigh.
--
After Gwen had jumped out of the window, the drop wasn't even three feet, she ran across the Great Lawn to the theatre. Here she would be able to lose Morgoth. When she walked into the theatre it was pitch black and she liked it this way. Finding her way down the auditorium seats, she found the stage and pulled herself on it. Making her way through the dark she found the backstage dressing rooms and hid inside.
From her hiding place she heard the theatre door open and slam shut behind her. She had no doubt that Morgoth could see perfectly well in the dark as in the light. She heard him walking down the auditorium walkway and he found the steps that led up to the stage.
"Gwen! I know you're in here! Just come out now so we can talk. I know this was in retaliation to the glass and thumb tacks and so we should call a truce. Just come out," Morgoth sweetly called.
Gwen laughed to herself.
A truce? What does he think I am? An idiot?
"I will find you I hope you know. I trust that you don't think you'll be able to stay in here forever," he yelled.
Gwen slinked out of the dressing room and quietly slithered down the hallway. She hid behind the stage curtain and saw Morgoth walking around the stage. She felt her way through the darkness and found the ladder to the catwalk. As she climbed up she tried not to make any sound but of course that's impossible and Morgoth heard her. He ran to the ladder and climbed up after her.
"Damnit Gwen I'm going to get you!" he shouted.
"Oh crap," Gwen whispered as she climbed higher. She reached the catwalk and began walking across. In her panic to find a way out she forgot that she was both afraid of heights and scared to death of the catwalk. She never thought the wooden plank was safe but year after year staff members of the camp run the backdrops from the catwalk with no problem. She clenched the side railing and quickly ran across.
I'm not above the stage; I'm walking on solid ground. She told herself.
Morgoth was closing in behind her and she knew she would have to pick up the pace. She reached the other side and felt for the ladder. There was none. She felt the sickening feeling in her stomach that she should have remembered that there wouldn't be a second ladder on the other side. She felt the wall and then realised that the catwalk only led to a wall.
Uh-oh.
Morgoth cackled evilly when he realised that she had nowhere else to run.
"I've got you now!"
Gwen turned to face him in the dark, though she could not see him.
"Listen let's just be reasonable here okay? I mean you said we should call a truce," Gwen pleaded.
"Why do I smell like spoiled milk?" Morgoth demanded.
Gwen chuckled nervously.
"Well you see I poured dry milk in your bed before you went to sleep and your sweat while you slept made it liquidly and its now probably in your pores and won't wash out for another couple of days," Gwen replied.
"What?" Morgoth bellowed.
Gwen felt the catwalk shake.
"Listen, I don't suggest shaking the catwalk like that. It could break," Gwen said.
"Oh, and it would kill the puny human wouldn't it?"
He shook the catwalk again just to make Gwen nervous. They both heard a cracking sound.
"Morgoth please, it's going to break!"
Morgoth rolled his eyes in the darkness.
"Please, it's not going to…"
Morgoth trailed off as the catwalk cracked again. This time it shifted and the right railing fell off and landed on the stage with a clunk. Then the catwalk bent just below Morgoth and split open sending Morgoth and Gwen crashing down on the stage.
--
"Did you hear that?" Aragorn asked.
Aragorn, Manwë, Ulmo, Boromir, Faramir, and Haldir were near the theatre when they heard a very loud thud. Most of the staff members of the camp had begun a search for Gwen and Morgoth. Kisha was afraid that Morgoth would kill her and Manwë was starting to think that Gwen would need to get talked to along with Morgoth every time something like this would transpire.
The group walked to the theatre and stood in front of its closed doors.
"So, should we go in?" Boromir asked.
Manwë nodded.
"Yes, if they're in there I'm sure Gwen will need some help," he replied.
Aragorn opened the door to a pitch black theatre.
"Damnit where's the lights?" Aragorn asked.
"I think they're next to the door," Haldir concluded. "I remember I was helping Kisha with last minute repairs in the theatre and she turned on the lights that were next to the door."
"Okay so let's find the lights," Aragorn said feeling around next to the door. After twenty-seconds of searching Aragorn located them and flicked them on. The lights went on one by one until the stage was lit. There the group saw Morgoth sprawled out on the stage with Gwen on top of him. Both were knocked unconscious.
"Well isn't this a funny sight," Ulmo concluded.
"We need, oh what's it called? Kisha has used it a few times. It takes still frames of something…" Aragorn said.
"A camera," Manwë finished.
Aragorn nodded.
"Yes! That's it! Faramir, can you go run and get Kisha and tell her to bring the camera," Aragorn said.
Faramir nodded.
"Sure thing,"
Faramir turned and ran back to the living room of the Lammoth dorm. The only ones in the living room were Nerdanel, Rose Gamgee, Rosie Gamgee, Robin Gamgee, and Amarië.
"Where's Kisha?" Faramir asked.
"She went with Tulkas, Nimrodel, Lúthien and Beren," Nerdanel replied.
Faramir sighed.
Damnit, why didn't she just stay here?
"Do you know where they went?"
Robin nodded, "Yes, they went to search the arts and crafts building."
Faramir thanked them and ran to the arts and crafts building. Sure enough they were there and they were just leaving the building.
"Kisha!" Faramir shouted as he ran across the Great Lawn.
Kisha looked startled and looked around for the sound.
"Kisha, we found them! Bring a camera!" Faramir shouted as he got closer.
Faramir stopped when he got to the group.
"Where are they?" Beren asked.
"The theatre," Faramir replied.
"Well then let's go."
--
"Oh my Ilúvatar," Kisha said gasping. She had just gotten to the theatre with her digital camera in hand. Manwë, Aragorn, Ulmo, Boromir, and Haldir were sitting in the auditorium chairs waiting for Faramir to come back with Kisha. Kisha almost dropped her camera at the sight.
"Don't drop it!" Faramir exclaimed.
Kisha quickly grabbed hold of the camera and held it firmly.
"Are they alive?"
Manwë nodded.
"Of course, you can see Morgoth's heavy chest rising up and down with Gwen on it."
"Hurry up and take some photo's before they wake up!" Tulkas exclaimed.
"Right," she replied.
She turned the camera on and snapped a few photos. Kisha smiled to herself.
"This is going to make a wonderful addition to the slide show at the end of the six-weeks," Kisha announced.
The whole hearted laugh from Tulkas is what woke the two up. Gwen was the first of the two to scream but Morgoth came in at a close second.
"Get off me!" he yelled and Gwen was happy to oblige.
"You don't have to tell me twice," she replied.
Kisha ran up the stage steps and helped Gwen as she staggered about the stage.
"Are you alright?" Kisha asked her friend.
Gwen nodded.
"Yeah," she replied.
It was then that her memory of the incident returned and she turned to Morgoth who had also gotten off the floor.
"See! I told you! The catwalk did break! 'Oh it's not going to break' you said. Well bull-shiznit to that Mr. scary Dark Lord. You almost got us both killed!"
Morgoth rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I don't think I'd die from a fall like that. You might, but it'd be no big loss," he replied.
"You're going down!" Gwen exclaimed. Kisha had to hold her back.
"Oh pa-lezze, you couldn't hurt a fly!"
"Well I know I could hurt you so you must be less then a fly!" Gwen shot back.
Kisha, sensing this was going to end in another chase and seeing as it was already getting close to dinner time, grabbed Gwen.
"Come on bud, it's almost dinner time and I think you need to change. You know, you smell like spoiled milk," Kisha said.
Gwen smelt her arm and gagged.
Morgoth laughed.
"Looks like your plan backfired huh? I won't be the only one smelling like spoiled milk."
"Yeah, but your new nickname only works with you though," Tulkas replied.
"Why? What's my new nickname?" Morgoth asked, though he really did not want to know.
"Milky Morgy," Tulkas answered.
"What? Whoever came up with that, I'm going to kill them!"
--
Kerri Larson, Sara Martineau, and Grayce Trombley were lounging in the living room before dinner when the first of the many copies of 'soft side?' circulated through the two dorms.
"You gotta see this!" Tammy exclaimed handing Kerri the picture.
The three girls burst out laughing.
After Kisha helped Gwen to her room and Gwen changed into something that was not her sleeping attire, Manwë, bringing along Morgoth, entered the room for a little chat with them. He made an ultimatum saying that he didn't care if they played petty pranks on one another but nothing life threatening (that one was more directed at Morgoth) and nothing that would land anyone in hospital for over a week. (This was also directed at Morgoth) The two agreed and Manwë made them shake hands. While all this was going on in Angband, Kisha was busy in her room printing off hundreds of copies of the picture which she dubbed as 'soft side?' just for fun.
With the help of Aragorn, Legolas, Gollum, Grima, Gandalf, Nimrodel, Amroth, Amarië, Eärendil, Fëanor, and countless other staff members, they plastered them everywhere. They went into each dorm building and handed the first person they saw at least one hundred copies. They put them on every door they could think of and plastered them around the dining hall. When they had finally finished putting them all up they settled in for what was probably going to be a massive blow up on Morgoth's part.
The girls heard the bell signifying that it was dinner time and so they put the paper on the couch and went outside for some dinner and a few laughs.