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Chapter forty-two

Rose tint my world

"Pass it to me bro!" Manwë exclaimed as he and Morgoth ran down the Great Lawn, now football field, in an attempt to score a goal on the campers.

Morgoth passed it to Manwë and he kicked it as hard as he could. It flew past the camper and hit the back net. Manwë jumped up and down when he realised he scored a goal.

This was the fifth goal Manwë and Morgoth made in this type of play and now the staff was ahead seven to three. The staff versus camper game of football had been going on for over an hour now and everyone thought it was the best game ever.

Gwen sat on the sidelines and cheered on the staff. Lalaith sat in her lap and she too cheered when a staff member ran by with the football. Kisha stood next to Gwen with her video camera in hand to film all the action of the game. The campers even seemed to be having a good time even though they were losing the game.

Gandalf, acting as referee, blew the whistle and signaled a change up of players on the field. Morgoth and Manwë ran off and Morgoth sat next to Gwen while Manwë plopped down next to his brother.

"You guys are doing awesome out there," Gwen commented.

The two shrugged.

"It's all him," they both said pointing to the other one. Afterwards they both shared a laugh.

Gwen rolled her eyes and watched as the new set of campers and staff entered the field.

"So did you guys catch any fish?" Gwen asked.

Manwë nodded.

"I caught this huge fish! Morgoth took a picture of it."

Morgoth nodded and pulled out the digital camera. He turned it on and showed it to Gwen.

"Wow Manwë, that's a huge fish!"

The game continued onward and it finally reached halftime. The score was now nine to four. Manwë and Morgoth were talking about something; Gwen really didn't know what it was as she was paying attention to Lalaith, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Manwë? Can we talk?" Varda asked.

Manwë, startled, looked up at Varda.

"What is there to talk about?" he replied.

Varda sighed.

"I just don't want there to be any hard feelings. When we get back to Arda you're not going to do anything to Maglor right?"

Manwë shrugged.

"No I won't. Now I'd really not like to talk about this right now as I'm having a wonderful day with my brother so go away."

Varda let out a mad sigh and walked off. Morgoth nodded once she was gone.

"Good job."

"Do you think I was too harsh?"

Morgoth shook his head.

"Nope, you handled that perfectly."

--

The football game ended with the staff winning (finally) by a score of ten to five. The campers and the staff then gathered in the dining hall for dinner as it was around five that night. The dining hall was full of laughter and excitement in total contrast to breakfast that morning, which was eaten in deathly silence. Gwen helped Lalaith butter her galette that went with the meal of Canadian Stew that had been whipped up a few hours earlier. Lalaith took a bite of the galette and smiled.

"It's tasty!"

Gwen laughed and smiled.

"This meal is my favourite. I wait all year for this night," Gwen said.

Morgoth took a bite of his stew and nodded.

"I can see why."

Kisha put down her spoon and pulled out the video camera. She pointed it across the table to Amroth and Nimrodel.

"So, tonight will be the exciting general knowledge quiz. Will the staff come off the win at football just to lose or will they win again?"

"We'll most definitely win!" Amroth announced.

Kisha smiled and nodded.

"Of course we will! Though, you lot know nothing about general knowledge of this area."

Nimrodel shrugged.

"We'll try our best. Let's just not make any bets this time as I rather not have to hide out in a darkened room all night long like Monday night."

Kisha laughed.

"Oh don't worry. There will be no bets this time!"

--

The Great Hall was buzzing with activity, as the campers knew they would defeat the staff at general knowledge trivia. Kisha took centre stage and announced the beginning of the competition.

"Tonight we will have a general knowledge trivia contest. This time there will be no bets placed because we don't want a repeat of Monday. Tim is still not allowed to leave his room. Mainly because Sauron might try and kill him…"

Sauron nodded.

"You're damn right!"

Kisha rolled her eyes.

"Moving on…it will be in the same format as Mondays trivia contest okay? So let's begin!"

The campers waited in anticipation before Kisha read off the first question. They had been expecting a question such as 'what is the capital of British Columbia?' so they had not expected Kisha's first question.

"How many rings of power were forged?"

Sauron's hand flew in the air.

"Twenty!"

Kisha nodded and marked one for the staff. The campers thought that this was just to get the staff a few points before the real questions would begin.

"What is the name of Bilbo's sword?"

Bilbo's hand shot up.

"Sting!"

Kisha nodded again and marked another question right for the staff.

"By which hand was Maedhros hung from after his capture by Morgoth?"

Maedhros quickly answered and then the campers started murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey! I thought you said this was going to be general knowledge questions!" protested Vesper.

Kisha smiled and nodded.

"Why they are! I never specified Earth or Arda though. So you'll just have to adapt."

Kisha looked back down at her card.

"What was Gandalf's name in Valinor?"

--

The trivia contest lasted late into the night. Kisha nearly exhausted her extensive list of general knowledge questions about Arda. Most of the campers couldn't answer these questions, as some were so precise that they had no idea what to reply with. These questions were nothing like the ones used in the Tolkien trivia contest. The competition ended at around one in the morning with the staff winning by over thirty points. The campers grumbled and left the Great Hall with their pride hurt. A little bit later the staff emerged from the Great Hall to a beautifully star lit sky. Gwen gazed up at the stars.

"Oh they're so beautiful tonight," she said.

Manwë looked up at them.

"Stupid stars…" he mumbled.

Morgoth elbowed him in the ribs.

"Now, now what did we talk about earlier?"

Manwë sighed.

"I know, I know."

--

"You're doing what?" asked Gwen as Morgoth packed a small bag hurriedly.

"I told you, Manwë and I are going to go on a small overnight camping trip. He needs to get away from this camp for a night or so."

"But it's already past one in the morning!" Gwen protested.

Morgoth nodded.

"I know."

He finished packing his bag and headed for the door. He then stopped and gave Gwen a hug and kiss.

"See you around four or five tonight."

"Have fun then, I guess…"

"We will."

--

The quiet open air that held the night created a peaceful calm for the two brothers as they walked into the woods. They both carried with them a small bag. Neither one had use for a flashlight, as they could see perfectly in the dark, and so those remained at camp. They walked for a good ten to fifteen minutes until they could no longer see the camp lights. They stopped and rolled out the sleeping bags. Morgoth sprawled out on his sleeping bag and put his hands behind his head.

"Ah, now this is a wonderful night," Morgoth said.

"I think the stars are mocking me," Manwë commented.

Morgoth rolled his eyes.

"They are not. Now come on brother, you're going to have to look at the stars at night for the rest of eternity anyway. Just face it, she left you and you'll probably be all the better because of it. Some of the heroes of Middle-earth were confirmed bachelors too you know."

"Like who?"

"Well Frodo Baggins…"

Manwë waved it off.

"Hero my arse."

"So you don't count Frodo as a hero?"

"No, he did claim the ring at the end didn't he?"

Morgoth nodded.

"Yes but he got farther then anyone else who would have taken the ring to be destroyed."

"Do you have any other confirmed bachelors who are heroes in that head of yours?"

Morgoth nodded.

"Yes I do. What about Bilbo Baggins?"

"Bloody coward he is."

Morgoth sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Now why do you say that?"

"Because it's true! I mean, he even cheated in the riddle contest between Gollum and himself."

"So there's no convincing you is there?"

"Nope, I mean even you found love!"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Morgoth asked.

Manwë shrugged.

"I just never pictured you as one to fall in love with someone."

"Yes well neither did I but Gwen is special."

"Oh."

Morgoth yawned and stretched.

"Good night brother," Morgoth said as he closed his eyes.

"Good night Melkor," Manwë replied.

Morgoth's eyes flew open and he turned his head to face Manwë. He had not heard that name in a long time and he had almost forgotten it.

"Why did you call me that?"

Manwë shrugged again.

"Well that's your real name is it not? 'Dark enemy' does not seem to fit you at the moment," Manwë replied.

--

Kisha woke up from the best sleep of her life. She was able to sleep in her own bed this time due to the fact that Manwë was in the middle of the woods with Morgoth somewhere. She sat up in bed and stretched. Namo was also awake, though she wondered if he actually went to bed.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully.

Namo nodded in response and Kisha frowned.

"You never really say much," Kisha stated.

Namo nodded again but this time added, "I only talk about issues related to doom."

Kisha rolled her eyes as she got off the bed and rummaged through her clothes for something to wear for the day.

"Everyone else around here has changed, why don't you?" Kisha asked.

"I don't see the reason."

"I think half the staff, and most of the campers, are afraid of you…"

"Good."

"All right we got to fix this. The doom stuff is downright creepy. Liven up a bit," Kisha suggested.

Namo looked up at Kisha and cocked an eyebrow, though Kisha couldn't see it under his big cloak. It was only after a few seconds Kisha realised what she had said.

"Okay so I made a funny. You know nobody at this camp has even seen your face."

"Good, it adds to the doom-ness."

"That's not even a word."

"Shut up or I'll claim your soul now."

"You're the dooms man of the Valar not the grim reaper."

"I can have more then one job." Namo replied.

Kisha rolled her eyes as she dug deeper in her chest of drawers. She then found an oversized shirt that she had to borrow from one of the former staff members at camp one day. She pulled it out and thought that this might fit Namo. She then began digging deeper and found a pair of men's jeans.

"Why don't you try these on?" Kisha suggested.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"There's only one week and a few days of camp left. Just do it for one day okay?"

Kisha could hear him sigh under his cloak. Clearly he was getting very peeved at this conversation but never the less, he took the clothes. Kisha grabbed her clothes and left the room to change for the day. By the time she changed and got back to the room, Namo had changed also. She almost jumped at the foreign figure sitting on Namo's bed in jeans and a t-shirt that had the Rocky Horror Picture Show lips on the front and Brad and Janet on the back with Dr. Frank-N-Furter. She looked at him closely, as she had never seen his face before, and he actually looked pretty nice and decent. His hair was almost shoulder length and his eyes were black as night. She realised she had been staring a bit too long when Namo furled his eyebrows at her.

"What?" he asked.

Kisha shrugged her shoulders.

"It's just amazing to see you without the cloak on. You remind me of a…hippie…"

"What in the name of Ilúvatar is a hippie?"

Kisha stifled a laugh and shook her head.

"Nothing of concern…I'm glad to see you out of the cloak though. Does your spouse even know what you really look like?"

"No."

Kisha then let out a whole-hearted laugh. She checked her watch and saw that it was around eight in the morning.

"Come on," she beckoned. "Let's go to breakfast. I heard the Hobbits were making it this morning."

"Sounds doom-full," Namo replied as he stood up.

"That's not even a word."

"Shut up."

--

The brothers woke up at around seven thirty in the morning. They packed up the sleeping bags and began the trek back to camp.

"I'm glad we did this," Manwë said.

Morgoth nodded.

"Yeah me too. Brotherly bonding is always good," Morgoth replied.

"Hey Melkor?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think we'll remember any of this when we get back to Arda?"

"Nope."

"Damn."

Morgoth nodded.

"I know, mainly because I know I'll end up in the void and that's just gonna suck."

"I'll make sure to visit you from time to time."

Morgoth laughed.

"When you do can you bring some of that Canadian Stew with you that we had here at camp yesterday? That stuff was awesome."

Manwë nodded.

"Sure thing."

"Sweet as."

--

Namo took a seat next to his wife, Vairë, and Kisha. He began eating his bowl of muesli when Vairë looked at him funny.

"I'm sorry but that seat is saved for my husband," she said.

Kisha stifled a laugh for the third time that morning. Namo looked over at her and glared.

"I am your husband," he replied.

She raised her eyebrows in confusion. Namo then put down his spoon.

"Doom," he then said.

Vairë then smiled and nodded.

"Yup, you're most definitely my husband."

She leaned over and gave him a hug.

"It's odd seeing you without the cloak."

Namo sighed.

"I don't look menacing anymore…"

Kisha smiled.

"That was the whole point."

"I don't like it," he replied.

From across the dining hall a bunch of campers began discussing who the new hot guy sitting next to Vairë and Kisha was.

"I wonder who that is," Becka said.

Tammy shrugged.

"I don't know. But what I do know is he's hot!"

Becka nodded.

"Yeah, and he has that whole aurora of mystery around him."

Tanya nodded.

Varda, who was sitting across from Vairë and Namo, heard the conversation between the campers. She smirked.

"Namo, the campers think you're hot. A bunch of girls keep wondering who you are."

With a flustered and ticked off sigh Namo stood up.

"Listen up!" he yelled.

Every camper and staff member quieted down and all ears were on Namo.

"Stop calling me hot okay girls? I am Namo! DOOM! DOOM ON YOU ALL!"

Kisha then burst out into hysterics and almost fell out of her seat.

"This is all your fault!" he then exclaimed.

Kisha shrugged.

"I like you better this way," she said.

"DOOM ON YOU ALL!" he yelled again and sat down. He grumbled and finished his bowl of muesli.

"I don't care what Ilúvatar or Manwë say. When you die you're going to the void!"

Kisha patted Namo on the back.

"Oh calm down."

"Stop! You're ruining my image! I'm supposed to be looming and dispassionate!"

Sauron then started laughing.

"Looming and dispassionate my arse."

"You're going to the void too!"

Sauron shrugged.

"Fine by me, I head there after the destruction of my ring anyway."

"You're all going to the void!"

Gwen, who got out of her chair and was now standing behind Namo, gave him a big hug. This startled Namo.

"Let go of me!" he roared.

"Now calm down and chill. You're the only one left retaining their image from Arda. It's not like any of them will remember it when you go back."

"But my image is important!"

Namo continued to grumble in his chair.

"Dear, nobody will remember the camp when we get back so it won't matter," Vairë said.

"So what would you rather me do? Be my normal, regular, doom-full self? Or become absolutely love crazed like Morgoth or have a mental breakdown like Manwë?"

Vairë rolled her eyes.

"Well loved crazed wouldn't bother me much…" she whispered in his ear.

Kisha shuddered at the thought and realised it was time to get the campers out of the Great Hall. She stood up.

"Okay, everyone out! Instead of a sports competition today we are going to have beach day! So, we'll be spending the entire day on the beach. You can play water games; go kayaking, boating, play water volleyball, whatever you want! So, go get changed and meet us at the beach!"

The campers cleared out of the dining hall excitedly. Beach day was a favourite for some campers as now they could finally go boating. The staff lingered in the dining hall.

"Great, a whole day of water…" Boris the Nazgul complained.

It was then that Sauron had an idea. He grinned wickedly. Kisha caught sight of this.

"Sauron? What are you planning?"

Sauron stood up and shrugged.

"Oh nothing," he replied but then added. "Except revenge…"

--

"Melkor…we've been walking for two hours now and we still haven't reached camp. Are we lost?" Manwë asked.

Morgoth shook his head.

"No, we're not lost…we're just taking a very long short cut…"

Manwë glared at his brother.

"We're lost…"

"We're not lost! We're just thoroughly confused!"

"Well that's a great way to put it…"

Morgoth sighed.

"This is like the fifth time I've been lost in these stupid woods!"

"Maybe the overnight camping trip was not such a good idea," Manwë said.

Morgoth shrugged.

"Well it was a good idea at the time!"

The two continued to walk in silence through the forest not realising they have been walking adjacent to the camp for about an hour now.

--

Gwen lathered sunscreen on Lalaith and then on herself. The sun shone brightly in the sky signifying this would be a great beach day. The most interesting part of the day, though, was that Namo was actually in shorts and playing volleyball in the water with Ulmo. The weird part was he was actually pretty good at it.

Kisha was out on one of the boats making sure the campers who were boating were following the 'green buoys' rule. There was always somebody who decided to go past the buoys at one point, though she did not expect it to be any of the staff. She raised the bullhorn to her mouth.

"Eärendil! Elwing! Ar-Pharazôn! You have strayed too far past the green buoys!"

"But we're expert boaters!" Ar-Pharazôn screamed back.

"I don't care! Get that boat back here now!"

Eärendil gave a heavy sigh.

"Yes mother…"

"What did you call me?" Kisha demanded.

Eärendil looked up.

"Nothing Kisha!"

"Good!"