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Chapter forty-three

Fields of Nightmare

"Can we go for a walk?" Lalaith asked. She had been playing in the sand for a few hours but had gotten tired of it. Gwen looked up from her book and nodded.

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

Lalaith shrugged.

"I don't know. Let's go into the woods!"

Gwen smiled.

"Okay. But make sure to put your shoes on okay?"

Lalaith nodded and quickly put her shoes on. The two then left the beach for a nice walk in the woods.

--

Meanwhile, in the water itself, Sauron was putting the finishing touches on a gigantic, thick wooden stick that he had put in the water. Everyone kept asking him what it was for but he just smiled and told them to wait. Now that it was done, Sauron warned everyone not to touch it under pain of death. He then left the beach and returned ten minutes later carrying a kicking and screaming Tim. Sauron tied him to the top of the stick.

"What are you doing?" Tulkas demanded.

Sauron stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"Extracting revenge."

"How?"

"It's quiet simple. Tim is afraid of water and I have tied him to the top of this stick that is seven feet tall above the water. Every half hour or so it will lower him down closer to the water."

"But aren't you afraid of water also?"

Sauron shrugged.

"That was so five ages ago."

--

The two brothers had been walking for hours now and had still not found the camp. Manwë was beginning to get perturbed and Morgoth found it amusing.

"You need to loosen up bro," Morgoth said.

"Loosen up? We're lost in the woods! You expect me to loosen up?"

Morgoth shrugged.

"Look, it's not a big deal."

"Yes it is! We're lost!"

"So?"

"We could die out here!"

Morgoth laughed.

"Wow, we are immortal beings. We're not going to die out here. Sure we may lose a body but we'll just float over to camp and make a new one so just calm down."

The two then heard rustling to the left of them. They stopped and continued to listen to whatever it was. They heard a little girl's voice and also an older woman's.

"That's Gwen and Lalaith's voice!" Morgoth said excitedly.

Manwë cocked an eyebrow.

"But we're in the middle of the woods? What are they doing out this far?"

Morgoth shrugged.

"Gwen! Lalaith!" he shouted.

"Morgoth?" he heard Gwen shout.

"Yes!"

A few seconds later Gwen and Lalaith stepped into their path. For a second before Manwë thought that the two of them had gone insane but now, with the two standing in front of them, he knew he had not lost his mind. Or maybe he had and he was just hallucinating at the moment.

"What are you two doing in the middle of the woods?" Morgoth asked.

"Middle of the woods? Camp is like two steps to the left. Lalaith wanted to go for a walk."

Morgoth dropped his jaw and Manwë glared at his brother. He then smacked Morgoth across the back of the head.

"You mean we've been next to camp?"

Morgoth shrugged and rubbed the back of his head.

"I guess so…"

--

A half hour later, just as Sauron had said, the rope holding Tim to the stick lowered Tim down a few inches. Tim began freaking out even more.

"Look, Sauron, I'm sorry okay? It'll never happen again! Please let me down!"

Sauron sat on the beach eating popcorn and reclining in a beach chair with his legs over the arm of the chair. He popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth and smirked.

"I don't think so! You betrayed me so I am entitled to extract revenge."

"Please," Tim pleaded. "I'll do anything you want!"

"Talk to me about that after you drop into the water."

Tim continued to beg Sauron to let him down but Sauron did not budge. Five minutes later, Morgoth, Manwë, Gwen, and Lalaith returned to the beach. Morgoth burst into hysterics when he saw Tim tied to the stick.

"Who did that to him?" he asked.

From his chair, Sauron raised his hand.

"This is revenge for the whole disembodiment."

Morgoth nodded his head.

"Ah, understandable."

Gwen noticed the really hot man playing volleyball. She did not recognise him.

"Hey, who's the hot guy playing volleyball?" she asked.

Namo heard her comment from the water and he let out a frustrated sigh. Kisha laughed again.

"That's Namo," Kisha replied.

Gwen's jaw dropped and she burst into hysterics.

"You're not serious!"

Kisha nodded.

"I'm dead serious."

"Stop making puns about my job!" Namo screamed from the water.

--

Tim toes were almost touching the water and he was still screaming like a little baby. Sauron ran out of popcorn two hours ago and he wanted more but he did not want to go to the kitchen to make it. Morgoth, Gwen, Thuringwethil, and Manwë all pulled up chairs and watched as the string lowered Tim into the water. He was now up to his ankles.

"Please! Sauron! I'm sorry!"

Sauron laughed mechanically.

"You stabbed me in the stomach and then clipped my windpipe! You're lucky this is only what I'm doing to you!" Sauron yelled up to him.

Maedhros pulled up a chair next to Sauron.

"You want to know what would have been better?"

Sauron turned to look at him.

"What?"

"If you had hung him by the wrist and then lowered him into the water," Maedhros suggested.

Sauron pondered this for a moment and then nodded.

"You know, that would have worked really well. I'll have to remember that for next time."

Morgoth huffed.

"Why is everyone stealing my 'hang-by-the-wrist' technique? I'm the one who came up with it first!"

"Yes, and it's a very good idea too," Sauron replied.

"Of course it was a good idea. It was my idea!" Morgoth said.

Gwen patted him on the head.

"Of course it was, all of your ideas are good."

"Don't mock me," he replied.

Gwen smirked.

"Why I would never think of it."

--

Tim was now up to his neck in water and it was getting pretty dark outside. The campers had all gone to bed, as it was getting close to eleven at night, and most of the staff had also gone to bed. The only ones on the beach were Manwë, Sauron, Morgoth, Thuringwethil, and Gwen. Tim gave up screaming at around ten when a group of campers complained about it and Sauron made it drop early. Tim had now resorted into pleas and whimpering.

"Please let me go. I'm sorry about Tuesday. Nothing like that will ever happen again. Please let me go," Tim begged.

Sauron laughed wickedly.

"Nope."

The rope dropped him in farther and now he was up to his nose. Tim started to panic.

"Don't panic my loyal Nazgul," Sauron said mockingly.

Gwen elbowed Morgoth in the ribs.

"Man, would I hate to be on the receiving end of Sauron's rage when he was in Middle-earth," she said.

Morgoth nodded.

"Yeah, sometimes I wonder if he's all right in the head," he whispered back.

"Hey! I heard that!" Sauron exclaimed. "Do you want to be on the stick too?"

Morgoth shrugged.

"I'm not afraid of water so it wouldn't really matter," Morgoth replied.

"I'll find something you're afraid off then I'll use it against you!"

Morgoth rolled his eyes.

"No you won't."

"Yes I will."

"No you won't."

"Yes I will."

As the two argued Gwen glanced over and saw that Tim had been completely submerged in the water.

"Hey guys…" she began.

The two were not paying attention to her.

"Hey guys," she said even louder.

Still being not noticed, Gwen stood up and smacked Sauron across the face.

"Shut up for a moment!" she exclaimed.

Sauron touched his face and then looked up at Gwen.

"What was that about?"

Gwen pointed to the water.

"Tim has been completely submerged!"

Sauron smiled and jumped up. He then hit a button and the string raised Tim out of the water enough so that his head was showing. Tim was panting and gasping for air.

"Shall we call it a truce now?" Sauron asked.

Tim nodded wordlessly and Sauron left the beach.

"Hey! Aren't you going to cut me down?"

Sauron shrugged and shook his head.

"Nope, if you had been paying attention there's a knife tied to the string on the stick. Have fun."

--

Gwen watched the scene from the second floor window of Numenor and her heart was filled with terror. She watched as Tim stabbed Sauron in the chest and then clipped his windpipe. But instead of it ending there, he lunged forward and attacked Morgoth. From the window she could only watch, she felt as if she couldn't even scream. Tim's knife cut through Morgoth's neck like it was soft bread. It was only then that she was able to scream.

Gwen woke up screaming from her nightmare. She quickly silenced herself, as she did not want to scare little Lalaith or wake up Sauron and Morgoth. She sat up in bed and tried to lower her heart rate. She took a deep breath in and blew out slowly.

I hate nightmares…she thought after she rested her head on Morgoth's shoulder and fell back asleep.

--

Gandalf was the first staff member to wake up Friday morning so he went and picked up the papers that the local paperboy dropped off at the entrance of the camp. The birds chirped brightly and he watched the squirrels and chipmunks run across the camp road and up into the trees. By the time he got back to camp with the papers, most of the early risers had gotten up and were milling about in morning routine. Gandalf himself went back into Lammoth and reclined on his favourite chair in the living room and read the paper. He opened it up and was about ready to read when he heard a voice.

"Good morning Gandalf!" it said cheerfully.

Gandalf rolled his eyes behind the paper. Kisha seemed too cheerful in the mornings to be human.

"Good morning Kisha. What is on the agenda for today?"

"Today is the mystery game," Kisha replied.

Gandalf furled his eyebrows.

"What the devil is the mystery game?" he asked.

Kisha gave him a huge smile.

"You'll have to find out during staff meeting before breakfast."

--

Tim sat sulking across the dining hall and as far away from Sauron as he could. He silently ate his breakfast and cursed Sauron under his breath. The dining hall sat unusually quiet as most of the campers thought Tim was going to attack Sauron during breakfast. Kisha rather liked the tension at the moment and couldn't wait for the mystery game to begin. She checked her watch and saw that it was getting close to eight thirty. She stood up and walked to the front of the room.

"Okay everybody today we'll be playing field hockey! I hope everyone's ready for a fun filled day! Now I'd like everyone to go change into comfortable shoes and…" she trailed off as Eönwë ran into the dining hall.

"Kisha! Kisha! Come quick!" he exclaimed.

"What's going on?" Kisha demanded.

"There's been a murder!" he yelled.

Kisha's eyes went wide in fear.

"What? Take me there now!"

She ran from the dining hall and outside to the Great Lawn. The rest of the staff also ran from the dining hall and wanted to find out what had happened. The campers, naturally, pilled against the windows and tried to see what was going on. From where they were they could not see very much and so they could not see who had been killed.

"Oh my God, I wonder what happened!" Kat exclaimed.

The campers around her shrugged worriedly. Five minutes later Gwen walked into the dining hall. She had tears streaming down her face.

"What has happened Gwen?" a camper asked.

This was followed by a few more questions of 'what happened?' Gwen quickly shushed them.

"I will tell you if you'd all take your seats," she replied.

The campers quickly found a place to sit and watched Gwen with a worried expression. She took a deep breath and looked at the campers.

"There has been a murder here at camp," she said.

The campers exchanged troubled glances.

"Who?" Sam asked.

Gwen took a big, deep breath before giving the answer.

"Legolas…" she replied sadly.

A few fan girls fainted, while some jumped up in disbelief.

"What? That can't be true!" a camper yelled.

This was followed by a few 'how' and 'when' but Gwen quickly quieted the campers.

"Eönwë found him on the Great Lawn with five arrows in his chest. Aragorn and Manwë tried to save him but to no avail. We do not know who has done this or why but we will find out but for the time being it would be safer if everyone went to the dorms and stayed inside. When we get further information on this grave situation we'll let you know but until then please go to the dorms."

The campers quickly and quietly filed out from the dining hall. A few glanced over at the Great Lawn and were greeted by the sight of Manwë and Morgoth carrying the lifeless body of Legolas from the Great Lawn and into Lammoth. Some girls began weeping while others felt anger and vowed to figure out who had murdered the beloved elf.

--

Vesper, Sam, Kat, Chrisy, Tammy, Dennis, Roland, Kash, Claire, and another camper by the name of Nate, sat in the first floor game room of Mordor silently. They decided to get together and try to form a group to investigate what had happened. They began throwing out ideas of what they could do.

"Well I know Tim pretty well. He might be able to give us some inside information," Vesper suggested.

Sam nodded and added, "Yes and I've been hanging out with Saruman lately so he could tell me some stuff too."

"Good idea," Nate said.

Chrisy wiped her eyes with her shirtsleeve.

"I can't believe Legolas has been killed…"

Kat hugged her friend.

"We'll find out who did it. Vesper, Sam, maybe you guys could write a note to Tim and Saruman asking if they could meet us here or something."

Vesper nodded.

"We can do that."

Sam agreed and Nate handed them some paper he had brought with them. The two scribbled down a note and Tammy offered to bring them over to Lammoth. They handed her the notes and she quickly left Mordor and ran across the Great Lawn. She ran up the porch steps and knocked on the screen door. Gwen opened it.

"Yes?" she asked.

Tammy handed her the two notes.

"Could you give these to Tim and Saruman please?"

Gwen furled her eyebrows but nodded and Tammy ran back to the dorm.

--

Gwen knocked on Tim's door and a few seconds later the door opened. Tim stood in the doorway.

"Yes?" he asked.

Gwen handed him his note.

"Here, it's from a camper. Probably Vesper. Do you know what room Saruman is in?"

"He's in here with me right now actually," Tim replied and Gwen handed him Saruman's note as well. She then left and walked back down the hall and Tim closed the door. He handed Saruman his note and he opened it. After they read them the two looked up at each other.

"Do they want you to go over to Mordor and explain what has happened?" Tim asked.

Saruman nodded.

"I suspect Vesper gave you the same note. Well be better head on over then," Saruman replied.

--

It was maybe nine thirty in the morning when Tim and Saruman left Lammoth and made their way over to Mordor. The group watched them approach from the windows. They were halfway across the field when a silent arrow flew down from the third floor of Lammoth. It struck Saruman in the back and before Tim could comprehend what was going on, an arrow struck him in the stomach as well. Vesper let out a distressed cry from Mordor and watched as two more arrows flew through the air and hit their marks. Vesper and Sam were about to run outside when their fellow campers stopped them.

"Don't! It's too dangerous!" warned Nate.

"But Tim!" Vesper shrieked.

They watched as Tim tried to get up but dropped back down as another arrow struck him.

"Who would do such a thing!" shrieked Sam.

"I don't know…" Kat whispered.

"We've got to find out who did this," Nate said.

"Then let's start by looking at the facts and write down what we know," Tammy offered.

--

After Tim and Saruman fell on the Great Lawn, Kisha let out a frustrated sigh as she went for her megaphone. When she found it she turned it on and pointed it out the window.

"Attention campers! For your safety, do not leave the dorm rooms under any circumstances. For those who did not see, Saruman and Tim have just been arrowed-down on the Great Lawn. I repeat: for your safety do not leave the dorm rooms under any circumstances. That is all."

Kisha turned to the ones in Lammoth.

"So, who wants to bring in the bodies?"