Three hooded figures were moving stealthily through the shadowy caves of Menegroth...
"Cave 117...118...119...120...121...ah here we go"
The three stopped and looked up at the bare stretch of wall with varying degrees of anticipation.
Mablung who was bouncing up and down with glee eagerly began to shake his small canister of spray paint to the annoyance of his hooded companions.
"Not so loud," hushed the Strongbow, "Elenuial lives in the next cave and she doesn't miss a thing"
"Maybe Mablung wants her to wake up and find him" teased Turin while playfully punching his friend in the shoulder.
Shrugging off the remark with a slight blush that only Beleg could see in the darkened cave, he popped off the top and experimentally pressed down on the top with little thought as to where it was aimed at.
"Mablung," came Turin's sharp but hushed protest, "don't you think it'll be a bit of a giveaway on who leads the resistance if I show up to work with half my face bright purple?"
Mablung opened his mouth to answer when Beleg cut him off,
"that was rhetorical, but can we just get to work before we're spotted?"
Turin grinned wickedly and popped off the top of his canister and a deep blue jet stream shot out to spell out
THE UNION OF MARCHWARDENS IS ON STRIKE
Beleg nodded his approval and added
WE WILL BE STAYING ON STRIKE UNTIL OUR DEMANDS ARE MET
he stood back to admire his work when Mablung poked him in the back and asked,
"Beleg, what are our demands?"
"whatever we want" grinned Turin who began to list his underneath Beleg's proclamation.
Edain appreciation day
Send aid to Dorlomin
15% raise
free donuts on Mondays
allow playing cards on the job
less emphasis on Guerrilla warfare
fire Saeros with no severance
Beleg rolled his eyes,
"At least make it a teensy bit harder for them to guess who came up with that list"
Turin glared and was about to go off into one of his pro-edain diatribes when Mablung, nearly down with his demands accidentally sprayed himself in the face and was coughing and hacking...loudly
Beleg sighed and strode over to indicate that the paint was released from THAT end and then moved to get a better view of Mablung demands
-better stall for Gene
-better hay for Gene
-better water for Gene
-better ventilation for Gene
-better books for Elenuial
-better grooming supplies for Gene
-better stool to milk Gene
-fix the coffee machine
-stop being grouchy
-no more Noldor jokes, they are rude, offensive, not very clever
-no more cow jokes, cows are sentient beings
-let go of the jewellery fetish...it's creepy
-appreciate Gene...and Elenuial too...not that I care
Beleg was doing a pretty good job of not laughing and deftly moved off to his bit of wall while Turin covered up his giggles with,
"Man, for someone to criticize on Thingol's jewellery fetish, you sure have one big cow fetish."
Mablung then proceeded to draw little pictures of flowers and cows while Beleg methodically spelled out his wishes
better swords for everyone
rocks are not considered primary weapons
casual Fridays
sick leave
at least 2 months of holiday
a healthcare plan
life long pension
music night
our funding should go to more useful things (like swords:take the hint) rather than jewellery
orc insurance
archers need swords too...cardboard cut outs are not acceptable
for Eru's sake fix the coffee machine
content with their work, the three gave the all clear and sent forth all the other oppressed members of the Marchwarden's Union to their respective caves to make their demands
the next morning the three woke up to a wrathful Thingol storming into their talan...