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Wandering through the halls of the Minas Tirith palace, still wearing Turin's shape, he finds a door with two guards on either side of it.
Hi, I'm Turin.
*mutters the words for a silence spell*
*beats guards to a bloody pulp*
*unlocks door*
Well, well, well, what have we here?
Black blade, evil glint... Why, it must be Gurthang.
*mock ponder*
Well, we can't have such a dangerous weapon here in the midst of modern civilization, eh?
He takes the sword and places it in a sack, carrying it nonchalantly down to the armory. There, he hypnotizes the blacksmith to show him how the forge is heated then kills him.
Glaurung then heats the forge until the air around shimmers with a heat that even he cringes from, then throws the sword in and watches it melt with a delighted glint in his eyes
Hmmm. I do hope the halls of mandos don't accept swords >.>
*cleans his bloodied hands on the smith's clothes*
*fades*
Hi, I'm Turin.
*mutters the words for a silence spell*
*beats guards to a bloody pulp*
*unlocks door*
Well, well, well, what have we here?
Black blade, evil glint... Why, it must be Gurthang.
*mock ponder*
Well, we can't have such a dangerous weapon here in the midst of modern civilization, eh?
He takes the sword and places it in a sack, carrying it nonchalantly down to the armory. There, he hypnotizes the blacksmith to show him how the forge is heated then kills him.
Glaurung then heats the forge until the air around shimmers with a heat that even he cringes from, then throws the sword in and watches it melt with a delighted glint in his eyes
Hmmm. I do hope the halls of mandos don't accept swords >.>
*cleans his bloodied hands on the smith's clothes*
*fades*