Narn I Auros

Turnabout Is...

Second Age 3146, Quellë, Lindon

by Eonwë-(Valar)
01 October, 2022

A sinister grin spread across the figure's features as a shadow was cast deep into the workshop. The door was left wide open, letting daylight pour into the otherwise dimly lit room. Auros would rue that decision. It wasn't the figure's original plan, but when an opportunity presents itself, one can't risk passing it up.

Creeping, slow, furtive steps. No sounds made. Controlled breathing. There's no way Auros could know someone was sneaking up on him, however he managed that. This would be the perfect revenge. With what light there was, he could be made out standing at the workbench, back to the door, focused. The figure's shadow never touched him. A small, thin object was drawn from a pocket. A long, pointy shadow was cast on the floor. There was no way Auros was going to escape.

Closer. Creeping closer. Still Auros didn't move. Laughter welled up, but the figure fought it down. It was almost too easy. He was almost within reach...

Dinmir whispered, hardly able to contain the triumph she felt at finally sneaking up on him. "I've got you now, Sir Knight."

Auros didn't move.

Dinmir put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around. The shuttered windows shot open and Dinmir was confronted with a melon where Auros' head should be, a hideous orc-face carved into its rind. She froze, her eyes widened in shock.

Auros appeared behind her, leaning close to her ear. "Boo!"

Dinmir jumped and swung around. She could hardly contain herself. "You... you! How could you!"

Auros was on the verge of laughter. "You were trying to sneak up on me!"

"Well I hope you're satisfied!"

Auros frowned as he took the feather out of her hand. "I'd feel worse if I didn't see what you had planned for me." He brushed it against the bottom of his nose, then immediately rubbed his nose with his other hand. "Turn around."

"I'm not looking at that hideous thing again!"

Auros snatched the melon-head off the decoy. "No, look at the table."

Dinmir looked past the decoy. On the table sat a small covered basket. She pulled off the napkin and gaped at its contents. "You scare me and then you give me candied blueberries?!"

Auros rubbed his neck. "Yeah, I guess I'm not good at pranks. Aldawë's better."

Dinmir gave him a hug before she accepted the blueberries. "You're perfect at it. Don't change."