Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141212032515

Eureka Enderborn was on a lovely stroll through the Shire. It was always particularly beautiful this time of year.

He heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around, and a pair of young hobbit children leapt behind a fence to avoid being seen. Of course, they were not nearly fast enough. Eureka looked at the fence where they were hiding. With a sigh, he admitted to himself that he couldn't blame them. He was surely a terrifying and strange sight. Seven and a half feet tall, half living metal and half black skin, unusually slender, and emitting a sparkly purple aura. Then there were the eyes, one orange and one purple.

Of course, maybe they were staring at the ornate High Elven armor, or perhaps the Elven bow and quiver, or maybe the High Elven dagger tinted with green, or it even could have been the shield. But more noticeable than all his equipment, and only slightly less noticeable than his freakish appearance, was his spear. It had a glittering white tip and an incredibly ornate handle. It radiated with power, authority, and a mystical sort of ancient air to it. It was in fact ancient and powerful, for this was Aeglos, Frost-point, the ancient spear of the mighty Gil-Galad.

Eureka saw his destination at last: the birthday party of Bilbo Baggins. He smiled a mechanical smile. This would be a night to remember.