The characters in Minas Tirith

he Fourth level was different to all the other levels. Well it had to be for Mormegil,didn't it.
Since the time he arrived in Minas Tirith all those years ago, when he took up lodgings at the back of " Mrs Badbladders lodging house ", on the second level, Mormegil realised he had to move up.
Not that there was anything wrong with Mrs Badbladder and her type of folk. It was just that Mormegil was tired of being " available ".
His reputation had unfortunately preceeded him to the City. The reputation he gained in his younger days wandering Middle Earth.Those hot days of youth when he thought nothing of going alone through the Black Gate into Mordor, standing head to headwith any Orc that he found.His whole being was there to stand against Orcs and their cruel master. He became a sword for hire,available to any man with a large purse and a small heart who wanted an ornamental orc's head to impress the ladies.
Now this began to sickened him, he finally realised,it was not races that were bad, it was individuals.

o he moved into Minas Tirith and settled in the small box room, hoping and praying he could forget the past, and be mormegil again. But alas that was too much to hope for, people soon recognised who and what he was.Every venture into the local inn of an evening, became a walk through the Black Gate. A few ales, a few careless words and daggers were drawn. It seemed like every young Ranger with a few ales inside him, wanted to leave his mark on Mormegil" Black Sword ".
So bidding a last farewell to his old lodgings he wandered the streets and levels of Minas Tirith, eventually coming upon " Miss Starlight's Perfumery and Oils Trade " ( known locally as the SPOT.)
Upon enquiring, he was allowed to rent a small attic room, that even the cats would not take up residence in. However after a few days work, the room was habital once more and although the smells from below crawled through his floor, he eventually learnt to ignore them, except for the nights.

he Fourth level consisted of shall we say the " artistic " part of Minas Tirith and of the so called Middle Clases of the city. Those that were too good for level three, and were certainly on a level with those on five, and who thought it was a damn shame that they had to wait for someone to die before they could move up.Competition for self improvement was rife..
Mormegil even considered a return to his old occupation for a time, but this he will now deny.
Apart from those, the level had a high number of the " artistic clique ", and this mormegil found ideal. A passing fluid population that did not have time to get to know him.
Others say there was another reason he liked it here.For across the street was Minas Tirith's Tower Theatre, and its myriad of dancing girls.

ormegil also looked after the girls. He protected them from the hordes of men who would turn up after each performance on stage. Those young rangers who, on pay day thought a smile and a wink from the dancing girl, was the result of their prowess and manliness and not just a friendly gesture.
The young Rangers were no bother to mormegil, he just "advised " them to take their fun elsewhere. Most did, those that did not, usually failed to be seen in the theatre for a several days.
No the real trouble came from the levels above. Those that thought they had Power to support them. Those that were wrong.
For few realised what Power Mormegil commanded, none could oppose him.
If those who knew Mormegil ever stopped to wonder why this was so, they did not mention it aloud. Those important questions were never uttered openly,questions like, " Where does he go to for days on end ? " "Why is he always away when the King ventures forth on " official buisness " ?" " Why did mormegil support the Royal household, so ardently ?" and most curious... " Why did not the King, have Mormegil arrested and thrown into the dungeons ?".
These questions remain, perhaps you that live nearby have heard them, perhaps you know the answers. Perhaps you do, but do not let mormegil know you know.
Rest comfortably knowing Mormegil is one with Minas Tirith and Gondor. Do him no harm and Mormegil will never harm you.
You cross Mormegil at your Peril.

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