The mansion was falling apart. And Kurt's party evacuated to the stairs. There he was greeted by King James and a plethora of elves.
The situation had played out basically as Kurt expected. Once they stepped on that ship this was going to be the enviable conclusion.
He and Talia walked down to King James.
"I am a little new to this but I feel that it is rather abnormal to attempt to kill your guests."
"Very," said Talia, "one would call it rude even."
The mansion behind them had given out to one side and fallen behind them, the other half barely holding on.
"So Lord Mordor?"
"It's no more," said Kurt. "He attacked me, I wouldn't suggest that."
"What about me?" said Talia, biting her lip, with a smile. Kurt smiled back.
King James looked like he had no idea what to do. There was too much to process the death of not one but two gods, his mansion destroyed, and it wasn't like he could claim Kurt wasn't directly attacked either. He was a bit struck.
