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| - The Mewlips were a strange and secretive race, known only from a reference in a poem of the Hobbits of the Shire. Their identity is mysterious and indeed they may not exist at all; or they may represent a distant folk-memory of the Hobbits. They were said to be dangerous creatures, dwelling in the dark and feasting on unwary travellers who sought them out. Though it's uncertain exactly what kind of beings they were, they do seem to have been at least somewhat Man-like in form and may represent a confused recollection of Orcs or Troll.
- Mewlips were rare even for Undead. Fond of the most noisome and darkest swamps and marshes, they had a silent tread and strangling hands, although they typically used jagged weapons of rusty steel or stone. They were deceptively human in appearance: however, their backs were horribly hunched and their skin shone with a clammy, greenish-brown palor. Even theirragged clothing was moist and foul. Mewlips fed on most anything and they coveted shiny objects, especially things of gold. It is said that such items reminded them of uncursed life, of the nature of beings not in the thrall of Darkness.
- You sink into the slime, who dare To knock upon their door, While down the grinning gargoyles stare And noisome waters pour. Beside the rotting river-strand The drooping willows weep, And gloomily the gorcrows stand Croaking in their sleep. Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way, In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey, By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide, Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide. The cellars where the Mewlips sit Are deep and dank and cold With single sickly candle lit; And there they count their gold.
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| - Mewlips were rare even for Undead. Fond of the most noisome and darkest swamps and marshes, they had a silent tread and strangling hands, although they typically used jagged weapons of rusty steel or stone. They were deceptively human in appearance: however, their backs were horribly hunched and their skin shone with a clammy, greenish-brown palor. Even theirragged clothing was moist and foul. Mewlips fed on most anything and they coveted shiny objects, especially things of gold. It is said that such items reminded them of uncursed life, of the nature of beings not in the thrall of Darkness. See:
* Kergrim
- You sink into the slime, who dare To knock upon their door, While down the grinning gargoyles stare And noisome waters pour. Beside the rotting river-strand The drooping willows weep, And gloomily the gorcrows stand Croaking in their sleep. Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way, In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey, By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide, Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide. The cellars where the Mewlips sit Are deep and dank and cold With single sickly candle lit; And there they count their gold. Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip; Their feet upon the floor Go softly with a squish-flap-flip, As they sidle to the door. They peep out slyly; through a crack Their feeling fingers creep, And when they've finished, in a sack Your bones they take to keep. Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road, Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode, And through the wood of hanging trees and gallows-weed, You go to find the Mewlips - and the Mewlips feed.
- The Mewlips were a strange and secretive race, known only from a reference in a poem of the Hobbits of the Shire. Their identity is mysterious and indeed they may not exist at all; or they may represent a distant folk-memory of the Hobbits. They were said to be dangerous creatures, dwelling in the dark and feasting on unwary travellers who sought them out. Though it's uncertain exactly what kind of beings they were, they do seem to have been at least somewhat Man-like in form and may represent a confused recollection of Orcs or Troll.
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