The Witch King of Angmar (Mango flavoured, to be exact.)

Summary: The lord of the Nazgul has a special task appointed to him by Sauron. This is his story.

"Brrring! Brrring!"

The ringing sound of a telephone was heard throughout the Dead City, home of the Witch King of Angmar, lord of the Nazgul.

Unforunetly for him, he was in the shower, preparing for the search of the ring.

"Brrring! Brrring!"

"WILL SOMEBODY GET THAT? IM IN THE BLOODY SHOWER!"

No one answered.

"Brrring!"

"Oh, fine! I'll be right there! Just when I finally had the chance to take a darn shower, I have to get interrupted by a telephone! Why did I invest in this new sort of technology? Whoever is on the other end is going to get it, for sure."

The Witch King stopped his useless ranting since no one was around to listen, and stepped out of the shower. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he answered the phone.

"How dare you interrupt my shower! If you were under my foot right now, I'd squish you int-"

"It is I, Sauron. What in the devil are you talking about?"

"NOTHING, MY LORD! Nothing at all!"

The Witch King, although you can not see him, blushed furiously. Why did he just speak to Sauron in such a matter?

"Good. I have a task for you. We'll have to save the ring searching for later."

"Put off the ring search? This must be very important then!"

"Yes, it is. I want ice cream. Mango flavoured, to be exact."

The Witch King stuck his fingers into his ears as to clear it of ear wax. Did he just hear Sauron, the great and mighty powerful Sauron ask for...ice cream?(Mango, to be exact.)

"Pardon? I didnt catch that."

"Mango ice cream."

"Oh...erm. M-may I ask why?"

"Well, it's really quite simple. I woke up this morning with a burning sensation in my cornea. I have an infection. I asked the only orc in Mordor with half a brain to reccomend something to soothe it. He said mango ice cream is the only cure."

"Are you sure? I mean, I know a great doctor out in Mirkwo-"

"SILENCE! I WANT MANGO ICE CREAM! And be back around 4 o'clock, I want to be nice and comfy to watch the Tyra show. She's so fierce!"

"Alright, I'll get right on it."

The Witch King set the phone down, then slumped to the floor. Where in Middle Earth was he supposed to find ice cream? Mango flavoured, to be exact. He wasn't even sure what mangos were. Supposedly he could make them himself...Nah, he wasn't much of a cook. Neither were any of the other Nazgul. They always had to steal from Shelob's cave.

The Witch King sighed. He was going to have to find ice cream(Mango flavoured, to be exact.) whether he liked it or not.

"Hmmm, now should I take the horse, or the dragon?"