Authoresses's Note: This is my first story so I would appreiciate all reviews. I know it is probably dreadful! The elf could be any male elf.
Darklord's audition
A phrase floated across the well-lit, spacious hall. The speaker turned. His large black eyes stared at the listener. The elf's face contorted into many strange expressions as he attempted not to laugh. The stranger was the very essence of a cliché Darklord.
The dark hooded cloak, black tunic and black boots cast a dark shadow and the possible Darklord looked on, bemused, as the laughing elf fell off his chair.
"I have come from a galaxy far, far away…"
"Stop!" spluttered the elf while failing to control his giggles, "We're auditioning for the part of Sauron, not Emperor Palpatine. You know… the Maia who followed in his master's footsteps and attempted to conquer Middle Earth, who built a big, dark tower and ruled despotically over an evil land known to many as Mordor… that guy who killed hundreds and tortured thousands of Elfs, Humans and Dwarfs…"
The possible-Darklord glowered. "Of course I know of this... Sauron… but I was auditioning for the part of…"
The elf stamped his foot, " 'auditioning for the part of'… Of what? A ringwraith? While your clothes are correct your acting is dreadful."
"I am auditioning for the part of a mass-murderer who is called a hero by many races. He dresses in black and lurks in shadows of darkness. His name brings fear to honest people."
" Can I guess who?" The elf smiled, his teeth glistening. "I really, really love guessing games! And I'm so sorry about the confusion."
" I will give you ten guesses. If you fail I will conquer Middle Earth and rule until the end of time! Mwahahahahahaha!"
"You know… sometimes a bit of originality doesn't hurt"