The secret Lifes of the Nazgul
Disclaimer: Nazguls are part of Lord of the Rings which belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I am not Tolkien. Conclusion: Nazgul are not mine. And every other thing also isn´t.
Summary: If you were a Nazgul, what would you do with your spare time? I mean, you had 3000 years after the war to spend your time...and look at the life of the Nazguls through the eyes of #5. Find out why he hates everyone and everything!
Finding Names
The nine Nazgul were standing in Barad-Dûr, inside the empty throne room. When they were still alive they had been kings, nine rulers of the humans. Now they had a problem (apart from cloaks, orcs everywhere, dark powers and their decaying): What should they call themselves? They had forgotten their true names when they became Nazgul, the only thing they could remember was what had been their respective realms. Typical for kings, not knowing who they were, BUT knowing what was theirs. Because they would not call each other by names like "The once-king of Angmar" or "The one who ruled insert-name-of-country-here" they chose another way. (originally they had something else in mind, just inventing names, but 1) most of them had a really bad memory and 2) it was like a tattoo, you couldn´t get rid of it so easily. Their new way was to use numbers. The result was:
I wanna be #1.
No way, you´re #5.
Why?
Why is he the #5? Why am I the #7? I claim at least the #4.
I am the #4, go find your own!
Ok, then I´m the 27.
Why that? We´re only 9, dumbass.
Don´t call me dumbass, I can choose whatever number I want, I was a king.
So was I!
Me too!
I bet I was a better king than you could ever had been, dumbass.
He is the dumbass.
Shut up!
They only shut up when Sauron showed up and counted up.
author´s talk: revies are desired, constructive criticism appreciated and flames will be used to annoy Sauron.