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.


The story of poor Nazgul #5

I hate my life.Why? Well, there are precisely 8 reasons. Exactly, the other ringwraiths. I hate them. I hate them all. I hate everything and everyone!

At first my life was great: I was king (great kingdom, treasures, subordinates and a really cool castle) At home I was the cool guy with the bling-bling crown. Then it got even better. Such strange fellow from the East showed up and offered me a ring of power. At first I wanted to decline ( I was already married and not gay) but then thought that in his country it was probably rude to do so, so I took the ring. It wasn´t pretty, but it looked expensive and you do good not upsetting people who give you expensive gifts. It was fun while it lasted.

But what now? I am the cloak-wearing servant of a giant eyeball. Together with 8 other idiots. How I hate them!

5, could you do that? Go feed the beasts, 5! 5, would you mind to... 5, can you help me with, It would be so awesome, 5, if you could just...

Damn! I wasn´t one of the superior four, but for the inferior four I am a fancy sissy-boy. Is it my fault 5 is in the middle?

My suggestion was a race to determine who would get which number, but noooooooooo!

The almighty Sauron had to show off he could remember 9 different rhymes for counting up. Whooo. Idiot!

I don´t have a kingdom, I am nearly blind, have to wear that black dress all day long, the only people I can hang out are those 8 morons and when the fine lord Sauron decided to take a 3000 year vacation whose job was it to watch out over his realm? Exactly, ours!

I´m fed up with feeding his beasts, trample on the flowers, kicking orcs and sorting his mail. I hate my life!


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