A/N: Ok then, here we have *drumroll* chapter two (and in less than a day.
I must've been bored). A little bit shorter than the last chapter, but I
hope you'll enjoy it. For ease of writing, I'm pretending that Sauron
speaks English. Thanks very much to the people who reviewed. Next chapter
tomorrow sometime, evening, most probably.
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~~Chapter Two~~
This is wrong, thought Sauron. Very wrong
He was lying face down on what felt like very hard rock, but it was flat and quite smooth, so he was sure it couldn't be. There was sound all around him, voices, shouting and laughing, low rumbling sounds like dragons with indigestion, and some distant unearthly din, which he could only assume was music. Very, very strange.
Sauron pushed himself onto his knees with his hands, and it was then that he noticed he was no longer disembodied. Well, that was one good side to his current situation. He opened his eyes, and squinted around, blinded by the sun. A sea of faces peered anxiously back at him. They revolved slowly in front of him. Some seemed to split in half and merge with the sky before reforming confusingly a few metres to the left. Sauron wondered if this strange visual effect was due to a malfunction in the Doctor's machine or a malfunction in his own optical nerves. On balance, he decided it was due to his optical nerve. He had hit his head very hard, when he had landed on the ground, and that had probably done no good at all to the general state of his health. He didn't feel so great.
Well, headache or no, he couldn't just lie there all day. He made a brave effort to struggle to his feet, and was almost vertically upright, when a pair of hands pushed him firmly back down again. A rather aggrieved male voice said, "Please try not to move, you'll only do yourself more damage. We've phoned the ambulance, and it should be here shortly, to take you to the hospital." There were a few too many unfamiliar words in this statement for Sauron to make any coherent sense out of it, and the rather precarious and disorientated condition of his mind did not help matters much. He weighed up his options, considered all possibilities, and decided that the best course of action would be fainting, which he promptly did.
When Sauron regained consciousness, he was somewhere much quieter. There was an unpleasant smell of some unknown substance, but at least he was lying on something comfortable, which he could only assume to be a bed. He prised his eyes cautiously open, whereupon they were immediately assaulted by a bright, glaring white light. He shut them again. After a few minutes, he tried opening them, and this time was able to take in his surroundings. He was in a medium sized room, with five beds other than his own, two of which were occupied. Everything was white, from the linen to the walls to the linoleum floor. Even the flowers by one of the patient's bed were white. Sauron, being the Dark Lord that he was, had something quite close to an allergy concerning white. Back in Barad-Dur, he had been very conscious of interior design, and all the rooms in his mansion had had a tasteful red and black decor. The harsh white interior of this strange room was causing him aesthetic agony. He shuddered.
In the centre of the room, a woman was sitting at a desk, pressing small square buttons on what looked to Sauron like one of the Doctor's crazier inventions. Sauron got her attention by clearing his throat loudly, but unfortunately this caused him to choke rather violently for a prolonged period of time. "Ah, you're awake," said the woman, coming over to him (she was in fact a nurse, but Sauron didn't know that, and in fact didn't know what a nurse was at all), "Are you alright?" she continued, unnecessarily, since Sauron had gone purple and seemed to be asphyxiating. She waited patiently while Sauron slowly stopped coughing and then said, "Right, well, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly wrong with you, you just tripped and banged your head on the pavement. We've done examinations and since we've found nothing, we'll just keep you in overnight and then you can go home. Now, I'll need to take some details from you, since we didn't find any identification on you. Name, please?"
"Sauron," said Sauron, "S-A-U-R-O-N". He didn't have a clue what was going on, but decided just to co-operate and worry about where the hell he was later. The woman rolled her eyes.
"OK, very funny, and I expect you're now going to tell me that your surname is the Dark Lord of Mordor, your address is the city of Barad-Dur, and furthermore, you're several thousand years old, date of birth unknown."
"Well...yes, in fact," said Sauron, slightly taken aback.
"Oh, honestly, I read that book when I was a kid, how dumb do you think I am? Now, if I could have your REAL name, please."
"Sauron the Dark Lord of Mordor is my real name"
"Look, buddy, I'm a very busy person, I don't have time to listen to your pathetic attempts at humour."
"I'm not trying to be funny, it's the truth!"
"Fine then, wiseguy, I'll just have to send the doctor in to see you later, if you're going to insist on acting like a child."
She stalked off, exasperated. Sauron stared after her, mystified and slightly angry. For once in his long career of lying and deceiving, he had actually been telling the truth. What a very weird place I've landed in, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep, curse that Doctor for sending me here.
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~~Chapter Two~~
This is wrong, thought Sauron. Very wrong
He was lying face down on what felt like very hard rock, but it was flat and quite smooth, so he was sure it couldn't be. There was sound all around him, voices, shouting and laughing, low rumbling sounds like dragons with indigestion, and some distant unearthly din, which he could only assume was music. Very, very strange.
Sauron pushed himself onto his knees with his hands, and it was then that he noticed he was no longer disembodied. Well, that was one good side to his current situation. He opened his eyes, and squinted around, blinded by the sun. A sea of faces peered anxiously back at him. They revolved slowly in front of him. Some seemed to split in half and merge with the sky before reforming confusingly a few metres to the left. Sauron wondered if this strange visual effect was due to a malfunction in the Doctor's machine or a malfunction in his own optical nerves. On balance, he decided it was due to his optical nerve. He had hit his head very hard, when he had landed on the ground, and that had probably done no good at all to the general state of his health. He didn't feel so great.
Well, headache or no, he couldn't just lie there all day. He made a brave effort to struggle to his feet, and was almost vertically upright, when a pair of hands pushed him firmly back down again. A rather aggrieved male voice said, "Please try not to move, you'll only do yourself more damage. We've phoned the ambulance, and it should be here shortly, to take you to the hospital." There were a few too many unfamiliar words in this statement for Sauron to make any coherent sense out of it, and the rather precarious and disorientated condition of his mind did not help matters much. He weighed up his options, considered all possibilities, and decided that the best course of action would be fainting, which he promptly did.
When Sauron regained consciousness, he was somewhere much quieter. There was an unpleasant smell of some unknown substance, but at least he was lying on something comfortable, which he could only assume to be a bed. He prised his eyes cautiously open, whereupon they were immediately assaulted by a bright, glaring white light. He shut them again. After a few minutes, he tried opening them, and this time was able to take in his surroundings. He was in a medium sized room, with five beds other than his own, two of which were occupied. Everything was white, from the linen to the walls to the linoleum floor. Even the flowers by one of the patient's bed were white. Sauron, being the Dark Lord that he was, had something quite close to an allergy concerning white. Back in Barad-Dur, he had been very conscious of interior design, and all the rooms in his mansion had had a tasteful red and black decor. The harsh white interior of this strange room was causing him aesthetic agony. He shuddered.
In the centre of the room, a woman was sitting at a desk, pressing small square buttons on what looked to Sauron like one of the Doctor's crazier inventions. Sauron got her attention by clearing his throat loudly, but unfortunately this caused him to choke rather violently for a prolonged period of time. "Ah, you're awake," said the woman, coming over to him (she was in fact a nurse, but Sauron didn't know that, and in fact didn't know what a nurse was at all), "Are you alright?" she continued, unnecessarily, since Sauron had gone purple and seemed to be asphyxiating. She waited patiently while Sauron slowly stopped coughing and then said, "Right, well, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly wrong with you, you just tripped and banged your head on the pavement. We've done examinations and since we've found nothing, we'll just keep you in overnight and then you can go home. Now, I'll need to take some details from you, since we didn't find any identification on you. Name, please?"
"Sauron," said Sauron, "S-A-U-R-O-N". He didn't have a clue what was going on, but decided just to co-operate and worry about where the hell he was later. The woman rolled her eyes.
"OK, very funny, and I expect you're now going to tell me that your surname is the Dark Lord of Mordor, your address is the city of Barad-Dur, and furthermore, you're several thousand years old, date of birth unknown."
"Well...yes, in fact," said Sauron, slightly taken aback.
"Oh, honestly, I read that book when I was a kid, how dumb do you think I am? Now, if I could have your REAL name, please."
"Sauron the Dark Lord of Mordor is my real name"
"Look, buddy, I'm a very busy person, I don't have time to listen to your pathetic attempts at humour."
"I'm not trying to be funny, it's the truth!"
"Fine then, wiseguy, I'll just have to send the doctor in to see you later, if you're going to insist on acting like a child."
She stalked off, exasperated. Sauron stared after her, mystified and slightly angry. For once in his long career of lying and deceiving, he had actually been telling the truth. What a very weird place I've landed in, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep, curse that Doctor for sending me here.
