A.N. -A series of drabbles about anything and everything from Lord of the Rings! I may include The Hobbit and other works as well, we'll see :) thanks for the lovely reviews, everyone! Enjoy, and have a good day!
1: Poor Witch King
Rated K
"But I stabbed him!" the Witch King sniffed, blowing his invisible nose on a black handkerchief. (Sauron was determined that no hobbit would outclass him, and he insisted that all servants, wraiths and chattels carry pocket handkerchiefs at all times, since that stupid Bilbo Baggins had one.)
"I feel bad," admitted the Witch King.
"There, there." comforted Khamul. "I know he was very small-"
"And he has such beautiful blue eyes!"
"Well, at least when he becomes a wraith, you'll get to look after him."
The Witch King cheered up a bit at that thought. "Yes. Yes, that's true. And won't he be cute wearing a little black cloak and hood! We'll have to make a miniature Morgul blade especially for him. Do you suppose he would be able to ride a pony? Or shall he ride on my horse with me?"
Khamul rolled his invisible eyes. He had been to the Shire and seen all the little rat-people scurrying around. He didn't understand what the Witch King thought was so cute about them. But the little one the king had stabbed earlier that night was almost adorable-almost. Oh well, let the king get his little pet. Khamul didn't care.
He had to comfort the Witch King all over again, though, when that stupid Elf who had no right to be alive came onto the scene.
"He'll make it to Rivendell for sure now." wept the Witch King. "Glorfindel-oh, how I hate that name! He's been resurrected from the dead! I don't think there's anything he can't do."
In the end, the injured hobbit did make it to Rivendell. The Witch King hunted all over Middle Earth for the little one, dragging his whole band of grumbling wraiths with him. At night, they roasted invisible hot dogs over invisible fires (they were scared of fire, but more scared of the Witch King's bad temper when he got hangry) and complained about having to hunt all across Arda for some witless halfling. The Witch King never did see Frodo again, poor wraith. He was killed in a most unjust manner, by a girl who completely took advantage of linguistic ambiguity. Poor Witch King.
