Tangado, unleash the evil.
Summary: The evil elf, Tangado, follows the fellowship and plots their demise via the Nazgûl. Unfortunately, nothing ever seems to work as planned.
Who is Tangado? Tangado is an elf gone horribly wrong. He was born and raised in Rivendell, but was kicked out five hundred years ago after a failed attempt to assassinate Lord Elrond. Now he resides in Mordor where he has become a famous Nazgûl trainer. He is also the inventor of Uruk-pie, which is very popular with the baddies.
~*~*~*~
Tangado, dark elf and Nazgûl trainer extraordinaire, winner of the 2510 evil minion award was on a mission. A mission to rid the world of Elrond Peredhil once and for all...again. Tangado frowned as he remembered his previous attempts to do away with the lord of Imladris. They had all ended in disaster. Usually the guards would catch him at the entrance, beat him up a bit, then fire arrows at him until he was forced to retreat. Not this time though. Oh no, his plan could not fail. Apparently Elrond was holding a secret council soon, and Tangado would be there, hiding in the shadows, watching the lord's every move. Then, when he least expects it....
"Ouch!" screeched on of the Nazgûl. "You didn't have to hit me!"
"Oh yes I did," said another, "You touched my winged beast! You must suffer!" There was a sound of something breaking, a loud scream, something else breaking, an animal roar and the swoosh of a cloak. Tangado sighed heavily before rising and wandering in the direction of the noises.
The hallways of Minas Morgul were dark and haunted, full of spider webs and bugs. The elf, however, was quite used to it by now, having lived in this tower for at least four hundred years. All those years ago the dark lord Sauron, may his evilness prosper, had insured the care and training of his nine Nazgûl to Tangado. In exchange for his services, the elf became an honored citizen of Mordor and respected lord of evilness. Though he absolutely loved the attention, these Nazgûl were starting to wear on him.
Tangado arrived at the room that Nazgûl 5 and 6 (Larry and Barry) were sharing. He glared at the locked door for a second before giving it a good solid kick.
"Larry and Barry! You two get your sorry worthless hides out here now or you're on kitchen duty for a month! Don't think I'm lying." And then, as an afterthought, he added, "I'll tell Mary you fancy her."
At this the door burst open, knocking Tangado in the head and onto the ground. From there he growled viciously up at Larry who was looking around in panic. When he noticed his Elven master sprawled on the floor, he squeaked, and pulled Tangado to his feet, blurting out hasty apologies.
"I'm so sorry sir," it said, "but if Mary ever found out..."
Mary, along with Cary, Arry, and Fairy were the female Nazgûl. That was not always the case, though. It'd taken a lot of hard work and experimenting, but Tangado has finally managed to change the gender of four of the Ringwraiths in a slim hope that they might reproduce or something.
The trainer glowered up at his trainee before stalking away angrily, forgetting the reason he had come to see the pesky minion in the first place. There were more important things to worry about such as arriving in Imladris before the council. Tangado screamed in frustration and punched the rock wall. That only made him scream louder.
Sucking his bleeding knuckles the elf, now realizing this was the safer thing to do, raged inwardly, cursing his luck. The only way to cover the many leagues distance to his former home in time would be to ride the Nazgûl's winged beasts. Tangado had a terrible fear of heights.
One of the Úlairi sneaked silently into his trainer's room, trying to keep a low profile until the master cooled down a bit. This didn't work, and Tangado spun around sharply to face the cursed thing, his dark eyes flaming.
"What is it you filthy, disgusting slime ball? Can't you see I'm busy?" he spat while brushing his long, black bangs from his eyes.
The Nazgûl hissed slightly at the insult, but kept it's emotions under control. "Yes sir, forgive me but we have calculated that if we leave tomorrow morning and fly the winged beasts nonstop we can arrive at Imladris in a couple weeks."
"Nonstop? Maybe you can go nonstop but I have needs, creature. Now, unless you play on lugging around a chamber pot in the sky I think you're going to have to go back to the common room and figure how long it will take *with* rests. Now get out of my room before I catch a disease."
The Nazgûl, who Tangado recognized as Scary, glided out the room, muttering about the unfairness of it all. Sometimes the elf wished he had never accepted this job.
After Scary slammed the door behind him, the trainer sat heavily on his bed, and wondered what the other five Nazgûl were up to. A while ago Lord Sauron figured out where his missing ring was. His eyeballness had insisted that the elf send out the ringwraiths to retrieve it. So Tangado had complied, privately frustrated that he'd have nothing to do for weeks.
Sometime recently, however, four of Úlairi had returned, chagrined and embarrassed. They refused to explain what had happened and Tangado hadn't pushed them for information about the others. He was sure the Witch King could take care of the females.
That night, Tangado slept pleasantly, dreaming about the various ways to exterminate Elrond.
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According to an orc scout, a new day had dawned, though no one was really sure if it was true or not. It was a gloomy day and looked like rain. Eruchîn Súrion surveyed the sky thoughtfully, and then turned his gaze to the great tower before him. He had only been to Minas Morgul twice before, both times under the insistence of his old friend Tangado. This time though nobody had invited the wandering elf. Nope, he had decided to surprise his good friend with a visit.
Eruchîn approached the front gate nonchalantly, fingering the bottle of elvish wine longingly. It had been hard traveling weeks in the presence of such an alluring thing and he was eager to taste it. The elf was about to knock on the door when he caught sight of a small piece of parchment nailed to the gate. It was a note, written in common. It read:
To Whom It May Concern:
If you are here searching for Tangado or a Nazgûl go away. None of us are here at the moment, but we should be back in a few months. If you have an important message for me or one of my pupils go find one of the orcs for parchment and a quill. If you have just come to pay a friendly visit then consult an orc. It will let you in. There's Uruk-pie and lembas on the counter.
-Tangado
Eruchîn shrugged, and went off in search of an orc. He could go for some wine and Uruk-pie.
Meanwhile, concealed among dark clouds, five winged beasts flew northwest towards the fair city of Imladris with murderous intent.
Summary: The evil elf, Tangado, follows the fellowship and plots their demise via the Nazgûl. Unfortunately, nothing ever seems to work as planned.
Who is Tangado? Tangado is an elf gone horribly wrong. He was born and raised in Rivendell, but was kicked out five hundred years ago after a failed attempt to assassinate Lord Elrond. Now he resides in Mordor where he has become a famous Nazgûl trainer. He is also the inventor of Uruk-pie, which is very popular with the baddies.
~*~*~*~
Tangado, dark elf and Nazgûl trainer extraordinaire, winner of the 2510 evil minion award was on a mission. A mission to rid the world of Elrond Peredhil once and for all...again. Tangado frowned as he remembered his previous attempts to do away with the lord of Imladris. They had all ended in disaster. Usually the guards would catch him at the entrance, beat him up a bit, then fire arrows at him until he was forced to retreat. Not this time though. Oh no, his plan could not fail. Apparently Elrond was holding a secret council soon, and Tangado would be there, hiding in the shadows, watching the lord's every move. Then, when he least expects it....
"Ouch!" screeched on of the Nazgûl. "You didn't have to hit me!"
"Oh yes I did," said another, "You touched my winged beast! You must suffer!" There was a sound of something breaking, a loud scream, something else breaking, an animal roar and the swoosh of a cloak. Tangado sighed heavily before rising and wandering in the direction of the noises.
The hallways of Minas Morgul were dark and haunted, full of spider webs and bugs. The elf, however, was quite used to it by now, having lived in this tower for at least four hundred years. All those years ago the dark lord Sauron, may his evilness prosper, had insured the care and training of his nine Nazgûl to Tangado. In exchange for his services, the elf became an honored citizen of Mordor and respected lord of evilness. Though he absolutely loved the attention, these Nazgûl were starting to wear on him.
Tangado arrived at the room that Nazgûl 5 and 6 (Larry and Barry) were sharing. He glared at the locked door for a second before giving it a good solid kick.
"Larry and Barry! You two get your sorry worthless hides out here now or you're on kitchen duty for a month! Don't think I'm lying." And then, as an afterthought, he added, "I'll tell Mary you fancy her."
At this the door burst open, knocking Tangado in the head and onto the ground. From there he growled viciously up at Larry who was looking around in panic. When he noticed his Elven master sprawled on the floor, he squeaked, and pulled Tangado to his feet, blurting out hasty apologies.
"I'm so sorry sir," it said, "but if Mary ever found out..."
Mary, along with Cary, Arry, and Fairy were the female Nazgûl. That was not always the case, though. It'd taken a lot of hard work and experimenting, but Tangado has finally managed to change the gender of four of the Ringwraiths in a slim hope that they might reproduce or something.
The trainer glowered up at his trainee before stalking away angrily, forgetting the reason he had come to see the pesky minion in the first place. There were more important things to worry about such as arriving in Imladris before the council. Tangado screamed in frustration and punched the rock wall. That only made him scream louder.
Sucking his bleeding knuckles the elf, now realizing this was the safer thing to do, raged inwardly, cursing his luck. The only way to cover the many leagues distance to his former home in time would be to ride the Nazgûl's winged beasts. Tangado had a terrible fear of heights.
One of the Úlairi sneaked silently into his trainer's room, trying to keep a low profile until the master cooled down a bit. This didn't work, and Tangado spun around sharply to face the cursed thing, his dark eyes flaming.
"What is it you filthy, disgusting slime ball? Can't you see I'm busy?" he spat while brushing his long, black bangs from his eyes.
The Nazgûl hissed slightly at the insult, but kept it's emotions under control. "Yes sir, forgive me but we have calculated that if we leave tomorrow morning and fly the winged beasts nonstop we can arrive at Imladris in a couple weeks."
"Nonstop? Maybe you can go nonstop but I have needs, creature. Now, unless you play on lugging around a chamber pot in the sky I think you're going to have to go back to the common room and figure how long it will take *with* rests. Now get out of my room before I catch a disease."
The Nazgûl, who Tangado recognized as Scary, glided out the room, muttering about the unfairness of it all. Sometimes the elf wished he had never accepted this job.
After Scary slammed the door behind him, the trainer sat heavily on his bed, and wondered what the other five Nazgûl were up to. A while ago Lord Sauron figured out where his missing ring was. His eyeballness had insisted that the elf send out the ringwraiths to retrieve it. So Tangado had complied, privately frustrated that he'd have nothing to do for weeks.
Sometime recently, however, four of Úlairi had returned, chagrined and embarrassed. They refused to explain what had happened and Tangado hadn't pushed them for information about the others. He was sure the Witch King could take care of the females.
That night, Tangado slept pleasantly, dreaming about the various ways to exterminate Elrond.
~~~
According to an orc scout, a new day had dawned, though no one was really sure if it was true or not. It was a gloomy day and looked like rain. Eruchîn Súrion surveyed the sky thoughtfully, and then turned his gaze to the great tower before him. He had only been to Minas Morgul twice before, both times under the insistence of his old friend Tangado. This time though nobody had invited the wandering elf. Nope, he had decided to surprise his good friend with a visit.
Eruchîn approached the front gate nonchalantly, fingering the bottle of elvish wine longingly. It had been hard traveling weeks in the presence of such an alluring thing and he was eager to taste it. The elf was about to knock on the door when he caught sight of a small piece of parchment nailed to the gate. It was a note, written in common. It read:
To Whom It May Concern:
If you are here searching for Tangado or a Nazgûl go away. None of us are here at the moment, but we should be back in a few months. If you have an important message for me or one of my pupils go find one of the orcs for parchment and a quill. If you have just come to pay a friendly visit then consult an orc. It will let you in. There's Uruk-pie and lembas on the counter.
-Tangado
Eruchîn shrugged, and went off in search of an orc. He could go for some wine and Uruk-pie.
Meanwhile, concealed among dark clouds, five winged beasts flew northwest towards the fair city of Imladris with murderous intent.