A/N - Sorry I have been a little slow in updating this fic. I kinda got writer's block after the third chapter, so I apologize. Thanks for the reviews! I really do appreciate feedback, and it's nice to note that I have a couple loyal readers. (MoroTheWolfGod, are you really planning to sing "99 Miniature Nazgul" on your next car trip? I feel so special!!) Thank you! You are all the best! Everyone gets an entire virtual (drat!) cheesecake because I'm feeling generous today.

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Chapter 4 - Overaffectionate Wackos From Gondor

"Ah," #35 said in satisfaction. "The White City lies ahead. Maybe there we shall find the Ring."

"Right," snorted #98. "You think that the Ring, which has been missing for ages, is gonna show up in the first city we get to? We're gonna have to terrorize the people into telling us what's happened to it, you take my word for it."

In a long black column the Nazgul marched across the plains to Minas Tirith's gates. A few Nazgul at the front rode on chickadees, which barely managed to skim the ground under the weight of the Nazgul on their backs. As a whole, the Nazgul had decided that chickadees were much less dangerous than robins.

At long last the Nazgul approached the gates, and slipped in among the feet of the many other people going in and out. #56 barely missed being trampled by an exceptionally large man.

After weaving and ducking through the crowd, the Nazgul made it into a quiet alley. Little Nazgul panting echoed down the dark alley.

"So," #43 said finally, "Where should we start looking?"

At that moment a small child toddled into the alley and saw the Nazgul all standing around. The kid's eyes roved curiously over the Nazgul and lit up with happiness. "I want!" the child said decisively. The Nazgul were confused.

"Little! Cute. I want!" the child repeated, reaching out a chubby hand and grabbing at the Nazgul.

They were horrified as they grasped the import of the child's words. "Run!" screamed Nazgul #34. They scattered, but still the little kid was quick enough to nab #12 by the back of his robes. The child lifted Nazgul #12 and cuddled him to his chest, saying, "Nice little guy. Cute!" The small child toddled off, still clutching #12, saying, "You nice. I take home. Mommy like you lots. You see..."

The Nazgul crept out of their hiding places, shocked and silent.

"What can we do?" moaned #21. "This city is a madhouse! A trap! The children are kidnappers, minions of the adults' nefarious will! Whatever can we do?"

"Shhh," warned #97. "There may still be more of the little ones around. We must be cautious. We must be silent. And above all, we must not reveal ourselves to any kids!"

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The Nazgul crept through the streets of Minas Tirith, swords out and at the ready. At every noise that came too close, they started, and ran back into the shadows. Nazgul #14 through 99 were becoming extremely edgy. All their plans so far had amounted to nil. They had only served to lose them more Nazgul than they gained them information about Sauron's Ring.

Trailing along one avenue, with Nazgul #45 in the lead, he suddenly halted dead. Like dominoes, all the other Nazgul hit him and stopped as well.

"Ow," complained #78. "What was that for?"

"Shhh!" #45 gestured frantically. To the others' surprise, he was trembling.

"Ohhhh, LOOK!" exclaimed a childish voice. "They're so CUTE!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed the Nazgul.

"Sharra, Jerdi, come look! Aren't they adorable?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed the Nazgul again, frozen in spot.

"I wanna take one home for a pet," said Jerdi rapturously. "Momma loves cute little critters too."

"Let's all get some! Pick the cutest ones!" suggested Sharra.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screeched the Nazgul, finally getting their legs in motion and trying to run.

Sharra scooped up #14 and #15. She hugged them to her chest. "You are soooooo CUTE!"

Jerdi chased after # 16 and 17. "Come here, you little cutey boo-boos!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Awww, lookat da liddle sweety guys," cooed the first girl, cuddling #18 and 19.

The other, more fortunate Nazgul scattered, still screaming.

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A/N - Heheheheeee.... I like that chapter. Don't worry, more miniature madness coming up! Click on the little button at the bottom of the screen (It's almost as cute as a miniature Nazgul, don't you think?) and tell me what you think. Give me ideas. Ideas are good.