A/N: Here are more Sues, and what they do when exposed to reality! Hope everyone's enjoying the story.

The Game of the Gods, 3

Morgoth eyed Varda in suspicion as she came back to the gaming table. "Why did you leave?" he demanded.

Varda folded her hands in front of her. "Even a Valië may sometimes have to answer a call of nature," she said.

"I don't have to," Morgoth announced proudly.

"That would explain some things about your facial expression," Varda agreed. "Now. Have you chosen your next piece?"

Morgoth eyed her in suspicion, then realized he'd already done that and tried glaring. Varda only smiled, which made light get in his eyes. He looked down at the piece of darkened ivory he had chosen, though, and his spirit returned.

"Yes," he announced, and moved her forward. A young Elvish woman, beautiful but cruel of feature, took one deep breath and then began to move. Varda placed her chin in her hands and contemplated her.

"Fascinating," she murmured.

"Are you going to respond or not?" Morgoth demanded.

"She's already on her way to meet Olórin," said Varda.

"Yes, I know," said Morgoth proudly. "She'll destroy him! He hung around with Nienna too much. He got all weepy."

"Hmmmm," Varda said.

Morgoth sighed in irritation. He got a rise out of the Star-kindler all too rarely. But then he looked back at the board and perked up. There was no way that he could lose now.

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Sauronia glanced back at the Nazgûl following behind her and curled her lip. She didn't like taking them, but her father had entrusted her with this mission, and that meant that she had to take them, no matter how little she liked it. Sauron ruled in Mordor, and he would rule in all Middle-earth soon enough. Sauronia knew that she had to obey him as long as that was the case.

But one day, she thought with a small smile, one day...

She kicked her black horse, Thunderbird, and sent him racing ahead. The Nazgûl gave little protesting cries behind her. Sauronia tossed her dark hair and laughed. They were all in love with her, of course, although Sauronia had only ever shown favor to the Witch-King's suit. They didn't like it when she got too far from them.

But Sauronia would do as she wished.

My father should see that, she thought with an angry sigh, as her thoughts returned to rotating around the black hole of her discontent. But he's too occupied with the Ring.

Sauronia knew she deserved more notice. In all ways, she was a weapon, poised to strike at the heart of Middle-earth like a sword and become mightier than her father. She had the cruel, fair beauty, relic of her raped Elvish mother. She had long dark hair that hung to her ankles when it wasn't bound in a battle-braid, and large dark eyes that altered with her moods. Currently, they were a cold green as they scanned the snowy slopes ahead of her.

Sauron had ordered Sauronia to seek out the greatest threat to his power and destroy it. He thought he was sending her after Saruman, but Sauronia knew that the greatest threat was to be found on the summit of Caradhras, lying in the snow. He would become Gandalf the White if he rose again. So Sauronia had seen with her clear sight. She would destroy the Gray Fool, and then she would seek out and destroy the Heir of Isildur. Then she would go after the tiny hobbit her father wouldn't deign to notice, and take the Ring for her own, and rule over Middle-earth.

Thunderbird reared abruptly as a shape broke out of the snow ahead of her. Sauronia stared for a moment, then smiled the lovely, deadly smile she reserved for occasions like this when she saw the naked and dead-seeming man. She drew her sword and slid down from Thunderbird, walking confidently nearer. Even if Gandalf had returned to himself, he couldn't match her; Sauronia was the best with a sword in all Middle-earth. And she had no compunctions against killing a helpless man, since her father had raised her to be evil.

She knelt down beside the old man, and prepared the death blow. But then his eyes sought her, and fixed on her. Sauronia smiled even more widely and stayed her hand. She would have some fun now.

"Well, Gandalf the Naked," she mocked. "What have you to say to me?"

His eyes became a little more clear, but no less puzzled. "Who are you?" he whispered, his words little more than a puff of breath. Sauronia heard him, of course. She could hear the songs of birds in Mirkwood, if she listened closely enough.

"My name is Sauronia," she said. "And you should know what that means well enough."

Gandalf just stared at her. Sauronia sighed impatiently. Are the good guys always so stupid?

"I'm Sauron's daughter," she said. "By an Elvish woman."

Gandalf slowly shook his head. "You cannot be," he said.

"And why not?" Sauronia asked. This was getting tiresome. She would have preferred just to strike and slay him now. She should have, she thought irritably. Last time she would trust to a man naked in the cold to entertain her, unless whips were involved.

"Because," said Gandalf, "Sauron can no longer assume a bodily form. It was stripped from him before this Age began, and now he lies in the East as a Lidless Eye."

Sauronia opened her mouth to deny that, then paused. He's right about one thing, she thought in confusion. How can a huge red eye have sex with an elf?

A moment later, her sword fell into the snow, as she vanished in a puff of logic.

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Morgoth stared at the empty board for a long moment, and then turned to look at Varda. Varda was staring at the ceiling.

"That time you did cheat," said Morgoth, though he sounded too stunned to be angry. "You didn't do anything; you let Olórin do all the work for you."

Varda finally looked at him, and stars shone as she smiled. Morgoth cursed and covered his face with his hand. "He was happy to help. They were both Maiar in the beginning. And he suffered enough from Sauron's evil when he was in Middle-earth."

"But you cheated," said Morgoth, his voice gathering momentum. "That means you lose the game."

"Let's just see about that, shall we?" Varda said, snapping her fingers.

The contract they had signed before the game appeared in a rush of comets. Varda made a great show of perusing it, while Morgoth watched her in growing uneasiness.

"Ah! Yes," Varda said. "Here it is. 'Either party may cheat at any time.'" She laid down the contract and smiled at Morgoth. "As I recall, you specifically asked that that be put in there."

"I'm the Lord of Evil!" Morgoth wailed. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, I'm sure," said Varda. "But choose your next piece. And do try to make it more of a challenge, this time."

Morgoth breathed for a long moment. Then he reached out and slowly plucked a large piece from the far end of the board.

"Ah," said Varda. "Most interesting." She paused and looked up at Morgoth. "Are you sure that you don't need to answer the call of nature?"