(A/N: Thank you everyone! I wasn't really expecting anyone to read this, so thank you so much! Sorry it took me a while to update, I kind of ... forgot... about it. Lol.)
Chapter Two: Nazgul Two's Dilemma
Sauron watched the events in Hobbiton and was satisfied. He now turned to the rest of the Nazgul.
"Time for Roll Call! Start at Nine and count down."
The Nazgul sighed and pulled faces under their dark hoods.
"Nine?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Eight?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Seven?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Six?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Five?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Four?"
"We love you Miss Hannigan—er—I mean…Sauron."
Sauron glared, but decided to let it pass for the moment.
"Three?"
"We love you Sauron."
"Two?"
Silence.
"Two?!"
The Nazgul all looked around. Suddenly the doors burst open, and Nazgul Two ran in, his cloak torn.
"Stupid horses…Why do they have to have sharp teeth? They don't like it when I file them. And why is it always me that gets stuck with feeding them?!"
"It is your turn now. Pick the paper of power."
"Paper of Power? It's always something of power with you, isn't it?!"
Sauron glared at him. Believe me, when you're glared at by a giant eye, it's not something to take lightly.
Nazgul Two whimpered, and then ran over to the little bag of papers.
There was a moments' pause before he pulled out a paper, then read it out loud.
"Elves. Elves? Why do I always get the hard jobs?! No fair—"
"SILENCE!"
"Yes, master."
"Indeed, you have the hardest job. We do not think it is possible to convert the elves to our side. If you fail in doing that, then just get rid of them completely. Cheers!"
Nazgul Two strode out of the room, sulking.
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After spying on the elves, Number Two thought he had an idea of how to make them all leave Middle Earth, even though it was going to be a hard job…
xxxxx
Finally, the job was done. It had been hard. It had been excruciatingly hard. But he had done it!
Nazgul Two now clutched an enormous burlap sack that occasionally made strange muffled noises.
He shuddered as he remembered the horrors of the job he had had to do…
Begin confusing flashback
Nazgul Two, on the back of his dragon-like mount that he had borrowed from Sauron, flew in zig-zags through the air.
"Come on… get in the bag…" he said in a soothing voice (which wasn't actually very soothing, considering it was coming from an undead wraith).
He leaned forward.
With a quick swishing noise, he brought the bag down. There was a stifled squawking noise, and then silence.
Nazgul Two smiled. One down… 1, 299,300,203,200,038,210,018 to go!
End confusing flashback
Nazgul Two flew over Lothlorien first. The elves there had to be some of the most annoying in Middle Earth…
He flew low over the trees, and cautiously opened his bag…
The elves of Lothlorien were taken by complete surprise. They hadn't been prepared. Nazgul Two smiled.
He wouldn't have to worry about them again…
xxxxx
After several days, Nazgul Two had managed to get rid of all of the elves on Middle Earth except for Mirkwood.
He was relieved as he flew over the dark trees that he was going to be going home soon, and wouldn't have to put up with the contents of his bag anymore. These were the last of them.
Nazgul Two flew low over the elven towns of Mirkwood, and opened his bag.
There was a flurry of white as thousands upon thousands of seagulls flew from the opening, leaving behind a flurry of white feathers that made Nazgul Two sneeze.
The seagulls screeched with joy, happy to be out of the sack at last. They flew through Mirkwood, unaware of the effect they had on the elves there.
Elves everywhere stopped what they were doing and stared up at the flood of birds overhead.
There was a long, drawn out silence, then…
"To the sea!" One cried out.
"The sea! The sea!"
All of the elves of Mirkwood dropped what they were doing and ran for their elven boats.
Nazgul Two beamed with satisfaction. Suddenly he felt … (don't ask how…) something drop on his arm.
He looked over to see a glob of white now dripping down his black sleeve, leaving a long trail behind it.
He wrinkled his nose. Dang birds…
At least he didn't have to put up with them anymore…
xxxxx
Sauron smiled (or he would, if he had had a mouth) in triumph. Nazgul Two had completed his job.
All of the elves on Middle Earth had run to their boats the minute the saw the noisy, messy birds fly overhead. Who knew why the annoying creatures had this effect on them… they just did.
Anyway, it had worked, and that was all that mattered.
"We are pleased." Sauron announced. "Nazgul Three, it is your turn to pick a paper from the grab bag of DOOOOOOM."
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