Khamul and Indur were playing cards, Dwar and Akhorahil were racing calamari, (The snails had fried in the heat.) and Ren was learning from Adunaphel how to snap his fingers, (Which was going slower than the snail race.) Indur looked up, …Oh damn… The others all looked at him. …We're missing three, and I've forgotten two of their names again! Khamul dropped his hand. …Are you serious…? Indur glared at him. …Is it my fault all our parents were sadistic to give us such complicated names! Let's see you do better! Right now! Name of all the Nazgul! Khamul shook his head, …This is ridiculous… hmmm…
…Me, you, them, and the one's not here. Done.
Indur: That's cheating Khamul! All the names! Common!
Khamul: fine! Fine! Me, Murazor, Ren, Dwar, you, Akhorahil, Dwar… wait…
Ren: …me, Khamul, Indur, Dwar, Murazor, Adunaphel, me…
Akhorahil:…me? …um…me?
Indur: …Murazor, me, Khamul, Dwar… gotta love a name like Dwar. Ren…
Adunaphel: …Khamul. Murazor, Indur, Dwar?Uvatha…
Indur: Uvatha! That's who I was forget…darn! One more! There's nine of us!
Khamul: ...Uvatha, you, me, Dwar, Akhorahil, Murazor… where is he anyway?
Indur: don't know, he's not in this skit.
Hoarmurath: …What are you all doing?
ALL: Hoarmurath! That makes Nine!
Hoarmurath: … ? …
Indur: …well there you go, that's everyone! Finnaly… Khamul nodded, then looked around. …oh damn. All stare at him. …Now I can't remember all the elves names!
Murazor finally came to a stop somewhere outside the black gate. He stood, winded, took a deep breath, and fell over. …this is not… a good day… for pride… A shuffling of feet, an Orc patrol guard looked down in surprise. "Back already m'lord? You were just here five minutes ago!" Murazor nodded. …your right… it does all look five minutes older… can I have a word with you? The orc nodded and sat down. "Something on your mind m'lord?" Murazor nodded, …I have been thinking… that middle earth is very boring when no one is in character, and wondering how we've kept a plot going this long… the orc blinked, "Whoa! Slow down! My species isn't known for its intelligence, and you're untangling the very threats that hold our world together!" Murazor hissed in a bored manner. …I mean, really, would the dark lord of Mordor ever say, "I'm gonna barbeque his butt!" no. he would not, I would know.
The orc nodded. "Yeah, so that's a tad far fetched… At the same time the Mouth is being annoying and Saurumon seems to have become a hippy, but what can you do? Here, maybe this will cheer you up!" the orc pulled out a sombrero and dropped it on the nazgul's back. "Knock yourself out! …oh, and by the way… um…when you get up, try reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally…GASP! Reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally hard NOT to look at what you've been lying in." The orc walked swiftly away. The wraith lord stared after him for a moment, looked at the sombrero, looked at what he'd been lying in…
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...I hate comedy…