Okay. New chapter… and that is about all to say! Still reveling in the joys of Spring Break, but there sadly isn't much left. Ugh.
AzureDragoness: I suppose Rondae would mean the same thing as Daeron… but I don't know what Daeron means either so I can't help. And it's kinda funny that you wield a spatula of doom when I wield the ice cream scoop of doom! Cool.
Pherhyandoiel: Maybe Sauron would drink caffeine. I think that would just be scary. A hyper Sauron would be a bit freaky.
Ruler-of-Da-World: Still love the picture! That was so awesome. I'm gonna expect more now though. ;) Hehehe. And I don't think I'd want Tolkien to read this, I'd become a mumbling blob of embarrassment on the floor. And don't say that I am not a procrastinator yet… give me some time. Heh.
Carmen: I live to please. For now at least, when I rule the universe everybody else has to make me happy. But for now I won't worry about me.
XNemesis: Computers are possessed, I swear. They have their own mind. They do evil things. And you will like this chapter. It's really short. Heh.
Ewan McGorgeous: I don't need a muse thank you. My own personalities work just fine. And I think that I just won't see Episode III. I'll just skip that and miss Jar Jar Binks that way.
AAAClub: Don't be so fast! He'll do bad things. That's what he is all about. I have the plan, the plan, it's in my head, it just takes some setup to get there. We don't get knives. We just… rap. Yeah. Sad isn't it? But I get to be a ghost! Not that that is relevant to anything at all, but I thought I'd bring it up. Was this update soon enough?
Mystic Catface: Well, this has the first thing which Sauron does that is naughty. But it isn't terrible. That'll come later. Just give me a chapter or two more… or more than that… and I'll have some really juicy stuff. Promise. And of course he can't just turn nice. Which makes it difficult on how to end this thing sometime down the line…
Elderberry: Hm… I think he can meet somebody in the near future. I have this terrible feeling that there is going to be another chapter from Sauron's point of view though. Ah well, it isn't too bad.
Okay, so that this isn't any surprise, this is short. There you go. Enjoy it anyways!
Haldir sat down on the chair with a sigh. Hopefully being so tired was just part of getting used to being alive again. After all, he had gone a long time without ever needing to sleep, so all of this was quite a bit different. Still, it wasn't fun to yawn so that it almost seemed possible that your jaw would unhinge from your face.
Sauron sat in a chair across from him, a smug smile on his face which made Haldir a bit suspicious. "What? I thought that you just got done telling me that you weren't happy," he said as soon as he had stopped yawning.
"I wasn't, but I fixed that problem."
That didn't sound good at all. "What did you do?" Haldir asked narrowing his eyes.
Setting the clothes down on the table, Sauron unfolded them to reveal that inside was a trove of various things. Most was jewelry. And most of the jewelry was rings.
Haldir felt his mouth drop but couldn't do anything about it. "Sauron," he said in a menacing tone, but Sauron just smiled wider.
"I told you I had to do something. Since you were watching over me most of the time, this was all that I could pull off."
"How?" Haldir asked, setting his head in his hands. This was all he needed.
"Simple pick pocketing stuff. Nothing really difficult."
"How can you pick rings off people?" Haldir asked, actually quite interested. That would be a trick to do without anybody noticing.
"Oh those?" he said as he poked at the rings. "Well I just swiped them all off a stand. You let your guard down too many times I must say."
"Why did you do this?"
"I already explained it to you," Sauron said as he began to look over the objects. "I had to even the score with myself. So this is how I chose to do that."
"You couldn't just let it go?"
"Mmm… no. Too important."
While Haldir tugged a little on two of his braids, Sauron shoved a couple of the rings onto his fingers and sighed unhappily. "Oh, now what?" Haldir asked crossly.
Sauron held his hands out in front of himself and frowned. "I miss my ring."
With no other choice but to allow himself to act upon the impulse, Haldir rolled his eyes. "Get over it! For crying out loud, it's gone! It was just a piece of enhanced jewelry anyways."
"Yeah, enhanced with my spirit!" Sauron cried, smacking his hands down on the table to stress the point.
"Well geesh, whose idea was that? It's your own fault its gone so you might as well suck it up and forget about it. It melted and is probably now mingled with a couple square meters of solid rock. As for your power, heck if I know what happened with that. But it's gone and done, so stop complaining!" He slouched down in his chair and crossed his arms, adopting an expression that just dared Sauron to say anything back.
Sauron glared at him but did not say anything at the moment.
Yet then he got up, gathering all of his things from the table. Or at least, all of them but one. This one he held without Haldir's knowledge, and at the right moment threw it at Haldir's head, hitting the mark squarely.
Haldir cursed in a way that surprised Sauron, who did not wait around long even though he was slightly amused by this sudden show of colorful language from the elf. Haldir rubbed the heel of his hand against his forehead, wondering if it was dented. Although he tried to get up quickly to catch that stupid maia, it wasn't quite quick enough.
Unwilling to waste too much energy over it, Haldir sat down again in the chair and tried to think of something he could do for revenge.
Perhaps it wasn't really the best example to set, but Haldir couldn't help it. He wouldn't just let him get away with doing stuff like that. Oh no, he could play that game. All his life Haldir had settled the scores and he wouldn't let this time be an exception. And he even had a good reason to do so this time besides simple revenge. Stealing was bad and so Sauron had to be punished for that anyways.
He leaned back in his chair and tried to think of something that he could do. Doubtless there would be many possible prospects, yet he didn't want to go overboard.
Unconsciously while he thought of the best plan of action, he searched out the messed up braid and began to set it to right.
Then he had it. There was still that half hearted promise about the hair waiting. He had held up his end of the bargain anyways. Perhaps it was time for Sauron to hold up his.
Oh oh oh! The hair! What did I say hm? Next chapter. Perhaps if I stay up again I'll be able to get that chapter done and up this weekend. Maybe. If I feel loved and good stuff like that. Heh.