HELLO, PEOPLE! So.. You wanted more.. here's more... Not exactly about Irone and Sauron... but... yeah.. there'll be more about them later.. How SAD.. We have MORe.. Mwhaha.. But anyway, Thanks to my fwiendies who were my CO-AUTHORS! Lynne, Adrienne, and Sammy! WEEEE...

So here is the second part of MORGOTH'S RANDOM ADVENTURe.

Have nightmares!

One day Morgoth was in a particularly bad mood. Today he had seen Sauron and Irone cuddling in the hallway. Again.

"I wuv you, Mr. Snuggle-buns." Irone cooed, and gave him a wittle kissie.

"I wuv you too, my wittle luvey-kins" Sauron cooed back, kissing her.. .Again.

Morgoth was VERY fed up with this.

"ENOUGH CUDDLING! WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS CUDDLE? IS IT NOW A SPORT? GOOOSSSSHHHHHH."

Then he proceeded to throw things at the happy couple. You know, chairs, maps, pointy plotty things….

"Ouch. You MEANIE." Irone said, sticking her tongue out at Morgoth. "You're just JEALOUS."

"GASP. I'm not JEALOUS. Jealousy is in SOAP OPERAS. Is this a soap opera?"

"YEEEESSSSS." Sauron and Irone chorused together.

"NO. This is NOT A soap opera, therefore: ………. I AM NOT JEALOUS!" He then threw another table at Sauron. A big table. Poor Sauron. That's gonna leave a bruise.

"GO TO COUNSELING, GOOOSSSHHH." Irone screamed and dragged Sauron out of the room, away from the HORRIBLE ABUSE.

10 minutes later…..

"OOHHHH MIIRRRAAAAAA…." Morgothsaid in an evil sing-song voice.

Mira stuck her head in the doorway, "What." She asked, filing her nails… again.

"How about we go to a little thing I would like to ccaaaaalllll…. MARRIAGE COUNSELING!"

Morgoth received a blank stare from Mira.

"Why?"

"Well… I feel like our marriage is falling apart… and and…. SAURON AND IRONE HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

"So you're jealous?" Mira said, pondering this thought..

20 minutes later…..

"Welcome, everyone, to my course of wonderful marriage counseling." A man said, with HUGE, coke-bottle glasses, pants pulled up to his ribs, (rib-huggers… WOO.) WITH his shirt tucked in, WITH suspenders.

What a hunk, eh?

"Now, I would like to introduce myself, MY name is Dr Mr Srgt Captain Admiral…. Gee, I forgot my real name… Well, I guess you can call me Dr Mr Srgt Captain Admiral.. YES. That is my name. Now what are all yours?"

"Dude, there are only like… 2 of us here. I'm Mira. Fear me." Mira said, pulling out her nail-file in a VERY threatening way.

"I'm Morgoth. I'm evil and I like to plot. It's fun. I am an evil Lord, and if this doesn't work out I can have you made into an orc. You want that, buddy?"

"You… you…. Called me BUDDY. I've never had a BUDDY before…" Tears came into the corner ofDr.'s eyes; he was TOUCHED, "Now.. what do you two like to do for.." He reached for a Kleenex, "fun?"

"Well… I like to throw things at my assistants. It's a great stress-reliever, you know. OH. And I like to PLOT. PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT! Erm… and I like to… to…. Plot? Yeah.. that's it." We can all guess who said that.

Mira rolled her eyes and filed her nails, "I like to control Mirkwood…. And play with my wittle FELL BEASTS. Woo… that's about it."

"Oh… do you ever do anything… together?"

"OH OH OH! Once I made a plot that involved Mira and wooden ducks! Remember that, Mira? Wasn't that COOL?" Morgoth said, a gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah.. sorta…. I guess… Well I got Mirkwood out of it, anyway…" She muttered under her breath.

"So.. my BUDDIES, you've never done anything together? No WONDER you're marriage SUCKS-- I mean… is suffering. Now… we must think of something that you can both do TOGETHER." Dr Mr Srgt Captian Admiral said.

"Ermm.. like…?"

"Mini-golf is a GREAT sport." Dr Mr Srgt… eh I give up.

"Does it involve plotting?" Morgoth asked eagerly.

"Sorta….." Dr threw some putters at the to-be happy couple and shoved them out of his office. "NOW GO HAVE FUN! HAPPY TRAILS! ….. BUDDY!"

5 minutes later…..

"GGGGAAAAAAHHHHH" Morgoth roared and twisted his putter up into a ITSY-BITSY BALL and threw it at the obnoxious windmill, "THIS GAME IS THE STUPIDEST THING EVER!" Morgoth tried to crunch the golf ball in his hands.. but… it was too.. ROUND.

"Now now, DEAR, just because you can't play mini-golf doesn't mean we have to get MAD, do we? Hmm?" Mira said, putting the ball PERFECTLY into the hole.

Morgoth muttered colorful curses under his breath and stomped off to the car. Evilly.

Mira shrugged and decided to finish the rest of the game.. she was GOOD at this.

"Must…have… revenge… on… MARRIAGE COUNSELER! GAAHHH.."Morgoth fumed in the car, getting a map of the clinic and scribbling on it furiously with that tiny wittle golf pencil. And SOON.. an evil PLOT began to form…. SO EVIL.. that there would be NO MORE CLINIC… DUN DUN DUN DUUNNN…