Chapter 20 - The Evil Sorcerer
Mr Pinkerton marched down the halls of the tower of Orthanc, where he and his lover, Saraman lived together and watched the affairs of Middle Earth. He marched towards a room with a balcony looking over a huge field, where thousands of orcs are waiting for his command to attack on whatever he wants. He was proudly marching down the halls when he stopped. A few feet ahead of him stood a man wearing white robes.
"Pinkerton . . ." He said. It was Saraman. "There's something we need to . . . discuss."
"What is it?" Mr Pinkerton asked.
"You seem distant now . . . " Saraman answered. "You aren't fun anymore . . . All you think about is world domination now, with Sauron. What about ME? Remember when we used to go smell the flowers together?" Mr Pinkerton turned his head away.
"Things have changed, Saraman." He said. "I can only do so much. Think about it, we are doing something great! Who knows, maybe we can spend our anniversary in Mordor for the summer? Wouldn't you like that?"
"You're doing it again!" Saraman said.
"Doing what, my love?" Mr Pinkerton asked.
"You only think about the future! What about NOW? What if I die? What will you do?" Saraman asked.
"Heh. There's always Gandalf!" Mr Pinkerton said, shrugging. "C'est la vie."
"That cut me deep!" Saraman said, crying and running down the hall. Mr Pinkerton shrugged. He had more important things to deal with. Saraman will have to wait. He continued heading down the hallway and finally arrived at the balcony. There were orcs all over the place talking away.
"OK before we go ANYWHERE, I'm going to need 5 minutes of silence. This is way too unacceptable." The orcs stood quiet. At four minutes and 59 seconds, one of them coughed. Mr Pinkerton rolled his eyes, annoyed. "OK! START OVER!" There was a groan in the crowd.
3 days later . . .
The orcs were all still standing in front of Orthanc, quietly. Soon, Gandalf arrived and walked past them with a puzzled look. He was dragging Merry and Pippin by ropes. He walked into the tower, and heard crying coming from the library. He curiously walked over and found Saraman sobbing at his chair.
"What's wrong?" Gandalf asked.
"Its. . . Mr Pinkerton . . ." Saraman said over baffled wails. "He's changed."
"Really? Too bad, I brought two Hobbits and . . ."
"No, he hasn't changed that way." Saraman interrupted. "He's power hungry! He's been out on the becony for 3 days waiting for the orcs to be quiet and . . . I don't think he loves me like he used to."
"REALLY!" Gandalf said. This was his big chance to get Saraman away from Mr Pinkerton and he could have Saraman to himself. "That's great - I mean, that's too bad . . ." Saraman nodded in agreement. He went to blow his nose, and he chucked his Kleenex on a huge pile of used Kleenexes.
"Well, I will talk to him . . ." Gandalf offered. "But now, we have more important things to deal with."