Confessions of a Forgotten Ringwraith
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Originally Posted by Alcarillo
"Why do you ask so many questions? They'll be here in no time flat. In the meantime, you can go down to my chocolate vault and grab me a Khît-Khât bar." The Witch-king leaped into his armchair and shooed away Ringwraith #4, who glumly marched down to the dungeons and cellars to get the Witch-king his chocolate bar.
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After arriving at the lower levels, Ringwraith #4 suddenly remembered that he didn't even know where the chocolate vault was. After all, he had not even known about it until a few days ago.
"Drat, him, he always gives me tasks he knows I'm going to fail!" he said to himself. Looking left and right, he thought about what to do. Drudgingly, he started off in one direction in search of the chocolate vault.
A few hours later, he had still not located the room where the sweet safe was located. He had grown more and more depressed as the time went on. Not only was he given this menial task, but soon the other Ringwraiths would arrive. With the rest of them here, he would just be forgotten again. It always happened that way; he was always left out. In fact, he had found out that he had been the last choice for side-driver of Minas Mor-go for the race. The only reason he was here was that all the other Ringwraiths had previous engagements on the day the race started. Furthermore, the only reason that the Witch-King had chosen him over his highest ranking orc was the fact that the orc had gotten skewered in a riot before the race had started. It was all very depressing to think about.
Suddenly, he looked up and saw a room that he had never noticed before. Pushing the door open, he knew he had found the right place. Crates upon crates of tongue-numbing sweetness were stacked in the gigantic storeroom. Taking a quick glance back in the hall, he walked over to the nearest crate, filled with Twîks, and began munching on a few. After all, he had been gone so long, a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. So, a couple dozen chocolate bars later, he walked down the aisle to the Khît-Khâts and, grabbing one, made his way back up to the Witch-King.
"What took you so long?!" said the Witch-King gruffly.
"Well, I didn't actually know where the chocolate vault was, so I had to find it. Anyway, here's your Khît-Khât."
"Idiot, why didn't you just admit you didn't know up front and ask where it was. Now you've taken so long that I've changed my mind. Go back and get me a Schnîkûrz. And you better hurry back, because you'll be taking candy orders from the other Wraiths as they arrive."
Ringwraith #4 looked at him blankly. *Jerk* he though. He turned and started back down to the vault. *Oh, well, more Twîks for me* he though with a quiet laugh.