On Minas Soar-gul
The flying city of Minas Mor-go offered a much smoother ride than was expected, though at times it got a bit windy out. By now the city had reached the foothills of the Misty Mountains. The High Pass could be seen in the distance.
The Witch-king sat back in his leather armchair, chatting amiably with Khamûl over piña coladas. The other Ringwraiths were elsewhere, having been sent off on errands across the city.
"Hah! I sent #4 to scrub the toilets!" boasted the Witch-king.
"Well, I sent #3 to go make us more piña coladas!" said Khamûl.
The two threw back their heads and laughed. But their laughter did not last long. Suddenly, Minas Mor-go (or Minas Soar-gul, as it was called while in flight) halted in mid-air. The city slumped to one side, but did not fall to the ground. The flying beasts screamed and became tangled in dozens of white, taut strands. The city was ensnared. It bounced up and down a few times before coming to a rest. The other Ringwraiths ran up to the gate to see what had happened. King Eänur's ghost had drifted up, too.
"I felt us stop. Are we there yet?"
"No, idiot!" said the Witch-king. "We're caught in what looks like a giant spider's web."
And sure enough, they were captured in a giant web, spanning the distance between two great pinnacles of rock.
"Where's the spider?" asked #4. His knees started to shake and knock together. It was no secret that he was afraid of spiders.
"There!" shouted #9, pointing to a corner of the web. And there, curled up, lay the fearsome spider, poking one of the flying beasts with a leg to see how tender it was. The spider's eyes were as large as watermelons, and its fangs were as long as a man is tall. Its legs were covered by bristly black hairs. #4 fainted. The Witch-king kicked him and #4 came to, but still had to avert his eyes so he wouldn’t feel faint.
"How are we going to get out of this web?" asked #3.
"Easily, idiot. We cut ourselves out," said Khamûl.
"Exactly," said the Witch-king, "But we need to distract the spider while we cut. And I have a plan. #s 7-9, go find enough wood for a catapult. #5 and #6, go find nails, ropes and hammers. I have a plan."
"Wh-what's that?" asked #4, dreading the answer.
"We build a catapult, idiot," said the Witch-king, "And we launch you near the spider! While the spider's busy wrapping you up in its threads, we cut ourselves out and voila! we're freed."
"Me? And the spider? But-but how are you going to get me back once you've launched me?"
The Witch-king shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now go make yourself useful!"
And #s 5-9 ran off to find the proper construction materials, while #4 ran away sobbing to contemplate his fate. #3 followed him to provide emotional support.