Nazgúl Hobbies!

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Sadly, such is often the way with those corrupted by the Ring. Just as Saruman, having rebodied himself after three long ages of labour, ended as a third-rate conjurer on the pier theatre circuit, the Nazgûl also fell from their original stature. From kings and princes of Men, they were reduced to amusing themselves with crass and undignified practical jokes, more befitting those who spend too much time before their palantíri.

This particular escapade cost them dearly, though. Gandalf filmed them with his video camera and they were forced to perform a couple of centuries' community service. This is what they were doing while Sauron was gradually building up his strength again after the Last Alliance.

As is quite clear, the fell beasts were reptilian and produced no milk. However, Daisy was a good source of the raw materials for a sort of ice-cream. Her corruption by one of the Nine had spoiled her milk so that it emerged in a clotted mess that tasted faintly of broccoli; but nevertheless the Nazûl were able to sell it to the fast food industry by dint of adding dangerous amounts of sugar. This helped them a great deal when they were fined heavily for toilet-papering Minas Tirith one Halloween.

It is said that whoever eats of the milk of Daisy will in time become a wraith-cow themselves. Though they may start out desiring only a quick snack, soon they will forget even the taste of salad, drawn ever further into a dark world of nasty, furtive eating and resentful remembering. In time they grow to both hate and love the fair forms of which they have been forever robbed, and low mournfully for their dark masters, who only mock them in their sorrow and sell them ineffective slimming drugs.