Actually, I had never intended to write a second part, but since everyone who read it (at least everyone who wrote a comment) was enthusiastic, I decided to write this new botch.
All the figures do not belong to me but to J.R.R. Tolkien and I don't earn anything from it. (I believe the honorable Mr. Tolkien would turn in his grave if he read this.)

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Like the Nazgul really were the second

Exasperated, the Witch King held his head in both arms. He hated that day. It started badly. In fact, everything had gone wrong in the last couple of weeks. Without exception everything. It had been a catastrophe for the ruler of Angmar
But best from the beginning: After his brutal subordinates had almost driven him insane as they were on the way to the Shire, he had managed to calm them down by riding with them to McDonalds. After Nazgul number 7 didn't taste the hamburger, they dismantled the restaurant, cursed the whole company and rode on.Until they were in the Shire, nothing happened. But then everything went wrong that could go wrong: They arrived there in good spirits, but had to find out that they were at the wrong end of the Shire.
Nazgul 3 had gone crazy in between and when he came back he told me something about the scent of the one ring. But the Witch King waved it off, after all they should get a Baggins or something. When asked by 9 what a Baggins was, no one had an answer.
Without further ado, the Witch King took out his cell phone and called his boss. He didn't know what to do next, but made it clear that if they should fail, something terrible would happen, something so unspeakably terrible that it is far too unspeakable to say. At least that's how he understood it. The Witch King only thought that a millennium of disembodiment would make you senile and shrugged his shoulders.
But that didn't help them either.So they split up and 5 found some undercut people in a forest. Anyway, the little ones swarmed all over the Shire, or as this backwoods country was called.
At first he just wanted to ask them for directions, but when they just ran away he took it personally and chased them under the bum with his one PS. But they fled over a river and that was the height: Everyone knows that ringwraiths hate running water and that was shamelessly exploited.
That was a personal insult and cheating too. Furious, he took a detour and after a few adventures all the Nazgul met in front of Bree.
The Witch King remembered vividly the discussion they had led to it. He called for an aspirin when he thought of it. At least they knew one of them was the Baggins.

"I'm going to finish these little orc cuttings!" 5 yelled.
"Calm down again.", 7 mumbled bored. 9 and 2 seemed to agree with him because they nodded vigorously."But they cheated!" 5 tried to explain himself.
"Maybe they didn't even know that we couldn't stand running water." 8 thought out loud. Everyone looked at him. They all thought and then they shook their heads. "Well, everyone knows that", they all said unanimously. All except the Witch King, who was typing wildly on a small box in his hand.
"Boss, what are you doing?" Asked 4 and looked over his shoulder.
"I want to write a text message," he growled.
Everyone stared at him in amazement. "You're writing a text message?" 6 exclaimed puzzled.
“Yes, mind?” The Witch King was slightly irritated and you could hear that.
"No, we are just ... surprised.", 3 tried to explain. "Exactly, we're surprised," agreed 6 and 9.
"Yeah ... grumbling ..." The Witch King of Angmar was still typing, but then looked up as all of his subordinates leaned over to him. "What's wrong?"
"Who is the SMS for?", 4 wanted to know briskly.
"For the old sack that pays us.", the Witch King snorted contemptuously and turned back to his display.
"Um, boss? We don't get paid." Whispered 4.
"I know, does the word sarcasm mean anything?" His boss asked, slightly pissed off.
"Yes, of course. Do you think I'm stupid?" 4 of course had no idea, but he didn't want to be stupid. So he added: "But I've never had the opportunity to try any of it, and I can't handle foreign cuisine very well."
The Witch King made a sound that was a mixture of frustration, anger, anger and annoyance. "DAMN, I MINE I HAVE .... Oh, just forget it. And this shitty cell phone! It's way too small, who should be able to type on it ?! DAMN AGAIN !!" He threw the cell phone on the floor angrily . None of his people said anything.
Finally, 7 took the first step. He jumped off his horse and picked up the cell phone. "Boss, the cell phone can't help it either ... Hey, that's a Siemens!"he exclaimed.
8 cheered once while 2 gasped for air. "You owe me dinner now." 8 shouted happily and pointed with his finger at 2.
Nobody understood anything. "What got into you guys?"
"Well, we had a bet for dinner what cell phone you have and he won.", 2 explained and sighed.
"Well I have a Phillips", 3 called.
"And me Nokia.", 4 interfered.
"Damn it doesn't matter what kind of shitty cell phones you have here !!" shouted the Witch King, exasperated.
"Well, I want to know.", 6 said bravely. He was silenced by a blow from his neighbor, 8.
"Well folks, one of you is now sending a text message to the big eye asking what exactly we should be here and what we should do when we have the beutlin, get it?" The Witch King sent threatening glances around the group. "Who does it."
"Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!", Everyone shouted at the same time.
"Good, 9 you will do it.", Determines the Witch King and considers the discussion to be over."Yeah!", 9 called.
"Och menno, always 9th," 6 complained.
"That's unfair!" 2 and 7 shouted in unison.
The Witch King drew his sword.
"9, should I help you write?" 6 asked hastily. 2 suddenly found the city wall of Bree very interesting and 7 took out a book which he apparently read immediately.
The Witch King put his sword back away. 9 hurriedly typed on his cell phone, 7 still "leave" (but didn't notice how he was holding the book the wrong way round), 2 had meanwhile started arguing with 4 and 5 about whether Phillips, Sony or Nokia made the best cell phones .
Suddenly 3 mumbled softly: "How you can still satisfy your partner in old age" All conversations fell silent and everyone looked at him.
"What did you just say?" Asked 6 incredulously.
"Uh .. that's the name of the book that was reading 7", 3 explained immediately.
This crept behind his book that he then turned around in a flash so that he could have read.
"Um, 7 I didn't even know you had such problems."said 5.
"I didn't ... I didn't." 7 stuttered.
"Then why are you reading something like that?" 5 chopped off. There was a murmur of approval.
"Um ... that's because a friend can't really do it anymore and has confided in me.", He apologized.
Suddenly 2 shouted angrily: "YOU SAID THAT IT WILL STAY WITH US !!"
"Um guys, you have the same problem?" Asked 6 timidly.
"You too?"
He nodded in embarrassment.
"Well, we're not the youngest anymore.", Pondered 9.
"Oh, that's not an excuse!", 4 got upset. "I can really do what I want, nothing happens. I have a complete Playboy collection and nothing's going on down there. Even dark Elvish strippers, I feel like it, but the one down there doesn't play along!" He hit him furiously after a mosquito on his arm.
The Witch King slapped his forehead with his hand. "Guys, is it because we're disembodied?"
Everyone looked at him in dismay. "So you have problems too, boss?""Damn it, we can't because we don't have a limb!" He yelled at her.
"Boss, it is clear that you are embarrassed, but you don't have to freak out about it."
The Witch King wanted to jump off a cliff ... or push his people off the cliff.
Suddenly something moved really hard in the groin area of ​​9. Everyone just stared at him. But he himself just reached out unmoved and took out his cell phone.
Then he shouted: "It's the boss. He writes: Kill him and take ring with you .. and if you call me old again I'll transfer you to the breeding station for orcs!" He stared briefly at the display.
"What did you write to him?", 4 wanted to know.
"Uh, wait ... something like that: Jo, dude, what exactly should we do when we've checked out Baggins? ... Yes, I think that's about it."
"Guys, it doesn't matter what you wrote. We know what to do, so let's grab the Baggins."growled the senior of them.
"JAAAAA !!!", everyone exclaimed enthusiastically and drew their swords.

The following part went well until they realized that no one was lying in the beds they stabbed.
Everyone shouted angrily, only 3 didn't. Suddenly he began to scratch himself wildly and then ran out of the room in a panic.
"What's he got?" Asked 8, a little confused.
"Ne allergy to chicken feathers.", 7 explained.
"And why didn't he say it before?" Growled the Witch King.
"He didn't want us to think he was a weakling.", 4 assumed and 2 nodded as if he wanted to confirm it.
"But he is, too!" All the others shouted in unison.
"We should stop this crap and rather look for Baggins!" 3 called from outside.
And so they rode away again, but because they were leaving a pub they naturally did it appropriately: They were extremely loud and probably woke the whole neighborhood.

That was weeks ago, but it was still extremely embarrassing for the Witch King.How did he stand there now? Because of this disaster, he could hardly be seen anywhere. The fact that all of his subordinates have nicer cell phones than him is simply a disaster. He was so embarrassed about it.

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Somehow the first story was better, this one is a complete disaster. Well, next time, when there is a next time, I'll write The Chase of Arwen.