Fan Fiction ❯ Reborn of Darkness ❯ Runaway Chibi Dark lords. ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: VegetandAru 
Ahhhh! Poor chibi Sauron. No bad comments now people, I based his character on my chibi cousin, Liz, so DON'T DIS HIM!!!!!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Mystery / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 985 | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
Ahhhh! Poor chibi Sauron. No bad comments now people, I based his character on my chibi cousin, Liz, so DON'T DIS HIM!!!!!!!!!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Mystery / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 985 | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S *MY* ARMY! I WANT TO GO TO WAR!!!!!"
"Master Sauron, calm down please, It's no good going to war in the state our armies are in, you need to give them time to recuperate or else it'll just be a suicidal attack"
"YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE ANY FUN! YOU'RE SO BORING! I HATE IT HERE!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!"
The dark haired teen, swivelled round on his heels and stormed out the room into his private chambers, slamming the door furiously behind him.
Saruman winced at the loud sound, he'd heard it a few too many times in the last few days for his liking.
He had been so pleased when the Nasgul had brought to them the one ring, however he hadn't particularly expected the dark lords new body to look like this.
"I'm getting too old for this." The white bearded wizard muttered wearily. Orcs and Uruk-Hais he could deal with and commanded, but a reincarnated dark lord with the body and mind of an eighteen year old, he could not.
Sighing for what felt like the millionth time that week, Saruman rubbed his temples and distractedly got to work, raising new Uruk-Hais for the dark Teen's army.
"Master Sauron, calm down please, It's no good going to war in the state our armies are in, you need to give them time to recuperate or else it'll just be a suicidal attack"
"YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE ANY FUN! YOU'RE SO BORING! I HATE IT HERE!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!"
The dark haired teen, swivelled round on his heels and stormed out the room into his private chambers, slamming the door furiously behind him.
Saruman winced at the loud sound, he'd heard it a few too many times in the last few days for his liking.
He had been so pleased when the Nasgul had brought to them the one ring, however he hadn't particularly expected the dark lords new body to look like this.
"I'm getting too old for this." The white bearded wizard muttered wearily. Orcs and Uruk-Hais he could deal with and commanded, but a reincarnated dark lord with the body and mind of an eighteen year old, he could not.
Sighing for what felt like the millionth time that week, Saruman rubbed his temples and distractedly got to work, raising new Uruk-Hais for the dark Teen's army.
<o0@0o>
"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S *MY* ARMY! I WANT TO GO TO WAR!!!!!"
"Master Sauron, calm down please, It's no good going to war in the state our armies are in, you need to give them time to recuperate or else it'll just be a suicidal attack"
"YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE ANY FUN! YOU'RE SO BORING! I HATE IT HERE!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!"
"Master Sauron, calm down please, It's no good going to war in the state our armies are in, you need to give them time to recuperate or else it'll just be a suicidal attack"
"YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE ANY FUN! YOU'RE SO BORING! I HATE IT HERE!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!"
Sauron stormed into his chambers, making sure to slam the door loudly behind him, and flopped on to the four poster bed in the middle of the large room.
"Bored! Bored! Bored!" He complained crossly, his voice muffled somewhat by the velvet pillows that decorated the beautiful bed. "This sucks." He informed the empty room, standing up and kicking his bed side table. He folded his arms and stuck his bottom lip out in an obvious pout.
"I want to go play with my army." The young dark lord whined glaring out the window were the Mordor Orcs were desperately trying to full fill his request for more fighting Uruk-Hai.
Looking round his room, Sauron quickly came to a dicision and stripping off his finely tailored robes he walked over to his wardrobe and selected the plainest leggings and tunic he could find. He pulled them on and grabbed a pair of simple brown leather boots from behind his door.
Walking over to the mahogany writting desk that lined his wall opposite the dying fire, Sauron opened a draw and searched around for the small ivory knife that he kept for opening letters. Nothing fancy, but still a weapon.
Tying his belt around his waist and grabbing a small pouch of gold coins, Sauron turned and opened the window. Making sure that the ring was safely out of view under his shirt and the gold chain was hidden as well as it could be, he pulled on a plain brown travelling robe and opened the window.
Climbing up on to the window ledge, Sauron quickly found his footing and holding on to it with all his might he moved his feet from it and placed them onto the coarse stone, of the black wall.
He scrabbled for a moment trying to find any nook or jut of rook to place his feet on before skilfully starting to make his way down the wall.
Jumping the last foot to the ground, Sauron pulled his cloak closer around himself to try to conceal his young features and shying into the shadows, he pulled the hood up and bowed his head to stop the hot volcanic ashes that seemed determined to sting the mahogany brown eyes.
Keeping close to the wall he quickly made his way to the main gate and pressing his back up against the wall he quietly waited for them to open.
If only some of his forces would return from some battle or another then he would be able to slip out of the black gates as they passed without being noticed.
Then he would be free.
"Bored! Bored! Bored!" He complained crossly, his voice muffled somewhat by the velvet pillows that decorated the beautiful bed. "This sucks." He informed the empty room, standing up and kicking his bed side table. He folded his arms and stuck his bottom lip out in an obvious pout.
"I want to go play with my army." The young dark lord whined glaring out the window were the Mordor Orcs were desperately trying to full fill his request for more fighting Uruk-Hai.
Looking round his room, Sauron quickly came to a dicision and stripping off his finely tailored robes he walked over to his wardrobe and selected the plainest leggings and tunic he could find. He pulled them on and grabbed a pair of simple brown leather boots from behind his door.
Walking over to the mahogany writting desk that lined his wall opposite the dying fire, Sauron opened a draw and searched around for the small ivory knife that he kept for opening letters. Nothing fancy, but still a weapon.
Tying his belt around his waist and grabbing a small pouch of gold coins, Sauron turned and opened the window. Making sure that the ring was safely out of view under his shirt and the gold chain was hidden as well as it could be, he pulled on a plain brown travelling robe and opened the window.
Climbing up on to the window ledge, Sauron quickly found his footing and holding on to it with all his might he moved his feet from it and placed them onto the coarse stone, of the black wall.
He scrabbled for a moment trying to find any nook or jut of rook to place his feet on before skilfully starting to make his way down the wall.
Jumping the last foot to the ground, Sauron pulled his cloak closer around himself to try to conceal his young features and shying into the shadows, he pulled the hood up and bowed his head to stop the hot volcanic ashes that seemed determined to sting the mahogany brown eyes.
Keeping close to the wall he quickly made his way to the main gate and pressing his back up against the wall he quietly waited for them to open.
If only some of his forces would return from some battle or another then he would be able to slip out of the black gates as they passed without being noticed.
Then he would be free.
<o0@0o>
Saruman watched as the black gates opened and the latest set of fighting Uruk-Hai returned back to Mordor. Prying his eyes from the sight he walked over to his Dark Lords Bed chambers and rapped his knuckles lightly on the door, knowing the boy would want to know of there return.
"My Lord. Some of the troops have returned." He waited for a moment and then tried again, knocking the door louder this time and raising his voice. "Milord The troops of Uruk-Hai have returned, do you not wish to know how it went." His brow furrowed, when he received no answer and hesitantly he pushed open the door. "Sauron."
Looking around, he noted with a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach that the grand room was completely empty.
"Sauron!" Saruman's voice held a hint of urgency as grey eyes darted around the empty room, taking in the discarded clothes, the disappearance of the knife from the draw of the writting desk and finally the wide open window.
"Oh God." He muttered. "GUARDS!" He turned on his heels and fled the room.
"My Lord. Some of the troops have returned." He waited for a moment and then tried again, knocking the door louder this time and raising his voice. "Milord The troops of Uruk-Hai have returned, do you not wish to know how it went." His brow furrowed, when he received no answer and hesitantly he pushed open the door. "Sauron."
Looking around, he noted with a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach that the grand room was completely empty.
"Sauron!" Saruman's voice held a hint of urgency as grey eyes darted around the empty room, taking in the discarded clothes, the disappearance of the knife from the draw of the writting desk and finally the wide open window.
"Oh God." He muttered. "GUARDS!" He turned on his heels and fled the room.