I was trying to spy on the elves in Mirkwood, but being a balrog at that time, there was a problem... I keet on forgetting to put my fire out! By the time I was close to their dwelling, more that half the wood was on fire! Smoke rising everywhere, elves jumping out of trees, wolves running away, it was quite an evulllll sight. The elves were quick to catch on though, they knew that I would be coming, I do not know how, maybe we have a spy in our midst. They had prepared a big water bucket on top of a tree, and as soon as I burnt that tree, the bucket fell on top of me, dousing my fire! The elves were on me like monkeys on bananas! I even thought a few of them biting me, and screaming "His fire burnt my beautiful hair!". They put me inside a jail, a dark room, and my fire was not lit. There was little light coming into the cell. I was stuck there. In my dreams though, I remembered a spell that Dark Istari taught me to re-light my flame, and I did! And woosh, next thing I knew, the cell was already burnt, and I was running around, burning as much as I possibly could. The elves were shouting and screaming in the chaos, and their arrows only tickled. I even bought 3 roasted elves back, for the delight of the Dark Lord or the Witch King, I have heard they like fresh elves. .

Forwarded to Angmar by Nameless One