RELEASE
Written by Nick Sinnett
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or any characters from Lord of the Rings. LOTR and its characters are property of Tolkein Enterprises, the Saul Zaentz Company, and are under license to New Line Productions inc. and Games Workshop Limited.
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"No man can kill me!" I raised my mace to strike the foolish mortal that cowered before me.
"I am no man!" yelled the mortal, throwing the helm aside to reveal a female face and long gold hair. I paused for a moment, and then I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Everything seemed to stand still for a moment as Sauron's gaze fell upon me.
I hate Sauron more than any other being, mortal or immortal, alive or dead.
He ordered for me to strike, but I shook my invisible head with a smirk. I was free from Sauron's power, but I was dying. I dropped to my knees, screaming in agony. My leg stung with a feeling that I had not felt for thousands of years.
Then I saw the tip of a blade coming at me. I did not move, instead I welcomed my doom. There was a flash of bright light, and I felt my armour twist and break as my soul leaked free. I drew breath one last time, and vanished. I was free. Free from the eternal torment, and from the Eye.
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I now move through the darkness of the House of Healing, nothing but a transparent specter. I walk into an open room, and before me is the woman that had slain me days before. She lies there, awake, but as if she is in a trance.
"Lady," I say, and she looks at me.
"I know your voice," she says, even though she looks terrified because of my ghostly, shriveled, robed form. "You are the Lord of the Nazgul."
"Thank you," I say, before vanishing forever.
Written by Nick Sinnett
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or any characters from Lord of the Rings. LOTR and its characters are property of Tolkein Enterprises, the Saul Zaentz Company, and are under license to New Line Productions inc. and Games Workshop Limited.
*
"No man can kill me!" I raised my mace to strike the foolish mortal that cowered before me.
"I am no man!" yelled the mortal, throwing the helm aside to reveal a female face and long gold hair. I paused for a moment, and then I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Everything seemed to stand still for a moment as Sauron's gaze fell upon me.
I hate Sauron more than any other being, mortal or immortal, alive or dead.
He ordered for me to strike, but I shook my invisible head with a smirk. I was free from Sauron's power, but I was dying. I dropped to my knees, screaming in agony. My leg stung with a feeling that I had not felt for thousands of years.
Then I saw the tip of a blade coming at me. I did not move, instead I welcomed my doom. There was a flash of bright light, and I felt my armour twist and break as my soul leaked free. I drew breath one last time, and vanished. I was free. Free from the eternal torment, and from the Eye.
*
I now move through the darkness of the House of Healing, nothing but a transparent specter. I walk into an open room, and before me is the woman that had slain me days before. She lies there, awake, but as if she is in a trance.
"Lady," I say, and she looks at me.
"I know your voice," she says, even though she looks terrified because of my ghostly, shriveled, robed form. "You are the Lord of the Nazgul."
"Thank you," I say, before vanishing forever.