I was the Witch-King of the Angmar, Sauron's second in command, the one who no one can kill, no weapons made by mortal men can kill. I've led several battles and have always been the winner, and never lost against anyone, mortal, elf or else. Other think of us Nazgul as already dead spirit, and it wasn't quite right. My kind just don't have any soul, that's all and cannot feel anything, unlike Humans, Elves or Dwarves or Hobbits. In Sauron's service for many years already, now, my Master ordered me to attack Rohan. Apparently, the King there had been bewitched, but Gandalf the Grey broke the enchantment on him, so there I was, fightingTheoden King. But as no one in Middle-Earth was my match, in a flash instant, I got close enough to kill him. However, a person stood in my way between the King of Rohan, my prey and myself. "This young person is either very bold or foolishly courageous."
"You fool, I am the Witch-King of Angmar, and my power is second to none but Sauron. You cannot slay me or do anything to me, because I have no soul, and you're looking only upon an empty shell."
The person continued to challenge me, fearlessly foolish :
"Witch-King of Angmar, you are standing between myself and my Uncle. No matter what you are, a dead spirit or whatever else, I shall slain thee with my sword. Don't battle my Uncle who's old, but duel me instead, I am younger than him."
"Foolish young person, I don't wish to kill you, because you are not my prey, but you're standing in my way, and so I'll have to kill you."
"Do what you will, Witch-King of Angmar."
"Then prepare to die, foolish young man! Such youth wasted for nothing, do you really think you can defeat me? I am the Witch-King of Angmar, the invincible one." As I was boasting about myself, the foolish young person said back to me :
"You are look upon a woman, not a man, Witch-King, and you shall die at a woman's hand. I am Lady Eowyn of Rohan, Lady Theodwyn's daughter and Theoden King's niece." She took off her helmet then and I saw she was definitely a lady.
"A woman in battle? There mustn't be enough men in Rohan then!" I said, sneering at her. But she was possibly one of the most beautiful women I ever saw in my very lonely life. I longed to touch her fair skin, and to hold her in my arms. While I was distracted by her beauty, she charged at me with her sword, decapitating my mount, so it destabilized me. But I also fought back with my mace, breaking her shield and injuring her delicate arm. Too engrossed into her then, I didn't notice any person behind her, so the little person took off his hood also, and stabbed me with a dagger. I didn't think much about it, as I was preparing to attack her and the little person again, but the stab in me drained all my energy. I didn't know the short dagger was enchanted, and the enchantment was deadly to my kind, almost like poison to me. Weakened, I couldn't attack again, and so she, a lady more gorgeous than an immortal Elf, drove her sword mercilessly into me. Funny how I thought to beg her for mercy now, as I never showed any to anyone in my whole life. As she drove her sword further into me, I felt my soulless life being slowly drained from me.
"Any last words or wish, oh mighty Witch-King?" She was mocking me in my dying moments, but too tired to reply, I said to her :
"Being killed by a brave Lady such like you is an honour for me." Before falling on the ground, I, King of all Nazguls drew one last breath, thinking I made my first and final mistake in my life : underestimating my enemy and not knowing my enemy beforehand, which was my downfall's reason.