Brothers in a clan watch the dark black skies swirl overhead.
One, unclad, turns to another and asks in his hissing voice, "What deeds has the Master for us?"
With a folding of great, rank black batlike wings, a fell voice answers. A sharp thin red tongue flicks from between sharp snaggly teeth and cold armor as he replies.
"We are going to war. The Nazgûl are to ride upon us into battle beyond the Mountains of Shadow."
The first nods, snaking its neck. His eyes glow red.
"This is indeed pleasant news. Will the Wraith's King be riding you into battle?"
The second hisses, a piercing, jeering sound that chills the soul.
"The Witch-King who once ruled Angmar I shall bear to the Pelennor Fields."
The second winged reptilian creature then arches its body, head tilted.
"The Eye is calling. The forces of our Land are gathering," he muttered, opening his wide, clawed wings.
The first grinned, eyes swirling red. "Do not keep the Eye waiting, Thrakatul."
The second creature hissed and rose into the air, swirling the choking grey dust of Mordor.
Around the slanted, immense black tower, similar shapes wheeled.
The first winged creature eyes the paler West and shudders, slithering down the dusty crag and leaping into flight.
One, unclad, turns to another and asks in his hissing voice, "What deeds has the Master for us?"
With a folding of great, rank black batlike wings, a fell voice answers. A sharp thin red tongue flicks from between sharp snaggly teeth and cold armor as he replies.
"We are going to war. The Nazgûl are to ride upon us into battle beyond the Mountains of Shadow."
The first nods, snaking its neck. His eyes glow red.
"This is indeed pleasant news. Will the Wraith's King be riding you into battle?"
The second hisses, a piercing, jeering sound that chills the soul.
"The Witch-King who once ruled Angmar I shall bear to the Pelennor Fields."
The second winged reptilian creature then arches its body, head tilted.
"The Eye is calling. The forces of our Land are gathering," he muttered, opening his wide, clawed wings.
The first grinned, eyes swirling red. "Do not keep the Eye waiting, Thrakatul."
The second creature hissed and rose into the air, swirling the choking grey dust of Mordor.
Around the slanted, immense black tower, similar shapes wheeled.
The first winged creature eyes the paler West and shudders, slithering down the dusty crag and leaping into flight.