Standard disclaimers apply. Unbeta'd. Title taken from the lyrics of "Gravity of You" by Starset. Thank you for reading.
He shatters the horsemaster's shield arm, and that's supposed to be the end of it.
"Die, now." The words come out from deep within, familiar as the blood of men staining the scorched earth. He has said this, time and time again, to men who think they are able to best him. Right before they die. In the split second before the light goes out of their eyes, they realize their fatal error.
But then there's the feeling of a blade cutting through him, in the back of his knee. It catches him off guard; he drops the horsemaster, hearing the Halfling's cries of pain, and then the horsemaster stands up. Takes off the helmet, letting it fall to the ground. And stands there, before him, in all her cold beauty.
A woman.
Disbelief colors his vision in shadow; his edges curl, and his hands seek to clench his weapon. But it's gone. He cannot move.
A woman.
Through every age he's witnessed, after every man's blood he's spilled—
It all comes to this.
A woman.
The looks she gives him is fierce. She says: "I am no man." And she plunges her sword into him.
Éowyn, daughter of kings, is the last thing the Witch-King will ever know before death finally takes him.