Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wonderful characters that are featured
in the lord of the rings trilogy, because if I did I would be rolling in
the green stuff right now and not writing this Fan Fiction.
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A.N This isn't my usual stile of writing, I would normally write humour, but I feel that this story needs to be told, so people don't just judge the Witch-King straight away, to be a cruel, heartless, villain...............well he is, but has anyone ever considered all that he has been through..............
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The Witch-King of Angmar
"SHIRE!............BAGGINS!"
The cry range through Mordor and Orodurin groaned and blew fire and ash into the sky.
The Witch-King, Lord of the Nazgul, mounted his black horse and kicked it to a gallop. His master had sent him North and he had no choice but to go.
Together, the Nine left Minas Morgal and headed toward the land know as the Shire to find a creature, a hobbit, by the name of Baggins. They must find him, they must........
As they the land of shadow got further and further behind, weakness over came them. They had not left Mordor in many a year, but still they rode on, they could not stop.
On Midsummer's day they approached Isengard and the tower of Orthanc, but Saruman did not hinder them and they crossed the river quickly. They then set a course, following the Misty Mountains.
The Black Captain's strength grew every day, as he got used to being away from the city of wraiths and his pace quickened. They would reach the Shire soon, a few weeks at the most. And then he could reclaim his master's prize.
It was close, so close. The thing he was searching for. It was an obsession; it was all he could feel.
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"Baaagginnsss?"
The hair on Hamfast Gamgee's neck stood on end and a shiver ran down his spine at the sound of the stranger's hollow, hissing voice.
"No, Mr Baggins has gone away," he spluttered, "Went this morning and my Sam went with him: anyway all his stuff went. Yes, sold out and gone, I'll tell'ee."
"Wwwhy did Baaagginnsss go?"
"Why, is none of my business, or yours."
"Wwwere did Baaagginnsss go?
"That ain't no secret. He's moved to Bucklebury or some such place, away down yonder it is- a tidy way. I've never been so far myself; they're queer folks in Buckland."
"Can you send a messsagge?"
"No, I can't send a message, goodnight to you!"
The black rider screamed a spine-chilling scream, and cantered off down bagshot row. That insolent little creature! Never the less, now they knew which way he went...it was just a matter of catching him.
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The Witch-king and the other eight Ringwraiths now slit up, in order to catch the hobbit before he reached Crickhollow. They patrolled the roads, each one on his own...nothing was going to get passed them.
A few days after he left Hobbitton the Black Captain rode along a path, which headed toward Buckland, home of the Brandybucks'
Suddenly, he felt it. It was here. Somewhere. He brought his horse to a stop and dismounted at the roadside. He had not the strength to walk properly, but he staggered forward, and leaned over the side of the verge. He could feel it, smell it, it was here, he was so close.
Beneath him, hidden from view by some protruding roots, Frodo Baggins was huddled, petrified with his friends, Pippin and Sam. He could here the rider, it seemed as though it as trying to sniff out his burden. He clutched at the ring in his pocket. Slowly, he began to lift it out. 'I'm still in the Shire!' he thought, 'What could possibly happen if I slip it on?'
So close! The captain became more desperate. He had to find it! He couldn't see in the light but he knew..........No. He could not find it, he was not strong enough. He had to move on. He mounted and walked his horse on and then sped up to a trot.
Frodo watched him, getting further and further away. That had been far too close.
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A.N This isn't my usual stile of writing, I would normally write humour, but I feel that this story needs to be told, so people don't just judge the Witch-King straight away, to be a cruel, heartless, villain...............well he is, but has anyone ever considered all that he has been through..............
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The Witch-King of Angmar
"SHIRE!............BAGGINS!"
The cry range through Mordor and Orodurin groaned and blew fire and ash into the sky.
The Witch-King, Lord of the Nazgul, mounted his black horse and kicked it to a gallop. His master had sent him North and he had no choice but to go.
Together, the Nine left Minas Morgal and headed toward the land know as the Shire to find a creature, a hobbit, by the name of Baggins. They must find him, they must........
As they the land of shadow got further and further behind, weakness over came them. They had not left Mordor in many a year, but still they rode on, they could not stop.
On Midsummer's day they approached Isengard and the tower of Orthanc, but Saruman did not hinder them and they crossed the river quickly. They then set a course, following the Misty Mountains.
The Black Captain's strength grew every day, as he got used to being away from the city of wraiths and his pace quickened. They would reach the Shire soon, a few weeks at the most. And then he could reclaim his master's prize.
It was close, so close. The thing he was searching for. It was an obsession; it was all he could feel.
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"Baaagginnsss?"
The hair on Hamfast Gamgee's neck stood on end and a shiver ran down his spine at the sound of the stranger's hollow, hissing voice.
"No, Mr Baggins has gone away," he spluttered, "Went this morning and my Sam went with him: anyway all his stuff went. Yes, sold out and gone, I'll tell'ee."
"Wwwhy did Baaagginnsss go?"
"Why, is none of my business, or yours."
"Wwwere did Baaagginnsss go?
"That ain't no secret. He's moved to Bucklebury or some such place, away down yonder it is- a tidy way. I've never been so far myself; they're queer folks in Buckland."
"Can you send a messsagge?"
"No, I can't send a message, goodnight to you!"
The black rider screamed a spine-chilling scream, and cantered off down bagshot row. That insolent little creature! Never the less, now they knew which way he went...it was just a matter of catching him.
********
The Witch-king and the other eight Ringwraiths now slit up, in order to catch the hobbit before he reached Crickhollow. They patrolled the roads, each one on his own...nothing was going to get passed them.
A few days after he left Hobbitton the Black Captain rode along a path, which headed toward Buckland, home of the Brandybucks'
Suddenly, he felt it. It was here. Somewhere. He brought his horse to a stop and dismounted at the roadside. He had not the strength to walk properly, but he staggered forward, and leaned over the side of the verge. He could feel it, smell it, it was here, he was so close.
Beneath him, hidden from view by some protruding roots, Frodo Baggins was huddled, petrified with his friends, Pippin and Sam. He could here the rider, it seemed as though it as trying to sniff out his burden. He clutched at the ring in his pocket. Slowly, he began to lift it out. 'I'm still in the Shire!' he thought, 'What could possibly happen if I slip it on?'
So close! The captain became more desperate. He had to find it! He couldn't see in the light but he knew..........No. He could not find it, he was not strong enough. He had to move on. He mounted and walked his horse on and then sped up to a trot.
Frodo watched him, getting further and further away. That had been far too close.
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