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Doubt and Greed
By Elentari
He stood and watched the small creature's life seep away. Its eyes stared up at him, glistening with fear as his mouth filled with blood and he choked. In a feeble attempt to grab the Ring from his hands, the small thing in front of him reached upwards. The Ring nearly in its grasp, its eyes went still and no breath left its lungs as its hand fell, limp, to the ground.
Hobbits…disgusting little pests the Witch King told himself as he cleaned his moricle blade and kicked Frodo's corpse hard in the side. The other, one by the name of Samwise Gamgee, was pinned to a tree and occupying the Ringwraith's sword. With a putrid gurgle, the Nazgul wrenched his sword from the tree and let Sam's entrails litter the floor as he slumped to the ground. Taking once last look at his latest kill, the Witch King mounted his black stallion and began to gallop toward Mordor.
No more than an hour later, he stopped, but not of fatigue. The Nazgul servants of Sauron had their own evil. The King of the Nazgul, most human, for he made decisions without the Great Eye hanging over his shoulder, thought of the chaos he himself could commit. The thought of destroying peaceful lives and whole kingdoms was to his liking, but doing it under another's thumb was not.
Reaching into his robes, the King pulled out his master's Ring. This Ring was intriguing and indeed had a pull upon his non-existent soul which he could not explain. Indeed.
Twirling the golden band in his bony palm, the King smiled maliciously. Perhaps the power his master contains will be his someday. Perhaps, this Ring will lead him to glory. Was it possible? The Witch King was greedy and had no quarrel admitting to it. He hissed a laugh and pocketed the Ring once more.
Again, he rode his Shadow beast, but not to Mordor. This Ring was the tool he needed to gain control. The only tool. It was…precious…to his greed.
Doubt and Greed
By Elentari
He stood and watched the small creature's life seep away. Its eyes stared up at him, glistening with fear as his mouth filled with blood and he choked. In a feeble attempt to grab the Ring from his hands, the small thing in front of him reached upwards. The Ring nearly in its grasp, its eyes went still and no breath left its lungs as its hand fell, limp, to the ground.
Hobbits…disgusting little pests the Witch King told himself as he cleaned his moricle blade and kicked Frodo's corpse hard in the side. The other, one by the name of Samwise Gamgee, was pinned to a tree and occupying the Ringwraith's sword. With a putrid gurgle, the Nazgul wrenched his sword from the tree and let Sam's entrails litter the floor as he slumped to the ground. Taking once last look at his latest kill, the Witch King mounted his black stallion and began to gallop toward Mordor.
No more than an hour later, he stopped, but not of fatigue. The Nazgul servants of Sauron had their own evil. The King of the Nazgul, most human, for he made decisions without the Great Eye hanging over his shoulder, thought of the chaos he himself could commit. The thought of destroying peaceful lives and whole kingdoms was to his liking, but doing it under another's thumb was not.
Reaching into his robes, the King pulled out his master's Ring. This Ring was intriguing and indeed had a pull upon his non-existent soul which he could not explain. Indeed.
Twirling the golden band in his bony palm, the King smiled maliciously. Perhaps the power his master contains will be his someday. Perhaps, this Ring will lead him to glory. Was it possible? The Witch King was greedy and had no quarrel admitting to it. He hissed a laugh and pocketed the Ring once more.
Again, he rode his Shadow beast, but not to Mordor. This Ring was the tool he needed to gain control. The only tool. It was…precious…to his greed.