To Be Mine

Loki felt the cold nudging him from his sleep. The wind whispering in his ears. He did not wish to wake. Not yet. He turned his face away, seeking the blackness. He lay still but unconscious slipped away. He peeked his eyes open. Stormy dark clouds swirled above. Snow fell from them. He moved his fingers, feeling the snow beneath them. Loki sat up, looking around. It was white everywhere he looked. Snow covering everything. A cold breeze glided across his face.

How long was he laying here? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was falling from the Bifrost. The image of Thor growing smaller and smaller till he could no longer see him.. He fell even farther, drifting into desolate space. He moved in one direction only. Hours, days...months melted into one endless night. A silent night. There was no sound, only his thoughts. He thought a lot during that time. But after a long while he thought of nothing. He just watched the flickering lights of far away suns. He continued to sail further until he closed his eyes and refused to open them.

But that did not explain how he got here. Where and whenever this was.
He got to his feet. He could see that he was atop a mountain. Tall majestic peaks arose all around him. With a scowl he began the climb down. Snow fluttering around him.


He was weak. Weaker than he had ever been in thousands of years of existence Groping the shadows he cursed that blasted woman who wounded him so greatly. He spurned the idea that a woman had defeated him! He who had slain so many, he who victored in battles. He, the Witch King of Angmar, leader of the Nazgul and most devoted and loyal servant of his Lord. Befelled by a scrawny little bitch. He seethed with rage and all that was dwarfed by the grief he felt.

His Lord Sauron was no more. He could no longer feel his presence. It was if he was gone forever from this world. But he knew that was not so. His Master would never again regain the strength he once had. The One Ring was destroyed. He was crippled beyond repair. He had fled into the darkest of darkness in Middle Earth. Morgomir could not feel his Master's presence simply because his Master did not wish him to. It crushed him to know that this was the truth.

He still longed for his Lord.

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AN: I just wrote this after watching the Hobbit (awesome movie) and re-watching the Avengers. For awhile I really had no idea where this was going but I have just now thought of some ideas. So we'll see what happens :D

I have a thing for the Witch King ^^