Tears streaked her face like beautiful scars, to be seen and kept as a reminder. Kagome was the image of haunted elegance, someone who was admired and respected yet feared and distanced.

But who was to blame them? Kagome herself couldn't find the will be anything else but what they saw, a woman trapped in the dark embrace of evil.

Metal fingers slid down her exposed arm, the coolness of the metal biting into her warmer, pinker flesh. The Miko bit back the gasp that threatened to leave her. No matter how many times he touched her, it was always the same finger biting jitters that shook her body.

"You are safe with me priestesssss…," the leader of the Nazgul hissed ominously as he grazed her tear stained cheeks. The Witch-king of Angma was enamored with the saddened woman and refused to let her go. Her frazzled hair was like a halo that veiled her true beauty and it reminded the Witch-king of his own hood covering his form. Unlike her, who all living creatures could gaze upon, the Nazgul's true form could only be seen by a select few. The rest of the living could only see the cloak and metal armor that he wore.

'But you can see me, all of me can you not little one,' he thought as he leaned closer to become eye level with her. Adding to his selfish desire for her was her lack of disgust and fear in her gaze as she looked into his hood. There was only sorrow, sympathy, and love in her mesmerizing azure eyes. And it was all for him. She was all his to keep.

So he stole her away from the village that trapped her, he had freed her so she may reign beside him under the powerful empire of his master. Because all his thoughts and being belonged to his master, she wasn't a secret to the all mighty eye. His master saw the little priestess as a powerful asset that he demanded to be in his army. And what a perfect way of getting her unwavering loyalty but by marriage to his most deadly assets.

The Witch-king gently grasped her hand and lifted it up towards his face. Glittering like the sun was a ring of mithril resembling interwoven knots circling her delicate ring finger. Encrusted between the vines were tiny rare jewels that the Witch-king himself sought after just for this purpose.

Kagome closed her eyes letting her last tears shed as the former-man laid a ghostly kiss on her knuckles.

"It is time to leave," He rasped into her ears with a tug of her hand as he stood to his fullest height, easily dwarfing her by a couple heads.

Opening her eyes Kagome slowly followed after him, she normally finding it hard to keep up with his larger strides. But today, he took smaller and slower steps allowing her to trudge along carefully and normally. Kagome looked down at her hand enclosed in his own and slowly curled her fingers around his. There was a pause in his step that she feared was done in displeasure but he continued on as if it hadn't happened.

A small blush arose on her cheeks, he had curled his fingers to trap her hand in careful of the hazardous spikes on his armor. The metal of his gauntlet curled away from her skin and warmed considerably in her touch.

She knew of his plans, of his master's plans so just before he took her away from her village she had letters sent to the higher counselors of Elves. Though she was not an Elf herself, she had an untouchable life span and she had years to befriend the immortals. Kagome had undying hope that Sauron would be defeated once in for all and peace would rule Middle Earth once more. But she felt a pull towards the evil spirit that was Nazgul, one she could not deny without him she felt as though she would fade. She would leave with him if only to try and pull him away from the darkness.

'I won't fall into Sauron's grasps, I will not fall into the darkness,' Kagome thought unknowing that the Witch-king had every intent of protecting her purity, one of the many things that drew him to her kindred soul.

If the time were to ever come where Sauron's influence would forever cover Middle Earth, Kagome knew that she would fade. And there was nothing that the Witch-king or she could do about it, she was connected to the earth in many ways than one and Sauron's evil would only destroy what life it had. The thought of dying was not what had her suddenly clinging with both hands onto the Nazgul's arm but the thought of not being able to save the millions of lives and the life of the Witch-king.

They paused to stand before the great dragon that grunted and groaned at the arrival of it's rider. She froze the slightest at it's large form, stunned by it's dark beauty as it turned fully towards her and sniffed at her it's teeth dripping with poisonous saliva. It's heavy breaths caused her dark green gown to lift and flutter around her like great wings.

She watched as the Nazgul beside her hissed something in a dark language causing the dragon to hiss back in reply before standing down. It gave another grunt and turned to allow access to the saddle.

Her hand was released but not without a soft caress that was surprisingly gentle for such an evil creature.

He swung onto the saddle with an unworldly grace and held a hand out for her in expectance.

Kagome knew that she could run now and badly scar the dragon with her powers so that she could escape. She could be free to run towards the safety and haven of the Elven domains.

"Kagome," the Witch King called to her sealing her fate.

Kagome gave one last sorrowful glance in the direction of her home before she sat in front of the Nazgul. Her form seemed to melt and mold perfectly with the darker robes of the Witch King. It was a bitter comfort she let herself sink into.