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Tarostar rode with his men in Mordor. The soldiers were happy that the king would ride with them. They had not seen enemies for many years, so their courage has risen, and they rode close to the pass into Nurn.
Their enemies were not known to use the bow as a weapon or ride on horseback, so the men felt safe even when riding close to hillsides.
However, one of the Nazgul had been both great with both horses and bows. He name had been Uvatha and he had been a commander of nomads of the east. He knew how to fight the men from Gondor when they were this far from home and he was aiming on their leader.
Uvatha took his time and aimed for the chest of the King of Gondor, before releasing his arrow. Riders of Gondor wore leather armor or mail to protect their bodies, but the king had a full metal armor to protect him. Nevertheless, the arrow from Uvatha penetrated it and killed the king instantly.
The men from Gondor panicked, they could not tell from were the arrow came, some of them jumped of their horses and lifted the body of the king on another his horse, and tried to reach safety, while others tried to look for the enemy unaware of the distance the arrow had travelled.
The men did not find any sign of enemies and started to catch up with the men carrying the king back towards Minas Ithil.
Uvatha was still watching and waited until all both one was back on their horses and heading home.
The second arrow instantly killed the remaining horse.
Its rider was confused for a few seconds, but then realized how far behind the others he had fallen, he was going to shout to make them aware of his problems.
The third arrow hit in the thigh and fell. He tried to get up and started to scream after his friends, but behind an even bigger noise came.
The men from the south filled at the hills in the background and yelled as high as they could.
The men from Gondor suspected this to be a triumphant yell, and even if they wanted to engage, they held their anger back, as advised by their dead king and continued.
The wounded warrior had given up on his life, but no one came to kill him. Only a hooded person approached him slowly.
"How could you know where our troops were during the battle in the north?" he asked.
"I was not there;" the man answered.
"But you know?" the Nazgul persisted.
"I will never tell you!" the man cried; "I will not die as a traitor."
The Nazgul then said; "but maybe you can live as one, we will let you go if you tell me how?"
The Nazgul bended over the man and attended to his wounds.
"you cannot get to them, why do you want to know?" the man said.
"the reason is my own, now tell or die." The Nazgul answered.
"Our men used the stones from the west;" the man then said.
The Nazgul said nothing. He took the man head and held it close.
"You promised to let me go;" the man from Gondor shouted.
The Nazgul kissed the man; "thanks you," he said; "you are free to go."
The man was astonished by the Nazgul behavior but got up and limbed away.
Uvatha came and stood next to Ren.
Ren repeated the words he had just heard; "the stones from the west."