Author's Note:

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Witch-King

I loved a woman once, as tall and bold as you.

She wore her long fair hair in a single braid. She rode her horses without a saddle. Her smiles were carefree and I often lingered to catch a glimpse of her.

It was possible that she loved me as well, but she abhorred the ring upon my finger. She called it a petty ring with meagre fortune, and that it was bought with a price too high.

I should have listened to her.

Instead, I was caged in the very image of the body I once commanded. My actions were not of my own, nor were my words. In time, I grew so mutilated that there was no difference between my decisions and that of the Dark Lord.

But then I met you. And by your hand, I fell. The prophecy has come true.

And as I leave this body the Dark Lord created, I sing with both relief and joy.


Author's Note:

I am not sure if you will like this, but *shields Witch-king* do not make fun of this guy.

I would like to believe he retained some of his humanity after he was defeated.