Title: Adventures of The Witch-King of Angmar
Rating: Strong R
Summary: This story is about the Witch-King and the tales of his time in
Angmar. Namely how he gets his most loyal companion. Some of it is AU
because I have and will change events and places to suit the story.
Chapter 1
Angmar he now claimed as his own. It was 1450 of the Third Age. Sitting in his throne room in the city of Carn Dum. Listening to a report from one of his many spies, about the movements of his enemy's armies. They call him The Witch-King.
He has long forgotten his given name. As the spy coutinues with his report The Witch-King softly strokes the ring that has been on his finger for so long. This little piece of metal that has caused him so much torment and joy over the years, this "gift" that was given to him so long ago. It controls his thoughts and will. At times his master will unleash his will upon him. How he enjoys those times to be free of the curse of the ring. But this is not a story about how or why this ring came to him . The spy has left him alone with his thoughts. All he can think about is his most hated enemy The King of Cardolan. Wanting to cause this man as much pain as possible. He had long thought out a brilliant plan to get the King right where he wanted him. He would take from the King something that is very precious to him and make it his own.
That night he had decided to put his plan in motion. He left Carn Dum on horseback and uncloaked. Being invisible to the naked eye. Riding hard he got within a few miles of the Kingdom when he dismounted and went the rest of the way on foot. At the gates of the Kingdom stood two guards. He stood a few feet away from them smiling. The guards were over taken with fear and dread by an unseen force. He withdrew his sword from the sheath. He killed both of them were they stood. Laughing in delight at the feel of the blade penetrating warm flesh. Then turning his focus on the task at hand he entered the Kingdom.
He moved slowly towards the King's castle. He could hear nothing as he entered the home; everyone was asleep. He quickly made his way up the stairs. His excitement was building with each step. In the hallway the only sound that could be heard was the beating of his cold black heart. He made his way down to the end of the hall. His plan was long thought out. He knew exactly where the King's kept his cherished possession. At the end of the hall on the left he pushed the closed door open slowly.
The room was dark except for the moonlight shining through the open window. It didn't matter to him he preferred the darkness. There in the middle of the room was a bed. Upon that bed laid what was dear in the heart of the King. He moved towards the bed.
Chapter 1
Angmar he now claimed as his own. It was 1450 of the Third Age. Sitting in his throne room in the city of Carn Dum. Listening to a report from one of his many spies, about the movements of his enemy's armies. They call him The Witch-King.
He has long forgotten his given name. As the spy coutinues with his report The Witch-King softly strokes the ring that has been on his finger for so long. This little piece of metal that has caused him so much torment and joy over the years, this "gift" that was given to him so long ago. It controls his thoughts and will. At times his master will unleash his will upon him. How he enjoys those times to be free of the curse of the ring. But this is not a story about how or why this ring came to him . The spy has left him alone with his thoughts. All he can think about is his most hated enemy The King of Cardolan. Wanting to cause this man as much pain as possible. He had long thought out a brilliant plan to get the King right where he wanted him. He would take from the King something that is very precious to him and make it his own.
That night he had decided to put his plan in motion. He left Carn Dum on horseback and uncloaked. Being invisible to the naked eye. Riding hard he got within a few miles of the Kingdom when he dismounted and went the rest of the way on foot. At the gates of the Kingdom stood two guards. He stood a few feet away from them smiling. The guards were over taken with fear and dread by an unseen force. He withdrew his sword from the sheath. He killed both of them were they stood. Laughing in delight at the feel of the blade penetrating warm flesh. Then turning his focus on the task at hand he entered the Kingdom.
He moved slowly towards the King's castle. He could hear nothing as he entered the home; everyone was asleep. He quickly made his way up the stairs. His excitement was building with each step. In the hallway the only sound that could be heard was the beating of his cold black heart. He made his way down to the end of the hall. His plan was long thought out. He knew exactly where the King's kept his cherished possession. At the end of the hall on the left he pushed the closed door open slowly.
The room was dark except for the moonlight shining through the open window. It didn't matter to him he preferred the darkness. There in the middle of the room was a bed. Upon that bed laid what was dear in the heart of the King. He moved towards the bed.