Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien and I don't seek to gain profit from his
writings. The names of the Riders are my own along with their kingdoms,
with the exception of Khamûl and the Witch-King of Angmar. Hobbits, the
Orcs, Sauron, the Shire and Riders are the idea of Tolkien. I'm also
incorporating parts from both the book and movie.
The following day the Nine were riding through the forest. The sun couldn't penetrate through the tops of the trees and wasn't at its peak. A dark shadow seemed to cover the sun. Creatures of the forest ran in every direction to avoid contact with the dark horses being ridden by even darker figures.
"Adierel."
"Yes Captain."
"What was the name of that pitiful creature the orcs tortured?"
"Gollum I believe."
"Such a vile creature," Herumor said. "Although, it baffles me that it lasted that long under the torture of the orcs."
"The orcs are losing their touch," Fuinur said. "They are fine warriors, a bit messy and crude, but they do accomplish the job. The orcs of the old would never have let that. . .Gollum escape."
"The creature was once in possession of the Ring," Dakian said.
The other Riders turned to him in surprise.
"How do you know that?" Gothmog asked. "The orcs didn't get that information."
"I could sense it," Dakian said. "The orcs may be proficient in physical torture, but I myself prefer mental torture."
"Any kind of torture works for me," Melkan said evilly.
"Is that what he was referring to as his 'precious?'" Khamûl asked Dakian.
"Yes, the Ring hasn't lost its power," Dakian said.
"The Ring easily twisted this Gollum," Seykin said. "The orcs could care less about the Ring, they live to serve and kill."
"What we did receive from this creature are two key words 'Baggins' and 'Shire.' This is whom we must find and that is where we shall go," their Black Captain said. "We will track down Baggins and make him pay. Anyone who tries to stop us will meet a similar fate as this Baggins. Khamûl take Melkan, Seykin, and Gothmog and approach from the back of the Shire. Dakian, Adierel, Fuinur, and Herumor come with me. We shall approach at the entrance of the Shire. Now remember question every creature and let us discretely make our presence known."
The Riders split up to go their respective ways.
Khamûl led the Riders appointed to him. Though he was a young king when he came into contact with a ring he was a powerful leader and became known at the Black Easterling when he fell to darkness. He knew the Witch-King, their Dark Captain when they were mortals. The Witch-King was also young when he came into contact with a ring. Sauron knew they would accept the rings, the Witch-King most of all, after all he did command his own witch- realm of Angmar. A place notorious for its use of dark magic. He was a commanding presence and was known for his height as a mortal and as a Rider. Khamûl was pleased that he was second in command.
Turning to the Riders he said, "Ride a distance apart so that we'll cover more ground. Stay within a close range so we'll be able to contact each other if we find anything."
Riding alone, Gothmog followed a path on the road. He existed to serve Sauron and he would not fail. He was perhaps the most loyal of them all because he would follow any order Sauron gave without question. Even as a king in Forivie he ruled mostly on the advice of his advisors, but learned to control them. He was more a warrior than a king and commanded a mighty army, which was a reason why he caught Sauron's eye.
The sound of his horse's hooves echoed on the well worn path. He stopped his horse suddenly, he could sense darkness. Getting off the horse he tried to extend his powers of darkness. He wasn't as sensitive as Dakian who could sense darkness in anything or as philosophical as Adierel, but he could somehow feel the Ring. He sniffed at the air hoping to catch a whiff of the darkness. The Ring's presence grew stronger drawing him to a log when suddenly it stopped. Screaming in anger he jumped back on his horse and rode furiously down the path, angry that he had lost the presence of darkness.
Melkan rode his dark horse through a dilapidated town. The destructiveness drew him. He smiled beneath the robe savoring the evil. The flames of the buildings seemed to back away form him as he rode through town. Men were attacking each other in blind rage. It reminded Melkan of his glory days as a tyrannical king. He protected his people with an iron fist and he destroyed all that opposed him. Urging his horse forward he galloped through the destroyed town laughing quietly to himself.
Seykin arrived in the outskirts of the Shire in the most rural section. He saw some hobbits having an argument outside of a barn over vegetables. He saw they were about to make up and shook his head in disgust. He stared at them reaching into their minds. The hobbits started physically fighting as Seykin twisted their minds drawing out their evil. Becoming bored he released his grip on their minds and left the area, leaving confused hobbits nursing their wounds.
Khamûl on the other hand was questioning farmers about Baggins. He gripped their hearts with fear, drawing the information out of them.
He rode up to one farmer's house. The dogs were whining in fear.
"Do you know Baggins?" he questioned the farmer icily.
The farmer looked at him suspiciously. "Baggins you say? Do mean the Sackville-Baggins' or just Baggins?"
"Just Baggins," the Rider said coldly.
"Well.I don't know either. Sorry I can't help you. What do you want him for anyway?"
"You need not concern yourself hobbit," he replied. With that he rode down the road to meet with the other Riders.
Farmer Maggot watched him disappear down the road and said to his dogs, "quite an unsavory character. I may not like young Baggins but I certainly won't turn him over to that Black Rider."
Later, as darkness began to fall Khamûl sensed the presence of the Ring. Next to the Witch-King he could sense its presence when it was dormant. Though he was most confused during the daylight hours. He heard the rustle of leaves and saw small figures running. He urged his horse on and proceeded to chase halflings. One of whom held the Ring. He chased them until he reached a bridge. His horse abruptly stopped as he stared icily at the halflings on the Ferry. He would not step into water as deep as this. Whirling his horse he went to find his brethren and another crossing. They didn't need to know about this incident; after all they knew the direction in which the Ringbearer was heading.
Well, I hope you like it so far. I still have to tell what happens to the Witch-King and the others so that's up and coming. I hope you like the personalities of the Riders I'm slowly trying to develop. Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
The following day the Nine were riding through the forest. The sun couldn't penetrate through the tops of the trees and wasn't at its peak. A dark shadow seemed to cover the sun. Creatures of the forest ran in every direction to avoid contact with the dark horses being ridden by even darker figures.
"Adierel."
"Yes Captain."
"What was the name of that pitiful creature the orcs tortured?"
"Gollum I believe."
"Such a vile creature," Herumor said. "Although, it baffles me that it lasted that long under the torture of the orcs."
"The orcs are losing their touch," Fuinur said. "They are fine warriors, a bit messy and crude, but they do accomplish the job. The orcs of the old would never have let that. . .Gollum escape."
"The creature was once in possession of the Ring," Dakian said.
The other Riders turned to him in surprise.
"How do you know that?" Gothmog asked. "The orcs didn't get that information."
"I could sense it," Dakian said. "The orcs may be proficient in physical torture, but I myself prefer mental torture."
"Any kind of torture works for me," Melkan said evilly.
"Is that what he was referring to as his 'precious?'" Khamûl asked Dakian.
"Yes, the Ring hasn't lost its power," Dakian said.
"The Ring easily twisted this Gollum," Seykin said. "The orcs could care less about the Ring, they live to serve and kill."
"What we did receive from this creature are two key words 'Baggins' and 'Shire.' This is whom we must find and that is where we shall go," their Black Captain said. "We will track down Baggins and make him pay. Anyone who tries to stop us will meet a similar fate as this Baggins. Khamûl take Melkan, Seykin, and Gothmog and approach from the back of the Shire. Dakian, Adierel, Fuinur, and Herumor come with me. We shall approach at the entrance of the Shire. Now remember question every creature and let us discretely make our presence known."
The Riders split up to go their respective ways.
Khamûl led the Riders appointed to him. Though he was a young king when he came into contact with a ring he was a powerful leader and became known at the Black Easterling when he fell to darkness. He knew the Witch-King, their Dark Captain when they were mortals. The Witch-King was also young when he came into contact with a ring. Sauron knew they would accept the rings, the Witch-King most of all, after all he did command his own witch- realm of Angmar. A place notorious for its use of dark magic. He was a commanding presence and was known for his height as a mortal and as a Rider. Khamûl was pleased that he was second in command.
Turning to the Riders he said, "Ride a distance apart so that we'll cover more ground. Stay within a close range so we'll be able to contact each other if we find anything."
Riding alone, Gothmog followed a path on the road. He existed to serve Sauron and he would not fail. He was perhaps the most loyal of them all because he would follow any order Sauron gave without question. Even as a king in Forivie he ruled mostly on the advice of his advisors, but learned to control them. He was more a warrior than a king and commanded a mighty army, which was a reason why he caught Sauron's eye.
The sound of his horse's hooves echoed on the well worn path. He stopped his horse suddenly, he could sense darkness. Getting off the horse he tried to extend his powers of darkness. He wasn't as sensitive as Dakian who could sense darkness in anything or as philosophical as Adierel, but he could somehow feel the Ring. He sniffed at the air hoping to catch a whiff of the darkness. The Ring's presence grew stronger drawing him to a log when suddenly it stopped. Screaming in anger he jumped back on his horse and rode furiously down the path, angry that he had lost the presence of darkness.
Melkan rode his dark horse through a dilapidated town. The destructiveness drew him. He smiled beneath the robe savoring the evil. The flames of the buildings seemed to back away form him as he rode through town. Men were attacking each other in blind rage. It reminded Melkan of his glory days as a tyrannical king. He protected his people with an iron fist and he destroyed all that opposed him. Urging his horse forward he galloped through the destroyed town laughing quietly to himself.
Seykin arrived in the outskirts of the Shire in the most rural section. He saw some hobbits having an argument outside of a barn over vegetables. He saw they were about to make up and shook his head in disgust. He stared at them reaching into their minds. The hobbits started physically fighting as Seykin twisted their minds drawing out their evil. Becoming bored he released his grip on their minds and left the area, leaving confused hobbits nursing their wounds.
Khamûl on the other hand was questioning farmers about Baggins. He gripped their hearts with fear, drawing the information out of them.
He rode up to one farmer's house. The dogs were whining in fear.
"Do you know Baggins?" he questioned the farmer icily.
The farmer looked at him suspiciously. "Baggins you say? Do mean the Sackville-Baggins' or just Baggins?"
"Just Baggins," the Rider said coldly.
"Well.I don't know either. Sorry I can't help you. What do you want him for anyway?"
"You need not concern yourself hobbit," he replied. With that he rode down the road to meet with the other Riders.
Farmer Maggot watched him disappear down the road and said to his dogs, "quite an unsavory character. I may not like young Baggins but I certainly won't turn him over to that Black Rider."
Later, as darkness began to fall Khamûl sensed the presence of the Ring. Next to the Witch-King he could sense its presence when it was dormant. Though he was most confused during the daylight hours. He heard the rustle of leaves and saw small figures running. He urged his horse on and proceeded to chase halflings. One of whom held the Ring. He chased them until he reached a bridge. His horse abruptly stopped as he stared icily at the halflings on the Ferry. He would not step into water as deep as this. Whirling his horse he went to find his brethren and another crossing. They didn't need to know about this incident; after all they knew the direction in which the Ringbearer was heading.
Well, I hope you like it so far. I still have to tell what happens to the Witch-King and the others so that's up and coming. I hope you like the personalities of the Riders I'm slowly trying to develop. Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!