Disclaimer: Middle Earth, the Shire, Gandalf, hobbits, and the places I've
mentioned are Tolkien's, not mine. However, the names of the Riders are
mine, though the initial creation of the Riders is Tolkien's.
The Witch-King and the other Riders rode in the opposite direction to the same location. The Witch-King was familiar with most if not all of Middle Earth. His realm of Angmar was North of the land of the half-lings.
Facing the other Riders he said, "I have sent the others South through Gondor, they should arrive in the Shire more swiftly than us. I will take a more direct route through Rohan. Fuinur and Herumor you will also ride through Rohan and go to every inn along the way. Question all you meet about a hobbit named Baggins. Adierel circle around and go through Mirkwood. Ride through the forest and cross the Anduin, there will be a mountain pass close to Lòrien. If they try to evade us, you will stop them. Dakian I want you to enlist the help of every creature that possesses true evil. Seek them out, have them spy for us, and once you have accomplished this meet us in the Shire, you'll know where. Now let's ride our separate ways and for the Ring."
They each rode their separate ways. Dakian rode to Emyn Muil near the Falls of Rauros and dismounted. He stared at the falling water. Torrents of water smashing down on jagged rocks, chaos in nature. The rocks eroded under the water's force, sharpening the rocks to nature's daggers. If you went over the falls you would perish. There was no question about that. He walked to the darkest shadow of the tallest mountain in the Emyn Muil mountain range.
He knelt down and stuck his sword in the earth. This was perhaps the site of the bloodiest battle in Middle Earth. Not many people knew of the slaughter or the sacrifices from the waterfall. Only the Oldest of the Old knew, but they never spoke of it. Dakian could sense the evil, the hatred. He whispered in Black Speech calling out to every dark creature. The sky darkened and a bolt of lightning hit the sword. Dakian sent a call to all things evil. He could sense evil gathering in every corner of Middle Earth. Grasping his sword he felt that evil course through him. He pulled it out of the ground and walked back to his horse. The sky slowly cleared and Dakian rode on, extending his senses for evil having sent his message.
A black rook soaring in the sky flew down to Dakian. Extending his arm the rook landed on it. It stared intensely at him sending the mental message.
"A wizard named Gandalf you say," Dakian said with interest.
He whispered a message in Black Speech to deliver to his Dark Captain. The rook flew off at a dark speed joining a flock of its brethren. Dakian rode off in the direction of the Shire.
Fuinur and Herumor rode on the main roads. They were an intimidating sight. Travelers gave them plenty of room to pass as they rode. The Riders rode on the road in haste, they could trample anything in their path. They stopped at each inn along the way. Inns like the Flying Hawk and the Sword's Edge didn't house hobbits.
They rode up to the inn of the Prancing Pony. Other innkeeper's said it had rooms for hobbits. They rode up to a man at the West-gate.
"We would like to speak with the proprietor of the establishment," Fuinur said.
The man was shivering in fear.
"Now!" Herumor hissed.
The man jumped in shock.
"Okay," he said startled.
Herumor turned to Fuinur, "it's all too easy."
The innkeeper appeared with the shivering man from before.
"May I help you?"
"We are searching for Baggins from the Shire. Do you have him residing at this inn?"
"No Baggins has come through here. Why are you after him?"
"He has a belonging of ours."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Spread the word, any information on the whereabouts of Baggins will be rewarded in the end," Fuinur said directed the statement to both men.
Herumor however was looking at another man.
"Ferny!" The innkeeper yelled, "Keep working on that gate. I want those repairs done by the end of the month."
Herumor rode up to Ferny. "I know you heard us. Be sure to spread the word."
Fuinur and Herumor rode down the road.
"The innkeeper won't spread the word. Do you think he was lying to us?" Herumor asked.
"No, we would have sensed his deceit. At most he would have had fear in his eyes at the mention of the name Baggins."
A flock of rooks flew overhead.
"Such evil creatures," Herumor said admirably.
"Let's continue to other inns until we reach the Shire," Fuinur said.
They continued on the road.
Meanwhile, Adierel was in Mirkwood in the bowels of the forest. He rode in the shadows avoiding the sun's rays. His horse's hooves seemed to make no sound on the forest floor. It reminded him of the elves who were said to have steps so light they made no sound. He knew Elvish and had dealt with their kind as a mortal king. But things change.
"Hark! Dark stranger! Why are you riding? What are you searching for?"
Adierel stopped his horse after hearing the singsong voice, "who's there?"
"We are but travelers, yet we are not overcome by malice or hatred. What drives you Dark Rider? Is it the One you are riding for?"
"It need not concern you. Show yourself."
A lone elf stepped out from behind a tree. His white hair and pale blue eyes stood out in comparison to the cloaked rider and the shadow both Rider and horse cast.
"I shall show myself. But mine eyes doth deceive me. Were you not once mortal? A king? Now you are but a shadow riding on mortality."
"Not unlike the elves. Immortal.watching the world fall apart around you. All the while shadows of evil gathering. Full of darkness, yet created by the light."
"I have heard of you Dark Rider. You are the one they call Adierel. Adierel the wise, the philosophical. What made you fall to the Ring?"
"I ride for the One elf. Nothing shall deter me from that. You question, why I ride for it? It is simple, whether mortal or immortal evil has the ability to triumph. I would rather dominate with evil, than be dominated by it. I made my choice long ago and you do well to remember that."
Adierel drew his sword.
"I will remember that," the elf said.
Before the eye could blink the elf disappeared. Adierel sheathed his sword and rode on.
The Lord of the Nazgûl was riding like the wind to the Shire. He traveled through the shadows as if he was one with them. He had reached the outer edge of the Shire when a flock of rooks flew overhead.
"Dakian." he said to himself.
A rook flew down to him and gave him the message in Black Speech.
"A wizard named Gandalf is assisting the ring bearer Baggins." He stared at the rook. "Locate them both and when you do alert me."
The Witch-King rode into the Shire and questioned the first hobbit he saw. He towered over them on his black horse making him a vision of nightmares for years to come.
"I am searching for Baggins of Bag End. Tell me where he is."
"He doesn't live at Bag End anymore," the hobbit said trembling.
"Really?"
"He moved to Crickhollow beyond Bucklebury. He.left this morning."
The Black Captain's horse galloped down the road at an unimaginable speed. He was riding through a field when a rook squawked above him. He followed it into a forest to a clearing.
"Show yourself wizard," he commanded.
Gandalf appeared from a line of trees. "So, Sauron has unleashed his Riders, I expected as much."
"Where is the Ring Bearer?"
"You'll never find him."
"You think you can protect him. We will kill him to retrieve the Ring. The Ring will call to him and when he answers, we will find him."
"You will not find him, I will make sure of that."
Gandalf chanted a phrase and was engulfed in smoke. When it cleared he was gone.
"We will find him wizard," the Witch-King said to himself.
The Lord of the Nazgûl raised his sword and called out mentally to the Riders.
"Nazgûl." the words echoed in the wind.
The Riders rode to meet their leader.
*
Author's Note: Well, the Riders' journey continues. I was up late examining the map of Middle Earth so the locations I mentioned should be accurate. Also, I've made some revisions on the names of the Riders throughout the story. I bought the book "The Unfinished Tales" by Tolkien and found out more about the Riders. For example I found out the leader of the Nazgûl's identity and realm, and his second in command's name. All the others I made up. I'm sorry that it's taken a while for me to update, but I've been locating more accurate information on the Riders so you might have to wait a little more. Just to let you know the leader of the Nazgûl is referred to as the Black Captain, Lord of the Nazgûl, the Witch-King, and the Dark Captain. I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed so far, your reviews are appreciated and new reviews are more than welcome.
The Witch-King and the other Riders rode in the opposite direction to the same location. The Witch-King was familiar with most if not all of Middle Earth. His realm of Angmar was North of the land of the half-lings.
Facing the other Riders he said, "I have sent the others South through Gondor, they should arrive in the Shire more swiftly than us. I will take a more direct route through Rohan. Fuinur and Herumor you will also ride through Rohan and go to every inn along the way. Question all you meet about a hobbit named Baggins. Adierel circle around and go through Mirkwood. Ride through the forest and cross the Anduin, there will be a mountain pass close to Lòrien. If they try to evade us, you will stop them. Dakian I want you to enlist the help of every creature that possesses true evil. Seek them out, have them spy for us, and once you have accomplished this meet us in the Shire, you'll know where. Now let's ride our separate ways and for the Ring."
They each rode their separate ways. Dakian rode to Emyn Muil near the Falls of Rauros and dismounted. He stared at the falling water. Torrents of water smashing down on jagged rocks, chaos in nature. The rocks eroded under the water's force, sharpening the rocks to nature's daggers. If you went over the falls you would perish. There was no question about that. He walked to the darkest shadow of the tallest mountain in the Emyn Muil mountain range.
He knelt down and stuck his sword in the earth. This was perhaps the site of the bloodiest battle in Middle Earth. Not many people knew of the slaughter or the sacrifices from the waterfall. Only the Oldest of the Old knew, but they never spoke of it. Dakian could sense the evil, the hatred. He whispered in Black Speech calling out to every dark creature. The sky darkened and a bolt of lightning hit the sword. Dakian sent a call to all things evil. He could sense evil gathering in every corner of Middle Earth. Grasping his sword he felt that evil course through him. He pulled it out of the ground and walked back to his horse. The sky slowly cleared and Dakian rode on, extending his senses for evil having sent his message.
A black rook soaring in the sky flew down to Dakian. Extending his arm the rook landed on it. It stared intensely at him sending the mental message.
"A wizard named Gandalf you say," Dakian said with interest.
He whispered a message in Black Speech to deliver to his Dark Captain. The rook flew off at a dark speed joining a flock of its brethren. Dakian rode off in the direction of the Shire.
Fuinur and Herumor rode on the main roads. They were an intimidating sight. Travelers gave them plenty of room to pass as they rode. The Riders rode on the road in haste, they could trample anything in their path. They stopped at each inn along the way. Inns like the Flying Hawk and the Sword's Edge didn't house hobbits.
They rode up to the inn of the Prancing Pony. Other innkeeper's said it had rooms for hobbits. They rode up to a man at the West-gate.
"We would like to speak with the proprietor of the establishment," Fuinur said.
The man was shivering in fear.
"Now!" Herumor hissed.
The man jumped in shock.
"Okay," he said startled.
Herumor turned to Fuinur, "it's all too easy."
The innkeeper appeared with the shivering man from before.
"May I help you?"
"We are searching for Baggins from the Shire. Do you have him residing at this inn?"
"No Baggins has come through here. Why are you after him?"
"He has a belonging of ours."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Spread the word, any information on the whereabouts of Baggins will be rewarded in the end," Fuinur said directed the statement to both men.
Herumor however was looking at another man.
"Ferny!" The innkeeper yelled, "Keep working on that gate. I want those repairs done by the end of the month."
Herumor rode up to Ferny. "I know you heard us. Be sure to spread the word."
Fuinur and Herumor rode down the road.
"The innkeeper won't spread the word. Do you think he was lying to us?" Herumor asked.
"No, we would have sensed his deceit. At most he would have had fear in his eyes at the mention of the name Baggins."
A flock of rooks flew overhead.
"Such evil creatures," Herumor said admirably.
"Let's continue to other inns until we reach the Shire," Fuinur said.
They continued on the road.
Meanwhile, Adierel was in Mirkwood in the bowels of the forest. He rode in the shadows avoiding the sun's rays. His horse's hooves seemed to make no sound on the forest floor. It reminded him of the elves who were said to have steps so light they made no sound. He knew Elvish and had dealt with their kind as a mortal king. But things change.
"Hark! Dark stranger! Why are you riding? What are you searching for?"
Adierel stopped his horse after hearing the singsong voice, "who's there?"
"We are but travelers, yet we are not overcome by malice or hatred. What drives you Dark Rider? Is it the One you are riding for?"
"It need not concern you. Show yourself."
A lone elf stepped out from behind a tree. His white hair and pale blue eyes stood out in comparison to the cloaked rider and the shadow both Rider and horse cast.
"I shall show myself. But mine eyes doth deceive me. Were you not once mortal? A king? Now you are but a shadow riding on mortality."
"Not unlike the elves. Immortal.watching the world fall apart around you. All the while shadows of evil gathering. Full of darkness, yet created by the light."
"I have heard of you Dark Rider. You are the one they call Adierel. Adierel the wise, the philosophical. What made you fall to the Ring?"
"I ride for the One elf. Nothing shall deter me from that. You question, why I ride for it? It is simple, whether mortal or immortal evil has the ability to triumph. I would rather dominate with evil, than be dominated by it. I made my choice long ago and you do well to remember that."
Adierel drew his sword.
"I will remember that," the elf said.
Before the eye could blink the elf disappeared. Adierel sheathed his sword and rode on.
The Lord of the Nazgûl was riding like the wind to the Shire. He traveled through the shadows as if he was one with them. He had reached the outer edge of the Shire when a flock of rooks flew overhead.
"Dakian." he said to himself.
A rook flew down to him and gave him the message in Black Speech.
"A wizard named Gandalf is assisting the ring bearer Baggins." He stared at the rook. "Locate them both and when you do alert me."
The Witch-King rode into the Shire and questioned the first hobbit he saw. He towered over them on his black horse making him a vision of nightmares for years to come.
"I am searching for Baggins of Bag End. Tell me where he is."
"He doesn't live at Bag End anymore," the hobbit said trembling.
"Really?"
"He moved to Crickhollow beyond Bucklebury. He.left this morning."
The Black Captain's horse galloped down the road at an unimaginable speed. He was riding through a field when a rook squawked above him. He followed it into a forest to a clearing.
"Show yourself wizard," he commanded.
Gandalf appeared from a line of trees. "So, Sauron has unleashed his Riders, I expected as much."
"Where is the Ring Bearer?"
"You'll never find him."
"You think you can protect him. We will kill him to retrieve the Ring. The Ring will call to him and when he answers, we will find him."
"You will not find him, I will make sure of that."
Gandalf chanted a phrase and was engulfed in smoke. When it cleared he was gone.
"We will find him wizard," the Witch-King said to himself.
The Lord of the Nazgûl raised his sword and called out mentally to the Riders.
"Nazgûl." the words echoed in the wind.
The Riders rode to meet their leader.
*
Author's Note: Well, the Riders' journey continues. I was up late examining the map of Middle Earth so the locations I mentioned should be accurate. Also, I've made some revisions on the names of the Riders throughout the story. I bought the book "The Unfinished Tales" by Tolkien and found out more about the Riders. For example I found out the leader of the Nazgûl's identity and realm, and his second in command's name. All the others I made up. I'm sorry that it's taken a while for me to update, but I've been locating more accurate information on the Riders so you might have to wait a little more. Just to let you know the leader of the Nazgûl is referred to as the Black Captain, Lord of the Nazgûl, the Witch-King, and the Dark Captain. I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed so far, your reviews are appreciated and new reviews are more than welcome.