Chapter Ten. Losing the Battle?
The mountains were all aglow with Mt. Dooms fiery light, The other riders circled the eye, receiving their orders. The Witch King stood silent. His orders had already been given, and he waited only to depart. The ring had been found at last, and a terrible urging threatened to drive him mad if he could not ride to find it. They mounted their steeds, the beasts reared and snorted as they flew out the gates and into the land beyond. "Go!! Find What Is Mine!!! The Ring!!! Bring Me The Ring!!!"
TheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRingTheRing...
They spurred the beasts further, and then a sudden oddity caught the Kings eye. From atop the gate of Mordor a great Dragon, white as a wraith reared back its head, letting out a roar so ghastly he could not bear it! He watched stunned as the other riders and his horse, nay, even his body continued on without him! Wait... that's not my form... these aren't my memories! Gandalf!! The dragon bowed its head, holding his eyes for a moment before spreading its wings and vanishing. Aragorn sighed, that had been dangerously close... I had felt him, I had been him... it will be a harder fight now. The lines on Aragorn's face hardened, Let him pull me to Morgoth himself! "I am Aragorn! Isildur's Heir and King of Gondor!! And a Member of the fellowship of the Ring, which put an end to all this madness!"
The world around him seemed so shudder, and then collapsed as a new memory took shape...
The Nazgul watched silently as the king fell to his knee's, his breath came out in a slow hiss. one wraith moved forward, reaching out an armored hand... Khamul grabbed it with a shriek, "Toutch him not!... he is focussed..." The other drew back with a hiss, but said nothing. Ji Indur looked over for a moment, eyes like ice capturing eyes of fire.
They reguarded eachother in silence, then Khamul lowered his gaze. Reaching out only to stop the kings fall as his form went limp. "...And once more... they battle within... it cannot be long now." From the distance of Mordor, the creen of Fellbeasts sounded. Eyes in hoods grew brighter, they would return soon... and salvage what could be salvaged, and perhaps... Ji Indur lowered his gaze. For now he would wait, and see where the path they were following would lead them.