A Love Named...
Deleted Scene
by Falconwind
A/N: Set in the movieverse.
The Witchking rose from behind the fallen beast, the blood drained thickly onto the tattered grass.
The warrior of Rohan stood his ground, defiantly, shield and sword raised and ready. Brave for a man so slight, thought the Ringwraith. Or very foolish. He lifted the huge spiked flail that was his weapon, and saw fear flash in the eyes of the warrior.
But he protected his king, trapped beneath his steed, and did not flee, even in the face of his own death.
The warrior would not get a second chance, as the Nazgul struck out, his flail arcing through the air and landing a hair's breadth away from the frantic warrior. The flair moved easily with the Witchking, his strength directing it in deadly swipes.
The deadly game of cat and mouse continued for far longer than the Witchking had expected. He is nimble, if nothing else. Finally, he connected with a blow to the man's shield arm, the flimsy wood splintering like nothing.
Approaching triumphantly, the Ringwraith reveled in the man's fear. The fear of death... the fear of I. He grasps his neck in his hand and lifts the defeated warrior off the ground. "Fool... No man can kill me... die now."
A war cry from behind was poor warning for the Witchking. A blade pierced the back of his knee, and he fell to them, the man escaping from his grasp.
The warrior stood before him, and pulled off his helm. The golden hair of an angel fell to her shoulders. A woman... a very beautiful woman. "I am no man!"
She reminds me of Loraeyn, he thought absently. He watched as the woman lifted her sword, it's tip aimed for the dark pit that was his face. Oh, Loraeyn... how I miss you already. The woman's face contorted, the scream of death she sang was silent. The world was silent, holding its breath. I never meant to break my promise. The blade surged towards his vision. Please forgive me, Loraeyn.
The blade seemed to enter his trapped soul, the cold steel ripping a hole in the magic that held him together. His body trembled and writhed, he felt no pain, but did. The pain of failure, the pain of loss. He felt Loraeyn's anguish. With his last ounce of strength he tried to look to the mountains. "I'm sorry."
Then darkness took him.
