"I have this right! It is by law. By a law you created, and I shall use it. You cannot stop me."

"My king! She is one of the Nazgul! She hath ridden against Gondor!"

The whispering group parted and let one of the council leaders through, he approached the curled up woman and his king who stood guard over her. Patrikian bowed before the drawn sword of his king, "My Lord and King Ellassar, you were not outside when she came from the east ridding the nazgul, they came toward the city at a speed I have never seen before. It was obvious that she was attacking the city, My King..."

The small gray nazgul whimpered aloud from it's pain and it's breathing became quick and shallow. The council leader gave it a look of measured respect and fear before continuing, "it is the will of your people, your council, that she and her beast die!.

Aragorn looked the man in the eye, his gaze smoldering in rage, his jaw clenched and he examined the face of the council leader before him. The council leader had put his 40 some years of experience to use and schooled his features to show nothing. Aragorn scanned the crowd. Their upraised weapons taken from the armory and stanches showed what they felt.

He closed his eyes and then looked Patrikian square, calm in his voice, "Enlighten me, please, tell me of what you know, how does a mature Nazgul attack?"

The council leader looked back at him with out pause and recited what he knew, "Their evil spirits can bring fear into the hearts of anyone, their scream can cause blood to come from the ears, and they use the fear to disrupt. They are black as night. The leathery wings are their weakness, they stay high in the air and out of rang. Last seen Nazgul, TheWar of the Ring."

Aragorn nodded steely, "I see you know what all here have been told. If this is true, where is your fear?" His face had a knowing curious look, one a teacher would use on a pupil, and yet his eyes raged.

The council member had an answer, "It came close and our army knocked it from the sky. We brought it down; our fear is diminished by its fall."

"I see that you believe yourself. Then pray tell why this one so small? And not black, but this light gray of dawn?"

A voice interrupted the conversation, "Adar, please …"

Aragorn looked over at his only son, Eldarion continued, " please, listen to Lord Patrik and your council. Adar, Lady Serenity has bewitched you! You must see this, Adar! We all here do… Her evil is apparent in the creature she rides."

Aragorn looked at his son closely, Eldarion shifted his weight nervously, it was not every day that a man of that power would look at you in such a way that you felt as if God himself had chided you. And in Eldarion's memory, his father had never looked at him thusly. His teachers and his great grand sire used is at times as well, but never to this potency But his teachers never dared much and Celeborn was a powerful elvin lord, you would be a fool to expect less from him.

Where did you learn that?

Arwen: we called it the eyebrows of doom. My father perfected it.

okay, silly post. I promise to tell you what this means later.