Aragorn drew reign before the scene and froze in confusion. The crowd that had parted to let him threw regrouped before Faramir or the others could reach him. There, against the wall, stood Ji Indur. Part of The king would now always recognize the Nazgul, but how changed! The face once gaunt and full of icy fury was fuller, and the lines that marred it were not those of hard time but the gentle lines of age. The face, even in its obvious later years, had a regal bearing to it. Seemingly young despite its ancientness, and handsome; despite its slight giving's from the wears of time. Softly whitening hair lay to the creature's shoulders, and a slight stubble lay upon both cheeks and chin. But those eyes…

Laser blue, like the first lights on the horizon, eyes made to gaze over vast expanses of ocean water, the eyes of a Numorean King. This wraith… seems of wraith form no more… "Indur, I know thou, as I would know any who I've fought before. You fell in Mordor. Slain by one of the fellowship, I saw it!" The wraith raised his head, his eyes clouded for a moment, as if trying to see through murky water. "Answer me wraith!! Why are you not slain?!" Still there was no reply from the fallen king. Aragorn drew his sword, (no more stalling then! Too many people are here! This creature is too dangerous to allow it to roam!) The horse leapt forward onto the foe, spittle flying and eyes wild. And the great blain was drawn and swung in an arch even as Arwen shrieked a warning…

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The Pelennor fields passed below in a rush of waving grasses, the wind whipping sharply over the dragons back and buffeting its many passengers. Merry and Pippin held tight beside Samwise, Frodo, and Baggins. Gandalf stood at the Crest, urging silently for haste, (something is happening… we must hurry, I fear the very fabric we are weaving is coming undone…) Minas Tirith came into view, and the dragon gave a great bellow as it swept low over the city, sending people scurrying into their homes. Golden eyes glowed,seeking the same disturbance the wizard sought. And there!! A horse leaping forward and a blade descending…

A clang of metal on stone, and silence… the great beast landed unnoticed by all but the horses, who shrieked at the great predators appearance. Even the wind was still… Indur stood untouched, the blade imbedded in the wall behind him, showing the path it had followed by a jagged line in the wood. Aragorn gaped in silence; the steel trembled for a moment in his hand before he raised it to swing again. "Aragorn no!" Arwen grabbed his hand, pulling it to her chest, so that he dropped the blade to avoid hurting her. "This cannot be touched by steel! It is pointless Aragorn! We will not dispatch him that way!"

"Arwen, release my hand, and return to the summit."

"Listen to me Aragorn! You cannot harm a Nwalmaer with steel!"

"A Nwalmaer? Tormented? Arwen, release my…"

Something held the kings gaze, bright eyes drawing his attention like a light in a cave, compelling him to look back. Aragorn fell silent, his hand going slack as well as his mouth, his eyes wide. "Ga… Gandalf… How can this be…" Faramir and Eowyn sat as statues upon their mounts, "Are we on the ground yet...?"

"I feel rather sick…"

"Why? I thought you two had flown before?"

"Indeed Sir, flown we have, and then been dropped into a river from at least a mile up."

"And the water tasted terrible! Mind you we didn't complain!"

"No, of course not! We were to busy swimming for our lives to complain!"

"What are you two talking about?!"

"Ah, you weren't there, were you Frodo? Never mind :)!"

"Ignore them Mr. Frodo, I think they're making that up."

"We are not! You weren't there either so you can't talk :(!"

Gandalf sighed and turned back to the Dragon, "You can slide them of Anantaboga." The beast gave a mighty huff, and sank onto its side. With startled "Whoa!!!" The five hobbits slid to the ground. Bilbo wiped his eyes and laughed, "That was superb! Had I known dragons gave such rides I would have tried to reason with Smaug!" Aragorn blinked again, "Frodo, and Bilbo Baggins, You all went across the sea! And if this is the Dragon that I was told of, that beast was slain by Indur at the Black gate! What are you all doing here! …not that I am not glad to see you, yet…" Gandalf had moved past him, the eyes that had smiled at Aragorn were darker as they took in the sight of the Nazgul.

"Ji Indur, it has been a while, hasn't it." The wraith eyed him silently, no more than a soft hiss coming from between thin lips.

"Aragorn, I assure you all will be explained, and soon. However, if my companions and I could first rest from our journey, and perhaps get some food," A low growl sounded and all turned stunned, even the dragon, to regard the hobbits with their sheepish grins and gurgling stomachs. "…Yesss… as I was saying," Aragorn looked back toward Indur, "What is to be done with him?" Gandalf sighed. "That to will be explained, for now, it would be wisest to take him with us, for we will have need of him soon."

Frodo watched the scene in something akin to amusement as Gandalf tried to talk Aragorn into allowing the Wraith in his home; he didn't blame him for a moment. (Aragorn has had more than his fair share of Nazgul problems, lets see if Gandalf can talk the "wings" off of this "butterfly".)

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Faramir watched in silence as Aragorn was brought under hand, the wizard weaving seemingly without knowing it a spell of calm over the kings raging mind. Faramir smiled, (a spell it must be surely, for Aragorn has no tolerance toward such creatures now.) The smile turned into a grim line. (No, no tolerance at all, many times I have seen the ravages in his face from sleepless nights he has spent filled with waking nightmares of them… he should not have to bear the presence of one again…)

Gandalf smiled, "It is decided then, come friends, the night is still a ways off, and I know for a fact Bilbo and Frodo will want to visit with you all." Frodo nodded, his eyes fixed on the wraith still trapped in the corner. "Anantaboga, your hoard is as you left it I'm sure, you should rest my friend." The dragon hissed deep in his craw and sprang into the air, vanishing into the utmost ring of Minas Tirith's mighty walls. Cautiously, slowly, Frodo moved towards the fallen king. His companions paid no heed, to intent upon listening to Gandalf as the King of Gondor tried to find a way around bringing the Nazgul to the summit. "We have children there Gandalf, I do not want my son near this… this…" Gandalf smiled softly, "This, what? Your majesty, you feel no true hate here, he is no threat to anyone now,"

Aragorn shook his head in refusal, "I know what I feel, what I have felt since the last time I set eyes upon this one and his brethren." Gandalf nodded, "And was what you felt hate, Aragorn? Or something deeper… something more attune to sorrow, and pity? You have seen them threw different eyes, threw the eyes of the fallen. I think… that that is what haunts you my friend, the memory of them threw his eyes." Aragorn said nothing.

"Steady… steady there, I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you…" Frodo advanced slowly, a sense of surprise filling him. There was no fear in his heart, none of the blind terror that he had felt before… The wraith was not impressed, Indur hissed low in his throat, the sound like an arctic winter, blue eyes flashing and hands clenching from the desire to pull free a blade that was no longer there. Keep your distance… I know your face… ring bearer… I have not forgotten… I will never forget… Nor Forgive!! Frodo drew back, burned by the hate in those deep bright eyes. "Blame me not, I did not offer you a ring, nor did I then bind you to it, I am not to blame for your fate old king, …you chose your death long ago…" A strangled sound, muffled in the wraiths throat...

"Mr. Frodo! Don't get to close!" Sam pulled hard on his arm, drawing him away. "He's dangerous Mr. Frodo! No matter what Gandalf says!" A harsh laugh, like ice cracking, brittle and sharp, the Ringwraith threw back his head, and the laugh turned into another sound, slowly falling until it became no more than a strangled hiss. Gandalf grew still, listening as it rose and fell. "And so it begins Ji Indur, the start of the end… Come Aragorn, to the summit." The small party followed the reluctant king up the streets, and following as silent as frost behind them, the Ringwraith.

"Why does he follow us?" Aragorn's eyes sought Gandalf's, the wizard smiled, "He Follows Aragorn, because he knows we are his last hope."

(Promise to explain soon!!I feel sorry for Aragorn, really... :( )