CHAPTER TWELVE The ruler of Angmar

'Dollost dîr cuiol ú'ar nin degi!

You fool no living man can kill me!'

'Nêbâbîtham Magânanê. Nêtabdam dâurad. Nêpâm nêd abârat-aglar. îdô Nidir nênâkham. Bârî 'n Katharâd

We deny our maker. We cling to the darkness. We grasp for ourselves power and glory. Now we come, the Nine, Lords of Eternal Life.'

Jake does not understand. "What does that mean?"

Bri looks at the walls of his room. "It's the language of Sindarin, it state: There is no other choice. There is no other way. One of you must take it. One of you must pay."

Bri looks at Jake, but Jake still does not clearly understand the whole point of the statement. "I don't understand Bri, what does this have to do with the task set before you?"

Bri makes herself more comfortable. "Do you remember the movie Lord of the Rings?"

Jake looks off to the side, "Yes, but I found it to be boring!"

Bri looks around and gestures to the room, "This is it, we are in the Lord of the Rings, the characters are the same, but the names are different. Our enemy, the tyrant Asron is actually Sauron, the art and stories reflect the similarity of him. And what about the Witch-King of Angmar, same person, same place, same name."

Jake looks intrigued. "But I don't recall the Witch-King ever invading Minbar!"

Bri puts her hand down, and thinks about it. "No neither do I, but of course we weren't in this movie either we changed the plot of the story."

Jake sits down on the chair, "So why you, why not Delenn or David?"

Bri looks at the ring, "I don't know Jake, I was the first to find the Witch-King's ring." Bri looks down at the ground, her mind clouded in so much memory. "The last poem I read, I did not tell you."

Jake looks at Bri. "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember the language of Mordor?"

Jake extorts the name. "Black Speech?"

Bri nods, "Yes, Black Speech--it was there in the Carn Dum--at first I did not know what it stated, but then I remembered, "Shre nazg golugranu kilmi-nudu. Ombi kuzddurbagu gundum-ishi. Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu. Ash Burz-Durbagu burzum-ishi. Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu. Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul. Daghburz ishi makha gulshu darulu. Gû kîbum kelkum-ishi, burzum-ishi. Akha - gûm-ishi ashi gurum. Nubin sherkuk, rakhizinash, matizinashûk, matizin Umbrûk." It means, Three rings for Elven kings under sky, Seven for dwarf lords in halls, Nine for mortals doomed to die, One for Dark Lord in darkness in Mordor where shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them, in Mordor where shadows lie. There is no life in the cold, in the dark. Here in the void only death. I smell your blood. I shall devour it, eat it all, eat all the world."

Jake's eyes widen. "My God, Black Speech, Asron. He will eat us alive." Bri shivers from just saying this.

As Bri and Jake look at one another, the reality of Asron sinks in--this guy is not a nice guy!. As the air in the room becomes cold and, near the window the environment becomes distorted, Jake is the first to overreact. "What is happening?"

Bri looks around, "He is here?"

Jake looks at Bri, "Who?" Jake stands up.

Bri looks at the door. "The Witch-King."

The look on Jakes face is full of fear. As the environment around them looks like through a clear bubble, there stands the Witch-King in his black robe. "We have a problem." In the room Bri and Jake stand frozen as they gaze apond the might of the Witch-King. As the faceless figure looks at Bri and Jake it speaks again. "Lord Anubis knows that my ring has been claimed by a new ruler of Angmar."

Jake looks at the dead lord of the dead, then at Bri. "A new ruler?"

As Jake looks at Bri, Bri looks at the Witch-King in confusion. "What do you mean, am I the ruler of Angmar now?"

The Witch-King nods, "Yes, now, I exist as a prisoner to the ring, but I can't leave till the master ring has been destroyed or you and the 50 will feel the full ability of my curse I put on Minbari leader Delenn."

Bri thinks of a plan. "So if we rid of the King Asron, the curse will be broken?"

The Witch-King slowly nods. "Yes, and my Morgul curse will also be broken and I can rest with my forefathers in the great halls of the Carn Dum in the lands of the north."

Jake looks at Bri then at the Witch-King. "So you are trying to say that Bri is now the Witch-Queen of Angmar?"

The Witch-King nods slowly once again. "Yes, in matters of respect, Bri is the Witch-Queen now. The ring you wear will give you unnatural strength, ability to levitate items, disappear in surroundings, shield against weapons and curse with prolonged life. Out of all these gifts, try to limit the strength and shields because those were given to me from Asron and if you over use it, it will consume you."

Bri wonders why the Witch-King did not add the other feats. "But the levitate, disappear, curses, and prolonged life is okay to use?"

"Yes, when the nine rings were made, these abilities were special to me. But you must not use them to do harm, only to use them to protect yourself." Bri nods her head. "I want you to drop your name, because it will tie you down and hurt you, I want you to do a public confession to your new name."

Bri looks at Jake then back at the Witch-King. "Why, if I may ask?"

"When Anubis finds you, and when he does, he will learn your past and use it against you, you must not let that happen! Go, and tell the others what I told you, and if anyone questions this, then you" pointing at Jake "will speak the truth, to help the others understand."

Jake nods. As the area fads away the Witch-King of the past is gone. As Jake and the new Witch-Queen of Angmar goes to the conference room there, the other 16 are waiting to hear the meeting that the Witch-Queen has summoned. Delenn looks at Bri Delenn, she notices that something major is on her mind. "We're all here Bri Delenn just like you asked, what do you need to say?"

Bri looks at the crowd, "I and Jake just talked with a shadow of the past, the Witch-King has warned us, Lord Anubis is on his way here."

As Delenn stands in the room it is cold and off in the distance a shadow catches her eye, as a strange sensation comes over her, she feels as if her mind is lost, and as she looks up at Bri there she sees him the one who cursed her--the Witch-King of Angmar. As she stands there frozen in fear she can see him now, he is a old man, flesh deteriorating from age, his face is deformed and very broad, his eyes replaced with darkness. His hands are long, and his fingers twice as long as a regular Human's fingers. His crown with three spikes around his head. In his hands he holds a sword. He appears to be dressed in old torned white robes which knows no law of gravity. As Delenn looks at him, he looks at Delenn, he does not smile or scorn, he remains emotionless as usual. As the Witch-Queen of Angmar speaks about her responsibilities with Asron and Anubis, the Witch-King of old Angmar leaves the Witch-Queen and goes into a different room. As the Witch-Queen keeps talking about her plans the sound of clanging fills the room. As the room becomes cold, behind the Witch-Queen is the old Witch-King dressed in his military outfit. It is a black suit made up of silk and wool, a strange combination, but holds up well to the environment. For his hear wear, he is wearing his helmet which is made of shiny black steel from the mountain ore from Angmar, it is a wicked looking head piece with spikes protruding from the top. The eyes are shaped to be as menacing as his own, and the mouth piece, well there is gigantic opening. The nose piece is a gapping hole which was his down fall last time he battled with a Human according to J.R. Tolkens, 'The Lord of the Rings, Return of the King.' For gloves he wears metal scales that can only retract downward. On his side is the Sword of Angmar, a black pyramid shaped yard-and-a-half long silver sword. On his other side is the ball and chain, one of a few weapons anyone can wield, but its size is beyond anyone's comprehension. As he strides near the new Witch-Queen of Angmar, he speaks in his threaten voice. "I was the Witch-King of my kingdom, Angmar, but my curses have changed me and marooned me here on this planet. I come to you to state my actions. I am passing my power to one of the chosen crew members you call Bri, I have instructed her to leave that name behind to protect you all. During our invasion of this planet I lead my group called the Nazgul against this place as instructed by Asron. I was partnered with my rival, the evil and wise Lord Anubis who controls the Soldiers of Darkness, we kill all, burnt the cities, and cursed every stone, but to my demise to enter a site called Valenra and there my curse backfired removing the curse placed on me by Asron, I still can take form, but can't leave Minbar, now as I heard you plan to go against Asron and Lord Anubis, you will fail, you need equal power, and your prophecy will fail, this is certain, you need one of the nine kings rings, and because I can't wear it no more, I choose Bri to be master of it, it will only listen to its masters commands, just like Asron's ring. Behold, the new ruler of Angmar!"