His Corrupted Mind [Witch-King x OC]

Chapter VII : The Fight at Weathertop

"Hunting isn't a sport or a hobby. It's a calling to something greater." -Unknown

Outside Bree

The Witch-King and the four Nazgûl that had traveled with him to the East met up with his second, Khamûl the Easterling, near a village called Bree. It was located on the eastern edge of the Shire, a place where rain felt the constant need to fall. Already, the Witch-King was in a poor mood, and when all of the Nine were once again in company, the news his lieutenant brought to him only made it worse. Khamûl's mount pranced a little, feeling the tension as its rider greeted his king with the news.

"Ul Raumn wuak noav avhere. Iav iuk now carrium afar ij Hobbiav." The Ring was not there. It is now carried by a Hobbit.

The Witch-King growled. "Agh nalkramal iuk avhe Hobbiav?" And where is the Hobbit?

The Easterling, in a quick and rigid movement, pointed to where the main entrance of Bree lay further down the path. "Wiavhin avhe avown." Within the village.

With an all too familiar screech the Witch-King raced his dark horse down the path to Bree, intent on correcting his second's failure, and the others followed in his wake.

Later

The Nine toppled the gate the Bree, crushing its withered gatekeeper underneath. In they rode to where they sensed the One Ring. It was close, its presence nearly tangible in the air. They soon came to the inn, unfortunately named the Prancing Pony, but it was barely considered before the Witch-King, Khamûl, and two others dismounted in unison, drawing their longswords and with unnatural grace swept into the building. The Ring was close.

Easily, they found the room and inside lay four small forms upon small beds. The Hobbits, and one of them carried the One Ring, the object their master so greatly desired to have once again.

The Witch-King and the other three positioned themselves and raised their swords, ready at a single word to strike down the sleeping Hobbits. And the Witch-king did indeed give the word without a moment's hesitation.

They struck the Hobbits, piercing the heavy blankets and into what lied beneath them. This was done repeatedly, and something struck the Witch-King in a bad way. Something was wrong, for some strange reason this felt too easy. He had to check, and the Witch-King ripped the blanket away from the bed he had been stabbing into. A whirlwind of feathers surrounded him, and the other Nazgûl repeated the action, adding more feathers into the air. They had been tricked.

Screaming their outrage the Witch-King and the others raced out, their cries met with the shrieks of those who remained outside, and when they were mounted once again they rode out of Bree, angered, frustrated, and intent on seeking out the true whereabouts of the Ring.

Outskirts of Bree

The night had long since claimed the land as Inconnu traveled up the North-South road, coming close to the small, cornerstone village of Bree. Rain was pouring down in sheets, and Inconnu lowered her head further to try and keep the cold rain better away from her face. Dawn was soon to come, and hopefully the end of the storm. Sverundr shook his head, shaking off a torrent of rain that was quickly of placed. He was not pleased with traveling in this weather, and Inconnu smiled as she patted his neck. "Hey, we've been through worse. Remember the avalanche the noise of those trolls caused a few years back? I consider that much worse than this little rainstorm."

Sverundr bobbed his head before he shook his head to bet rid of the rain again, and Inconnu sighed. Her thoughts of what she was to have thought of next never arrived as she then heard a shrieking not so far away. Sverundr shied from the fearsome screeching, and Inconnu, through some innate intuition, guided off the path and hid them in the dark trees. Not long after, nine riders cloaked in black rode past. She watched them go, and the one who rode at the front seemed to be familiar. It couldn't be... But it certainly was. Inconnu recognized the pommel of the sword the dark rider carried at his side.