User blog:The Lord of Minas Morgul/The Shadow of War

Villages burned. Hope was lost. Atop a black steed, there came the so-called Black Númenórean king of Angmar. Everyone who could see him knew now that this was not a mere king of men, but the chief Nazgûl of Sauron. Nine of his most loyal servants of Angmar stood at his side, awaiting his command. He raised his sword, and looked at the foremost of these servants, stating his commands in black speech, and they obeyed without question. Nine servants he chose, a shadow of the Nazgûl, and they were both mighty warriors and powerful sorcerers. There was one, the shadow of a man in dark armor, who stood out from the others...

Aragost woke up, sweating heavily. This was not the first dream about Angmar that he had. He blamed it on the superstition surrounding the "Black Númenórean" kingdom in the north, mixed with his recent interest in the lore of the Second Age. He woke up to dind that his wife had already started making the morning meal, and his children were already done eating. He greeted them all, and had his meal as he did every day. Everything seemed normal, but he could not ignore the dark look of the shadowy fogure, nor the sense of foreboding engraved in his mind. Deep down he knew, though he may not have been aware of this knowledge, that this was not just the shadow of Angmar. This was the shadow of war.

The Lord of Minas Morgul, Witch-king of Angmar  (Send me a Fellbeast)