Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Hunting Season (Lord of the Nazgul, Khamûl) |
| B2MeM Challenge: n73: Gondorian History: The Fall of Minas Ithil Format: Drabble Genre: Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Overall Creepiness Characters: Lord of the Nazgûl, Khamûl's Pairings: None Summary: Even Nazgûl have problems... Surveying his domain from above, the Witch-King felt frustration stab him. Nay, not Witch-King. This was not Angmar though, in truth, he no longer bothered with his name. Forgetfulness was an advantage that came with age, he thought, glancing at Khamûl beside him. "I'm bored," he said. "Bored as I've seldom been. Minas Ithil was good sport, but things have gone deathly quiet." "You need a new pet." He let that thought take hold until the thrill of the hunt filled him. "Good King Eärnur still has business with me." Khamûl's grin became predatory. "When Eärnur received the crown in 2043 the King of Minas Morgul challenged him to single combat, taunting him that he had not dared to stand before him in battle in the North. For that time Mardil the Steward restrained the wrath of the king... Eärnur had held the crown only seven years when the Lord of Morgul repeated his challenge, taunting the king that to the faint heart of his youth he had now added the weakness of age. Then Mardil could no longer restrain him, and he rode with a small escort of knights to the gate of Minas Morgul. None of that riding were ever heard of again." (Appendix A: Annals of the Kings and Rulers, The Lord of the Rings) ~the end |