Murazôr slipped through the shadows of the mighty oak threes at the outskirts of Cerin Amroth. The Lord of the Nazgûls smiled to himself, his Master would be most pleased with the items he carried. In his left hand he held the head of the Sinda mage known as Ringlin. The elf had been an even bigger nuisance for the two months this war had lasted than elfs normally where. But the war would be over sooner now due to the treasure the Witchking carried in his right hand, the secret arcane tome known as E Mare Vardo. The book was now, as the last key to the spirit world, held by the minion of Sauron. The leaders of the free people would be defenseless against the curse of the Dark Lord…
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