Nazgul on the battle field

The eagles swarm over the battlefield. Never has it happened before that the Nazgul went to battle and there men dead not. For what invites the Nazgul is at least of most importance to many.

Nazgul leads his pack on black beastly horse. His clique howls behind him. His horse seems to be stuffed out of proportion. A strong a horse as any.

At a distance the enemy blows a horn. Once. Twice. Then stops. Nazgul has drawn his sword from the stealth. It is pitch dark. Is it the metal that is dark or is it stained with dry blood?

There is gleam on his face. As if certain battle remnants have gone un-noticed. He kicks his horse and charges the attack without any theater. His army follows instantaneously. The battle begins; the eagles smell blood.

13/06/2012, 9:10AM