The wraith glared no more at the children who danced merrily about him, screaming with laughter. He instead, looked at the ghostly warrior, examining the ghost curiously. He then hissed, "Hail? Go float back into the barrow thou came from!" Of course, the Ringwraith had thought that this was a Barrow-Wight, who was, of course, under the command of his Lord, the Witch-King.
He reached towards the scabbard for his blade, but then drew his hand back. O Melkor! he thought, remembering that he had left the weapon at "home". He walked away fom the ring of dancing hobbits, breaking it up. The robes he wore covered his feet, giving him an appearance of drifting towards the center of the Glade.
However, the children regrouped. The Ringwraith indeed seemed angry; you could see it from the bitterness in his already hate-filled eyes. The children didn't seem to notice; they were too busy laughing at the poor wraith.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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