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Story of Ninth NazgulFar north, highland at the foot of Ered MithrinStory of Ninth Nazgul by dead01
Black rider stopped and looked around, sniffing in cool, night air.
Dawn approached, but sun was still hidden behind jagged mountain pass. Autumn was coming, and in northern lands already could feel the icy blast of winter; he wrapped tightly in traveled cloak and pulled deeper the hood, when piercing chill burst under heavy material.
In slowly fading darkness his eyes glittered with barely visible, reddish glow. He hurried black mare and followed the old northern tract, heading toward Ered Mithrin pass. Behind, he led on a halter another horse, which trotted anxiously and snorted.
Some days took him to get through valleys and canyons; it were very old mountains, and their roots reached deep into the earth, treacherous and fragile, like a giant’s bones, lying over the years in sun. Once he heard the thud of falling rock, and his horse froze in place, snoring and cuddling ears, until men dismounted and led him by the b