what am I even doing//forever homeless because WITCH-KING

[captainofdespair]

I see you've decided to release me. How foolish of you.

Find my master; I've reports to make.
The situation has changed.

[He got stabbed in the knee by a Hobbit of all creatures and it actually wounded him. This is a problem.]

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[captainofdespair]

[u mad dude? 8D?

Black bottomless depths of staring. So much staring, Ranger, how can you stand it?]

A fact that shall be rectified. [The Witch-King straightens up to his full height, though cautiously - it's been a long time since a single wound hurt him this much. Still, his relative incorporeality makes it easier to hide it, as he looks right back down at Aragorn.]

I fare better than the Hobbit that bears my master's ring. My wound still causes him pain does it not?

[therangerking]

[ Stared at... And he gives the Witch-King's knee a smirking glance because it's obvious that it is giving him trouble- and he struggles to keep the smirk on his face at the jibe about Frodo. ]

Aye. But the bright sun over Gondor's shining city [ after Sauron's defeat :| ] heals him well.

[captainofdespair]

[He notes the smirk evenly... and then how it twitches and falls slightly. It would seem he hit a nerve, there. Good.

Though... sun over Minas Tirith. A lie, the Witch-King hopes, because that wouldn't do at all. He ignores it, for the time being.]

He will ever carry the weight of my blade, and my master's Ring. No matter if he attempts to cast them aside.