Character: Witch-king of Angmar
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s foul fiend – Kortirion’s Vet with issues...
My touch is anguish, my breath, despair... I have it within my power to grant death or absolution... or to continue their trials until every sinew screams for mercy. Such are my powers, second only to my Dark Lord’s.
I hold their fragile flesh within my palm – something of mine long ago foregone. So long, I have no memory of heat, cold, pain... until, as that puny warrior stood forth, a terrible agony pierced me. It scalded, but deep, deep within me arose a doubt... then, long ago buried hope for much-desired absolution.
For moments came fear... before... blesséd oblivion.