The Ringwraith stepped back as the flower petals wafted into his hood, into the black emptyness that was his face. He snorted, a bit like a horse, but seemed to take this as a gift from the wind.
He plucked out a couple of the petals, and cast them away, watching them float off and gently touch the hobbit childrens' noses, who shouted in glee at them and tried to catch them, but they drifted back towards the wraith.
His steed stood up now, fully rested. The horse turned its head and trotted off to join the other horses who played merrily, glancing at its undead master for a moment.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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