The wraith noticed the snort of a horse. He could recognize that snort immediately: it was his former steed. He then sensed something else. One of the three Elven Rings.
The Ringwraith drifted towards the cloaked guest, leaving the ghost behind. He also saw the horse, who was now named Midnight. A new sense of hate came within his already tormented, dark mind.
"But Alas! old enemies have arrived!" The wraith hissed, apparently greeting his 'old enemy' who had slain him about a month ago. But, after his spirit had floated off into the sky, it journeyed towards Mordor, where Sauron himself granted the wraith another body. From all of that, he was quite weary of the world.
He examined the cloaked guest, looking for any visible weapons. He was sure that the wizard-enemy was doing the same, and noticing that the sword from his sheath was gone.
And so with that, he strode over towards Midnight, gurgling angrily at the horse. The steed whinnied loudly in response to this, rearing up from the hateful fear that the wraith emitted, the horse's eyes becoming white-ringed and wild once more as painful memories came back to the horse's mind. The wraith had also noticed that all of the armor had been cast off.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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