The war steed lifts his head up, chewing on a clump of grass, to look at the hobbit. The armor near him glistens with dew, as does the remains of the wraith's robes scattered a bit farther away. Snorting, he trots over towards a tree, clipping at pieces of grass growing between the bulging roots.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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