Post by coldenhaulfield on Mar 25, 2017 0:29:37 GMT
Charm and pizzazz?
In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face. All save one.