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I am the Lead Rider of the Nazgul, and it has been more than two millennia since I received the Dark Gift from Sauron, the One Who Made Me. I had been a might King of Men, accustomed to all the finest things: tapestries from Rivendale, damask and silk robes from Gondor, crisp Numenorean wines and, when the mood arose, the occasional spanking.
Of course, all that changed…
My Master had bid me to reclaim a seeming trifle: a Ring. The ring was hidden away in the Shire, in the possession of Frodo Baggins.
When I beheld Frodo, I was utterly transfixed! His skin was as pale and clear as porcelain, his eyes a piercing blue, his curls dark and lustrous and his lips full and red. It was almost as if he’d received the Dark Gift already, and, in a way, he had. He was tiny and delicate, and I longed to preserve him that way, so we could always be together.
I might be over 2000 years old, but I do have needs, ya know.