The Witch King of Minas Morgul

[Ice]

"Its a deal." I said simply, leaning back against the wall.

[Magolion]

"Good." I turned to Angmar who had been listening with interest to the proceedings and motioned him forward. "This is the Lord of Morgul, though I believe your people know him better as the Witch King." I watched her face light up in mild surprise, however, since he was dead to the rest of Middle Earth, it wasn't an unexpected reaction. He studied her intently and, given the situation, I was rather curious as to what he would say.

[Ice]

I was surprised to hear that Angmar was still alive. Curse that man...though he really wasn't a man. But curse him. Old enemies almost never changed, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever not think of the Witch King as anything but an enemy. I stood, not wanting to have to say anything more than I had to.

"I must be going soon before I am missed," I said, brushing off my shirt, which was dirty from the wall. "I cant do more than spy at this point."

[Magolion]

"I think not elf," closing and locking the door with a snap of my fingers. "You serve me now, which means you will not leave until you are dismissed." I was through putting up with her pompous demeanor. "Also, I believe you owe an apology to Angmar for your rudeness. Don't look at him with such disgust elf. You now serve me as well, which means you are no more pure than he is not. Also I have not lined out your mission, so you will not leave until all loose end are tied up."

[Ice]

I glared at Sauron, furious. I had not been looking at Angmar with disgust. I had been trying not to look at him at all. And I did need to go, unless he wanted me discovered.

"If you want a spy, I need to go now. If you don't, then don't let me go. Once this is discovered, I won't be able to get the strategies of the Elves to you. So its your choice."

[Magolion]

"You miss my point elf. I have no intention of sending you back to Lothlorien at all."

[Witch King]

I had been trying my hardest to control myself from lashing out at this insolent elf. The one thing that stopped this from happening was the order I had rescieved from my master to control myself to a certain limit. When the elf had attempted to stand up and leave before the Dark Lord, I flung her back down into her chair all before my master lock the door with a wave of his hand. This elf had much to learn of in the ways of servitude. "Before the Dark Lord Sauron, you don't speak until spoken too, and then only watch your tongue, insolent elf!"

[Ice]

Quick as a flash, i reached for my one hidden dagger that the guards hadn't caught. I held it to my own throat, smiling.

"I assume you do need me though, alive," I said, still smiling. "I put myself in the face of death day after day, so why would I hesitate to slit my own throat?"

I grabbed my pendant with my free hand, muttering another word that formed a shield spell that was strong enough that, while it would break with most magic, it would give me enough time to go through with my threat. I wasn't worried. The Valar, if they wouldn't accept me into their halls, would still find a purpose for me in the afterlife, and I was satisfied with that.

[Magolion]

I was appalled. Clearly the elf had greatly overestimated view of her worth. "Very well elf. Kill yourself if you think it will accomplish anything. Yes, it would be more convenient to keep you alive, but not so much that I will continue to play your pathetic little game." I continued. "So if you see fit to end it, do it. I care not. But let me tell you this, if you choose to live and I am forced to bear another of your outbursts, I will make you wish with all of your being that you had killed yourself today."

[Witch King]

Once again this small elf had actually thought that the Dark Lord and myself had to have her alive. Well yes, it would help us but if she keep on going like she was, we would be better off with her dead and not haveing to hear her voice ever again. "If you think your worth that much to us, go ahead. There are always others." I said this as my master and myself turned to step out the door. Obviously this was going nowhere.

[Magolion]

As we walked out the door, we were surrounded once again by the guards. "Keep this door under heavy guard until she is willing to talk sensibly." I turned to Angmar. "Send you're best spy to Lothlorien. We may need a reserve if this one is hopeless."

[Witch King]

"Yes sir. Consider it done." I smiled at my master, or what the evil equivalent behind a shroud is, and we went our seperate ways. I eventually made my way back to my main hall and told the closet orc to bring him to me. The orc asked stutteringly, "Who sir?" I answered, "You know who. Him." With that, he scampered off knowing exactly who I meant.

[Magolion]

Good. Angmar seemed to be more efficient than I had thought. I made my way to the tower. I needed some time to think. Where was Nalen, and how did she slip past him? I must know. I sent for Gothmog. The White Orc entered. I had not seen him since the day his almost victorious forces were shattered by the King of the Dead in the last battle. Despite his recent defeat, Gothmog had a tenacity and ability to get things done that I approved of. However, after the battle he resided here in a self-pronounced exile, full of bitterness and frustration. I thought it best to get him used to carrying out orders again, and something small like this would be an excellent opportunity to get him back into the routine. "Gothmog." He knelt. "Master." "I am having some difficulty locating a spy of mine. Normally, since so many or available, I wouldn't think twice. However, this one had a very special mission, and you are going to locate him?" "I master?" "No other." With that I transformed him into a human, briefed him on further details of the mission, and sent him on his way.

[Magolion]

[occ: Are we planning on roleplaying anymore anytime soon?]

[Witch King]

[occ: Yes, I've just been busy with school with the end of the year and such.]