1. The Fall of the Witch King
She stood before the Witch-King, her bright hair shining pale gold, seeking death. The Nazgûl screamed, a sound high and terrible; with his mace he struck her shield. It shattered and her arm was broken.
From behind the Black Rider, a Halfling – one Meriadoc – stabbed his sword into the knee. The Rider cried out and with a mighty effort, Éowyn drove her sword through the empty space between the crown and mantle. Her sword shattered into many shining pieces and there came a cry, thin and wailing, as the empty mantle of the defeated Witch Kingfell to the ground.
From behind the Black Rider, a Halfling – one Meriadoc – stabbed his sword into the knee. The Rider cried out and with a mighty effort, Éowyn drove her sword through the empty space between the crown and mantle. Her sword shattered into many shining pieces and there came a cry, thin and wailing, as the empty mantle of the defeated Witch Kingfell to the ground.
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