As the sun set on the horizon, the Witch-king made his move under the cover of the night sky. Solid led them to an old abandoned farmhouse a ways away from the castle. The house was old, and the wood rotted away as the years took their toll on its wooden frame. Solid moved to the door, club in hand, and quickly pushed the door aside, causing a loud cracking creek as he moved inside with three Uruks behind him. They quickly scanned the room, seeing nothing but rotting floorboards and a large stack of decaying wood in the far left corner. He quietly made his way to it; motioning for the three Uruks behind him as they watched the wooden frame, fearing the building collapsing on top of them, though only a third of the roof remained. Once solid reached the pile of wood, he bent over and started to remove the various pieces of rotting wood until he revealed a wooden hatch, which looked much better than the wood from the pile that once covered it, and the metal on it had little to no rust. He checked the lock for a moment, before grabbing the handle and opening it, revealing a ladder going deep into the ground. He motioned for a Uruk to get the others as he and the other two with him went into the dark. Once at the bottom of the hole, he looked down the hall and saw the old stone walls he remembered as he and the other two waited for the rest to come down.

It took thirty minutes for the rest of the Uruks to come down. The Witch-king entered, carrying his sword. The wraith moved past his troops until he stood next to Solid and spoke. “Lead the way." Solid merely nodded and started moving with the rest of the infiltration force following behind him, weapons ready, as they moved through the long, narrow hallway to the keep. After a time of walking, they came to a small room, where twelve guards sat around a table near an iron door with a few torches lighting the door. Solid stopped the rest of them as he watched the guards.

"Why are we here again?" Spoke one of the guards.

"Because we were told to. Plus, with the fact that we have a fucking army at our doorstep, I'd rather be here than on the walls right now." Another responded.

"I'd rather walk the walls then rot away down here." a third groaned. Solid motion for some archers to set up just out of the light of the room as they drew their bows back and aimed.

"Will you stop wit- ach!" The fourth started before an arrow went right through his left eye, before a series of arrows were let loose, catching the already shocked guards, as three more were peppered with arrows. Solid charged the remaining guards, with around thirty Uruks quickly following and charging the remaining eight guards, who quickly jumped up, grabbing their weapons and charging back at the invaders, as two more were downed by arrows. Solid cracked a guard across the face, knocking him down, before Solid followed with a hit over the head; the spikes of his club embedding themselves into the cracked helm as blood dripped down the stallion’s face. His shocked eyes stared back at Solid's grim stare. Looking up he saw the rest of the guards were cut down. Two Uruks ran up to the door to open it as the Witch-king moved into the room with the rest of the Uruks following, ready for a battle; their faces a mix of bloodlust and excitement as their lord walked past. An air of dark expense filled the room as the Uruks opened the door, revealing a dark continuation of the tunnels. Solid walked up to the door, looked back and said, “Let's begin." He moved swiftly into the blackness, a smile on his cheeks as he moved the Uruks following into the hall where, there before them, sat three paths. Solid standing before them sighing as he then turned and ordered pointing the different group of Uruks.

"You there, head this way and take over the prison and release the prisoners, then move to the keep. You; take your troops and secure the walls and the gate for our remaining forces. The rest of you, go to the barracks and kill them all before the alarm can be raised." The groups of Uruks followed and went down the various tunnels to fulfill their task. The Witch-king went with the Uruks to the keep. Solid followed with a wide smile ready to start making heads roll.

They quickly moved through the tunnel until they reached a hall with reinforced iron doors, which required a key. Moving lightly, Solid walked the hall with the Witch-king followed by six archers as the rest waited until they came to a door at the end of the hall to the left. Looking into the room, he saw a single guard fast asleep; a mug of rum nearby. He looked at the Witch-king and nodded before he moved in. Creeping lightly, he made his way to the guard, careful not to misstep. As he got closer he noticed a knife behind the mug, and grabbed it as he looked to the guard and with no hesitation, slashed the guard's throat as his eyes shot and attempted to scream. However, only gurgles of blood came out as he clung to his throat to stop the bleeding, but it was too late, as he body slumped forward and fell to the ground, his blood pooling on the floor as Solid merely bent down and took the keys from his belt. He walked back to the group and handed them to the Uruk to open the cells. After a couple of minutes, nearly a hundred and twenty prisoners and slaves came out of their cells, staring at their saviors in fear before Solid moved in front of them and spoke. “Are any of you able to fight?" A majority nodded. “Good. Do any of you know the way to the barracks?" Five of the former prisoners nodded. “Good, then those who can't fight shall stay here. The rest of you, go to the barracks and get some weapons and armor." They did as he said, and many walked past him to get their new equipment. Solid and the Uruks went back down the hall they came from.

"You three, go with them." The Witch-king ordered as the Uruks nodded before they left. The Witch-king looked to Solid and asked, "Which level does your brother or whoever sleep at?”

"The second."

"Then go with the others and get him.” Angmar said as he turned and went down the hall with the rest of the Uruks following behind him. Solid didn't wait as he went to join the others. The Witch-king moved back down the hall, passing the guard’s quarters and continued before turning left and reaching a staircase. They continued up the stairs before reaching a door. He looked to a Uruk, who had been given the key from a guard, and motioned for it. The Uruk nodded and did as he was told. Turning back to the door he quickly placed the key into the slot and turned the key with a click. The door opened easily despite the Witch-king putting in no real effort to open it. Pushing through the door, he looked around the area to make sure there weren’t any garrisoned soldiers in view. Suddenly, however, a great noise rang out.

DONG... DONG... DONG...

His head quickly turned to the left as he looked down the hall, the sound echoing throughout the castle before he quickly looked to the Uruk's and shouted, "Kill them all!" His yelling filled the air as the Uruks fell to their knees in agony. The Witch-king turned away from his immobilized soldiers and went to the right, moving at a great pace down the hall, almost gliding as he dashed. As he went on, he heard the sound of battle reverberate through the keep as he moved, cutting down any frightened servants and guards that crossed his path. After a few minutes of traversing the halls of the keep, he came to the main hall, where he saw eight figures: four guards and four others standing there talking. “What do you mean they infiltrated the castle!?" shouted the annoying voice of Bitter as the guard answered him.

"They came in through the tunnel, and have taken the prison and barracks. They're close to taking the courtyard." The guard said as Angmar moved slowly past the pillars around the hall, watching the group.

"Do we at least know how many are in the castle?" Bitter said as he looked around the hall looking for rebels or Uruks.

"We believe there are around two hundred invaders within the castle." Bitter paused for a moment before turning to a mare in her thirties next to a pair of twin colts. He then turned to back to the guard and said to him, “You, gather the remaining guards, now!" The guard nodded before leaving and running back down the hall Angmar came from as Bitter then looked back to the mare and colts. “Golden, take the foals and hide, before they find us." She nodded as they left holding her children’s hands as she left with another guard following close behind, leaving through a door behind the lord's seat. Once they were gone, the Witch-king moved, taking a spear from a dead guard lying on the ground. He threw the spear, impaling one of the remain guards and scaring the other two stallions in the room as they looked at the dying guard, holding the spear that was impaled through his left lung, gasping for breath. Angmar walked into view; his sword drawn as he spoke. “Your time is over, and soon your castle will be mine."

Bitter looked at the Witch-king, his eyes wide as he looked back at the remaining guard and yelled “Kill him!" The guard looked at his lord, then to the Witch-king as he lowered his spear and charged. The guard went for a stab that the Witch-king easily countered and struck back, catching the guard in the neck and breaking his spine, downing him with ease before he moved on to the fool who was standing before him wearing a long tunic, and holding a sword raised ready to fight. Which might have been intimidating, if not for his weight and sweat. No, the only problem he posed was with his magic. The Witch-king was cautious as he moved, closing the distance slowly and with each step, Bitter would back up with his horn glowing brighter with each inch that Angmar closed in. As he reached six feet from Bitter, the stallion’s horn flared and shot a blast of magic at the Witch-king, who sidestepped the blast just as another one followed, barely missing the Nazgul's head. The Witch-king charged, slashing downward as Bitter stumbled, raising his sword in a weak attempt to stop him. The force of the strike knocked the blade from his hands as the Witch-king lunged, stabbing his blade into the fat belly.

"Gasp! No, please! Don't kill me!” pleaded the fat stallion as he fell to his knees, the blade only finding itself forced deeper into his gut. The Witch-king merely looked at him before he pulled his sword out and raised it over his head, ready to strike.
"Wait, please don-" before he could finish, the Witch-king split the stallion's skull, splattering blood onto the floor and the Nazgul standing before the newly fresh corpse. The Witch-king turned his head to the door that Bitter's wife and children had left through before walking to it; his steel boots echoing across the now silent hall as the sound of battle drew nearer.

His eyes scanned the hall before him as he walked, listening for any movement as he passed bodies of dead guards, Uruks, and others. Occasionally, he would see his Uruks or rebel soldiers moving through the hall and ask them if they saw the group of nobles, but they all said no. As he continued walking, he saw a prisoner from the mines and asked him if he knew the castle’s layout well. The prisoner nodded before the Witch-king asked him if he knew where they were currently. The stallion nodded before saying that this area was the staff quarters and that it doesn't branch out beside the lord's hall. Once the stallion was finished he told him to find the entrance and keep watch for anyone trying to leave. Once the two parted the Witch-king then began going from room to room searching for the mother and colts until the last sounds of battle ended and he went to the lord's hall, telling any of his soldiers to search the quarters and find the mother and sons and bring them to him alive.

Once he returned to the hall, he saw the many torches and other forms of light ablaze as he saw that the rebel, the prisoners, and the Uruks had gathered in the hall with a pile of loot set up in the middle. Once they took notice of him they all stopped talking and watched as he walked through the hall, passing his warriors as they nodded to him. He walked to the throne in the back of the hall and took a seat, scanning over the gathering before him and spoke. “We are victorious!" At that, everyone within the hall cheered as before quickly quieting as he continued. “But this is just one battle, and there will be many more in time as my master moves to conquer this land and bring it under his dominion. So I ask you stallions gathered before me to follow me further unto glory, and bring my master's enemies to heel!" the hall was quiet for a time before Solid moved forward as he then spoke.

"You gave me my brother back, you gave us freedom from Bitter and his elk, so I believe there is only one course before us. To glory!" And thus the gathered stallions cheered once more before the doors to the servants’ quarters burst open and two stallions and an Uruk dragged the mare and her sons into the hall as silence once more fell over the hall. After a moment, they were dragged before the Witch-king as he once more spoke. “Warriors! I present to you Lady Golden and her sons!" With this, a cry of anger filled the hall before he spoke again. “And so, as to reward you, I give every stallion in this hall one chance to have your way with the wife of your abuser. Have fun!" At this, the two stallions took her away as she cried and pled for her life as a third of the stallions in the hall left with her screams echoing down the hall. Once gone, the Witch-king once more spoke as he gestured to the colts before him. “As for these two, I will leave them to you, warriors." The colts were then taken away as well, and thus began distributing the collected loot among the men.

Author's Note

Done!!! god, that took a bit and I'm sorry for the waiting school and work came first.

Thank you for reading and good day. Next, we see what Khamul is up to. see you then.