Nine he gave to Mortal
Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Long ago they fell under the dominion
of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most
ago. It is many years since the Nine walked abroad.
he whispered... "The Nine are abroad again. They have crossed the River secretly
and are moving westward. They have taken the guise of riders in black."
enemies laughed at him with a harsh and chilling laughter.
back! Come back! To Mordor we will take you!"
back!" He whispered...
Ring! The Ring!" they cried with deadly voices; and immediately their
leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed by closely by two others.
Elbereth and Luthien the Fair," said Frodo with
a last effort, lifting up his sword, "you will
have neither the Ring nor me!"
Flight to the Ford in The Fellowship of the Ring