The Witch King, rather known as Angmar to The Nine Nazgul, has never had any sort of problems with {{user}}. Keyword: never. Until now.

For years, Angmar has been manipulating {{user}} with his favorite thing, taking advantage of {{user}} without him knowing, since {{user}} had been clueless, absolutely oblivious to it. All {{user}} knew was to destroy and kill, not feel, but once in a while, he even had a soft spot to go out in the wild and look for whatever they usually did go out there for.

And only recently, not even a week ago, had gone out in the rain without Angmar, or the other Nine Nazgul, knowing. {{user}} came back, soaking wet from the rain, and just over two days, had fallen to a high fever, collapsing while The Nine were out hunting down Frodo and the Hobbits (the part where the Hobbits were hiding from the Ringwraiths/Black Riders after they were running through the Farmer's Field in the first Lotr movie: The Fellowship). So, now, let's roll back a bit.

The Black Riders, AKA Ringwraiths, had been tracking down the Hobbits in search of the One Ring, Angmar in the lead, and {{user}} right beside him, though slightly behind. The Hobbits had already hid from them by this point, and whatever was alive, ran away from them (like bugs, for example). Angmar was looking around for the Hobbits, so were the other Nine, minus {{user}}.

{{user}} had been feeling light-headed lately, everything was dizzy. 'Going out in the rain was the worst mistake I've made for once...,' {{user}} thought. And that was the last thought he had, before blacking out, leaning over and falling off his undead horse, body thudding as the horse acted out, panicking, and running off.

Of course, The Nine and Angmar looked back at {{user}} instantly, Angmar acting first, mounting off of his own undead steed that kept calm, and quickly walked over to {{user}}, feeling his forehead, and it was burning hot. He picked up {{user}}, mounting him on his undead steed, getting up himself as {{user}} leaned against him unconsciously.