Wraith

In the outskirts of the region of Núrn....

"Celebrimbor, are we sure he's not near us?" Talion questioned his partner who replied back.

"Yes, he has taken part of our power which I could use to locate that creature like you had located me. He's as of right now in Cirith Ungol, approaching fast towards our location however." The wraith answered.

"I see, we must hurry to build up our army to combat him. Brúz could be useful but he'd quite possibly betray us once he sees that mans' power." The ranger told the wraith while adding his own thoughts.

"We both know that the leader of the fortress is one of our allies so we should be quick on capturing it, the main problem lies on our forces. We need to manually brand each and every captain inside to be able to have a fighting chnce against that monster, I suggest you to gather the captains however dangerous it may be and knock them all out in one attack." The elf suggested.

"Indeed, using the overlords' name to gather them all would assure us of their cooperation." The undead agreed, "Let us go then quickly to Núrnen." He added.

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In Gorgoroth...

"Kill them all! For the lord of Gifts!" An orc shouted, blade raised and charging towards the enemy.

A massive battle was occurring on the bridge from Gorgoroth to Barad'dur, in the front of the battlefield were three figures.

"You, pretender do not stand a chance against lord Sauron. Perish, no mercy will be given to fakes of our master." The two Nazgûl stood across from Annatar, a battle happening behind him.

"So you two choose to face me alone? Your armies could've proved useful to you in this battle." Annatar questioned the two.

"We will dispose of you ourselves, we may only be two of the Nine but our powers will be enough." A Nazgûl cockily said, though no such tone could be heard apart from its' ghastly voice.

"Fine then, let this be a lesson to Sauron to not send you two alone after me." A flame formed in his eyes as the temperature rose, his sword erupted in flames before he moved to strike.

Annatars' sword was blocked by the one he aimed to strike while the other appeared behind him, pointing his Morgul blade to his chest.

Annatar sidestepped and inhumanely bent his back horizontally to dodge a slash from another Nazgûl.

He placed his hands onto the floor and flipped to distance himself from the two while also spreading a ring of fire from where he'd touched, forcing the Nazgûl to retreat from their original position.

He managed to separate the Nazgûl in front of him to opposite sides to each other, he went for the left ringwraith who raised his blade to block the incoming attack.

The flaming sword brought the Morgul blade down and subdued it while the former went for a thrust.

The other Nazgûl appeared behind him in a flash of green who aimed to slice him in half starting from the head.

Annatar removed his left hand from the sword as he ignited his elbow on fire, trying to slam him in his non existent stomach.

The pretender moved his head to avoid the approaching blade which would now slice his shoulder off until he managed to land his flaming elbow onto where the torso would assumed to be.

The second Nazgûl was forced to remove its' grip from the blade while the other was still holding on, however Annatar made sure to grind his elbow to set said ringwraith alight.

The Nazgûl was pushed back while its' ally was stabbed in the chest and the former arm which elbowed him had been placed onto the mask of his brother.

A flame burned away at his robes which forced a terrible screech that occurred behind the mask.

A ghostly amber glow appeared in the palm of the hand which was placed on the mask, memories flooded Annatar of the fallen former king of Men. The ring of power falling off from the armored hand.

"You serve me now." Annatar said simply to the now branded Nazgûl.

A mental fight erupted inside the Nazgûl of which to serve with the Dark lord losing the battle due to the lost of the ring.

The ringwraith, which could no longer be considered that as the ring which had controlled him was no longer on him along with the ability to sense the One ring.

He is now just a stronger version of a wraith with the ability of little necromancy.

The burning ringwraith was nowhere to be found however, whether he was consumed by the flames or retreated.

Annatar walked calmly towards the ring which fell from the hand of his now servant.

He grabbed it, observing it like Isildur who was fascinated by the ring.

"Is it possible for me to be corrupted even when the same power coursed through me?" He questioned to himself, steeling himself to wear the ring.

He wore the ring of power as a voice spoke to him, "Thrak-a nazg... Thrak-a nazg..." (Don't know what would be correct so I used the limited knowledge people got from the fandom, while also checking the phrase of the ring to the words of black speech so since the final phrase from the one ring was 'and in the darkness, bind them.' there was no 'to' but it had an -a which means it's probably the same meaning with 'the'. These words mean 'Bring the ring' btw. ) Repeated phrases of black speech were spoken in his mind, but what terrified him of all was the power in the voice. He felt being convinced, seduced by the voice.

The power of Sauron lied not in his strength but his voice, his deception far exceeded his skills in combat as even Maiar like himself would be affected by it.

Annatar quickly took off the ring as sweat had formed on his head, a bit terrified of the outcome had he not taken it off quickly.

He tried pouring his powers that resembled a Maia into the ring in an attempt to 'purify' it, it failed which he had thought out.

"Either my power is lacking to overthrow his, or the ring is unable to be affected after the forging. Either way the ring will be kept safe to avoid him creating more troublesome servants from the corpses of Men, possible he would just use the ordinary man instead of a king." He hypothesized.

"Now then, wraith. Return to Gorgoroth quickly and store this in a hidden location somewhere in the fortress, our conquest has still yet to finish." He ordered his new servant who grabbed the ring and formed into a black shroud with green glowing in the center, alot less green than normal Nazgûl due to the lost of the ring however.

He looked towards the battle happening behind him as he saw the enemy cowering.

"Time to recover my forces." He walked towards it and began branding the enemies that had tried to fight him.