The Black Captain

This is an independent RP blog for the Witch-King of Angmar (often referred to simply as Angmar), mostly post-corruption. Under Sauron he was the Black Captain, the Lord of the Nazgul, and Lord of Minas Morgul.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

“Is that blood?!” ((Heeelloooo))

He turned to face her fully, standing over the broken body of her kinsman, whose corpse had been until now hidden by the position of his own body. He let her see his blood-spattered face and torso, and allowed no expression to cross his face. “Are you surprised?” he murmured flatly, bending his will and gaze upon her. She now had his full attention, now that he had dealt with the guard. “You knew I would hunt you down eventually. You knew you would not escape me.”

feanors-daughter //Hey there!

[feanors-daughter]

  "I am no fool, and I do not fear you." Laurelin snapped back, struggling to steady herself before he swung at her again. She met his blade, managing to keep it from cutting into her, but she had still been unprepared. She stumbled again, cursing loudly. "I escaped you once and I will again."

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

As a predator he noted her every stumble with increasing pleasure and excitement, sensing victory drawing nearer. "You will not escape," he vowed darkly, moving to cut low this time.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Shadow of the Ancient World | Closed

[theconstrainer-deactivated20141]

  "No, not by ten thousand could it be carried, and our enemy is not foolish enough to think it will, Sauron is underestimating his foes I fear," Melkor considered it for a few moments then sighed heavily, "It will be by one, and the army will be the distraction, who would notice a mouse when a tiger charges? It is but a single grain that could make all the difference. Kings and lords, generals… you should not seek them, look to the commoners. After all, you were once human, how many of the heroes of your childhood tales had humble beginnings?"

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

At this the Black Captain frowned, and felt it was his duty to his direct master to protest, "My lord, I think you value my master's wisdom and experience too lowly, and overestimate our enemy. You remember, no doubt, the valiance of the High Elves of old — but they are gone now, nothing more than memory, stories to divert the attentions of old scholars better suited to book-study in old libraries than to war and real power. Men, weak and short-lived Men, rule the lands now, and other equally little folk. Leaders are chosen by birth, not valor or worth. The Ring will corrupt the one into whose hands it falls, and then all of Middle-Earth shall fall before us."

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

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[angmarlordofthenazgul]

But though his arms strained again against the grip that pinned his wrists to the furs beneath them, he restrained himself from doing more — for Annatar would do it better, and would teach while pleasuring; and careful learning required some restraint. Besides, his heart raced at having no control for once, and the thought of his teacher's strength and power made the king's head spin.

"And I am sure I will be glad to learn," managed Er-Murazor in reply, voice surprisingly level for the amount of disoriented lust he felt. This was atypical. "Teach me, Annatar."

[heraldofmelkor-blog]

Strange Mentor, Strange Student

[heraldofmelkor-blog]

The desire for knowledge burned bright in Angmar’s eyes, and Langon found himself pleased. He was ambitious, this student, yearning for new things — things Sauron, for all his mastery of many arts, had never taught him. Sauron had not, but Langon could, and would, if Angmar followed this path to its destination.

"One piece of knowledge gives rise to others." The Maia shifted closer suddenly, hands upon Angmar’s shoulders, his gaze level and steady. "Open your mind to me, and we shall find the reaches of your fëa together, find the understanding you need in order to reach the greatest heights of skill." His voice was calm, laying out facts for his student. "That knowledge is instinctive for a being of my kind, but not for yours, and so you must gain it if you are to proceed."

It would also grant Langon a greater knowledge of his pupil, knowledge he could use if ever Angmar sought to strive against him, or if he simply desired to guide Angmar to a particular line of thought, but this he did not say; it was merely an unspoken price of learning the skills offered by Melkor’s own herald. A less binding price, at that, than had been laid upon Angmar before, still worn upon the Witch-king’s finger.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

The hands of the herald of ice descended upon Angmar's shoulders, and though he stiffened slightly the Witch-King nevertheless returned Langon's gaze calmly. The touch did not alarm him, but the words that followed pleased him little. For while the Black Captain of Mordor had trusted his master — and, before him, his teacher — implicitly, he had ever been wary of opening his mind ever since he learned that, in its natural state, it was lain open for any to read. Part of that came, of course, from the restrictions of mortality; but part of it was his lack of Unwill. And so the king, for king he had been then, had developed his Unwill until it became more natural than the open state.

Still, he was here to learn, and learning was done on the terms of the teacher, not the student. He could certainly see how it would be useful, in this case; Annatar, too, had used it to teach more swiftly and efficiently. This was no different, in truth. "Very well," he agreed therefore, and with a conscious effort he opened his mind to the presence of Langon's thought.

[melkorwashere]

some sauron & his bat-style outfit

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

The Midnight Hour {Closed}

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[angmarlordofthenazgul]

And here was a pleasing gift! Er-Murazor arched under the touch of Annatar, a heavy-breathed gasp passing his lips at the heat, just shy of damaging. But how thrilling it was to skirt around the line between pain and pleasure! And then that heat was encircling his length, sliding up and down in hotly tantalizing pleasure. It was all he could do not to push up his hips to thrust into his teacher's hand.

"I - I am honored," he managed to murmur in response. "You know I am eager to learn...to not only tread made paths but...to make them!" The thought of the new excited him nearly as much as Annatar's touch.

[gerwell]

Ah can’t reblog from an ask, so here:

I’m do sorry to keep bugging you, but I know you love drawing Sauron, and I have a mighty need to see him naked and covered in blood.

iaafl

I didn’t think I would answer this request but this idea popped so…

I thought Celebrimbor got beheaded and his head put on a pole but he just died from torture, not decapitation. My French blood wanted beheading. So this is super not canon!

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  He nodded, attempting to stifle another moan as Angmar continued to stroke is hardened length. His tongue ran over the other’s fingers, coating them in warm saliva and eagerly lubricating them. It was almost infuriating, how much Khamul desired Angmar. He was not to be so easily tempted, but yet he couldn’t restrain himself. A moan escaped his lips and his eyes fell closed in pleasure as he leaned back against the Witch King.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Khamul's submission deepened with every fraction of a movement, and it tasted sweet. When he deemed the time ripe, he withdrew his fingers, slipping them out of his second-in-command's warm mouth, and without further ado brought them down, slipping his hand along the Easterling's lower back. Curling his fingers first around the band of his trousers, Angmar yanked them down roughly to Khamul's knees before inserting one finger in deep.

[heraldofmelkor-blog]

Strange Mentor, Strange Student

[heraldofmelkor-blog]

"Your Ring is a physical object," Langon explained, "yet it must needs be more than that, and you with it." Graceful gestures illuminated his point as he continued, "When you change forms, you are not a wolf wearing a ring. Therefore, though its power is always with you, its physical form is… negotiable, by virtue of the power in it, and your skills in manipulating that power. What I propose to teach you is how to bring across more of that power, that essence, even when you have taken a form that does not physically display the ring itself."

The Maia laughed, suddenly. “When you first learned to change forms, I’d imagine you came back naked a few times, didn’t you? You had to discard your clothing, as it did not change with you, did it, back when you had the body of a living Man to transform? Well, your Ring goes with you, clearly, or transforming would doubtless destroy you now. And so it is high time you learned more of how to access its strength thus, so that you will be ready to properly occupy other forms.”

The essence of the Ring, Langon had come to suspect, had bound itself so deeply to Angmar’s fëa that it, like the fëa itself, could sink within the covering that was another form. It was a strange notion, one that transcended the limitations of Men, and so it was little wonder to him that Angmar had not yet been able to fully explore the ramifications, when it was like being granted another sense, without the faculty to process the information given by that sense.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

That was so, realized the sorcerer. Indeed, Mornya was never present when he shifted shape; he just never thought about it before. In fact, the Ring was by now such a part of him that it was almost strange when he did think about it. He must have been manipulating its form subconsciously all this time, playing with the essence with a part of his mind unknown even to him. How strange. How satisfying. 

Of course, it was not always so natural, as Langon pointed out. For many years Angmar had had to be very careful where and how and when he shifted for, indeed, his clothes were literally torn from his body as his body changed form. Yes, it was indeed high time he learned more about this thing that was such an important part of him, this source of power that allowed him to push the limits of his race and forge paths never before even entertained in imagination.

"So teach me," he said simply, "if you would. If you will teach, then I will gladly learn. How shall we start?" Angmar hungered now, as he had hungered in the old days...as he had hungered at the promises of Annatar, promises that teased with fleeting tastes and only increased the thirst. Yet even those promises had not been empty.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

“Is that blood?!” ((Heeelloooo))

He turned to face her fully, standing over the broken body of her kinsman, whose corpse had been until now hidden by the position of his own body. He let her see his blood-spattered face and torso, and allowed no expression to cross his face. “Are you surprised?” he murmured flatly, bending his will and gaze upon her. She now had his full attention, now that he had dealt with the guard. “You knew I would hunt you down eventually. You knew you would not escape me.”

feanors-daughter //Hey there!

[feanors-daughter]

  She barely rose her sword with enough time to defend the attack, but the sheer force made her stumble backwards. It took her a moment to recover from the surprise and raise her sword again in defense. Her sore muscles groaned in protest, already exhausted from the battle just minutes ago. “I don’t fear you!” She hissed back, keeping her expression steady and not allowing her weariness to show.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Then you are a fool," he returned, baring his teeth in a smile that cut like a knife, pressing his advantage as she stumbled back. His blackened blade whistled harshly through the air, singing death with every sound. He was well-attuned to the display of vulnerability, and now her aura reeked of it.

[rabbitsintinhats]

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

//Whoops did I forget to mention I would be gone for a couple weeks? Getting to drafts now but let me know if I don't answer yours tonight because that means I've probably missed it!

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

In Dol Guldur ((Closed rp with angmarlordofthenazgul))

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  Finally, the silhouette appeared, the shade summoned the Witchking forth. It called his name, a deep, menacing growl, that seemed to come from all around in echoes.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

The Witch-King perceived his master, in more than notice of the silhouette. He could feel the presence of the Lord of the Rings, and felt the reaction of his own Ring within himself. And so Angmar answered the summons, moving deeper into the fortress until he stood before his master once more, after years and years of rest.

"My lord," he uttered, his own wrath-voice a harsh whisper of a growl as he spoke in the language of Mordor that Sauron had devised. "You called and I have come. What is your bidding?"

[ashadowintheeast-deactivated201]

~:… Angmar… My right hand,:~ Sauron replied, in the Black Speech he created, ~:It has been long regaining my strength… It is time for my return. But my form alone will be little… The time has come, Lord of the Nazgul, to gather my forces once more.:~

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"It shall be done," promised the Witch-King, already running through their list of allies. "All will answer your call, my lord." He left unsaid what they both knew: that those who were called upon and answered not would be dealt with mercilessly. 

[laoih]

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Nazgûl

1st - Unita-N

2nd - yonaz

3rd & 4th - daRoz

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I was going to actually make a cool graphic for this but I got lazy and you know the deal. I said I was going to do something special for when I hit 4,000 followers and here we are!! I want to take a quick moment to acknowledge some of my closest companions on this blog since doing a complete follow forever would be impossible ( i follow a tonne of people ) before I list off the rules for the giveaway.

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[heraldofmelkor-blog]

Strange Mentor, Strange Student

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  "I wonder if you truly guessed how complete your servitude would become," Langon mused, still examining the Ring.

At last, he looked up, releasing Angmar’s hand and becoming all business once more, losing the strange demeanour he had displayed only moments before. “I would venture to say that this Ring both limits and aids you,” he said briskly. “The trick with limits is, often enough, not to confront them directly, but to circumvent them.”

The herald leaned forward a little. “When you shift, how do you perceive your Ring? It might prove easier to change your form if I can assist you in bringing across more of the… hmm, essence? of the Ring. Not the object as such, but its nature, so that your strength accompanies you more fully. Then, you might be able to allow yourself more immersion within another shape.”

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Frowning, the Witch-King considered this, glancing down to treat the Ring to a thoughtful stare. How indeed... "I do not think about it, much," said the wraith at last, looking back up at the herald with some underlying stubbornness in his gaze. "The Ring has power, and it can be used as an anchor for more complicated forms of sorcery. I use it for both power and anchor, drawing upon it when I have need. But it also sustains me even when I have no need to use it as an anchor, so I suppose I am always drawing on its power."

Still, he thought he glimpsed the meaning behind Langon's words. Indeed, that had always been a struggle, finding and acknowledging the essence of things and manipulating that rather than the mere material. Mastery over that would yield mastery over nearly all, but it was very nearly incomprehensible to Angmar, like imagining another dimension to the world. Having learned most basic things while still a mortal Man, he was constrained by the limits of his own comprehension. Many years ago he had tried to learn of essence, but to no avail. Eventually, Annatar had given up trying to teach him, and they moved on. But now he was more powerful. Now he had experience. Perhaps now the time was ripe.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"As much as on any other day. As though you are ever in the spirit for games, Khamul."

the-secondchief

[the-secondchief]

  He growled in frustration as the other’s hand trailed down his torso and closer to his arousal, but not yet there. Feeling Angmar’s teeth in his flesh, he hissed as he gripped the stones tighter and leaned his forehead against the wall. “Would you?” He hissed in reply. “I’m afraid you may need to work a little harder for that.” Even through his desperation and need for the other, he would not sink so low as to beg. Khamul shifted backwards slightly, pressing himself against Angmar’s length.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

Angmar laughed lowly. “I would expect no less of my second-in-command,” he fairly purred against the new wound he had made, finally wrapping his fingers around the base of Khamul’s length again. He gave a single, measured and deliberate stroke, pausing at the head to tease it with the pad of his thumb, even as Khamul pressed himself backwards against him. His free hand now made its way upward, until he could trace the Easterling’s lips with his fingertips. “Suck,” he commanded in a low, iron whisper.

[the-secondchief]

He let out a low and pleasured moan as Angmar stroked his length. “Angmar…” he muttered. When the other’s fingers were trailed over his lips, he involuntarily opened his mouth to allow them access. Obeying the Lord of the Nazgul’s command, he closed his lips around them and let his tongue lightly trace the skin of his fingers as he sucked.

[angmarlordofthenazgul]

A smirk pulled at his lips and Angmar struggled not to be vocal with his reactions to the dexterity of Khamul's tongue. "Very good," he purred, rewarding his second-in-command with a few faster, harder strokes. "Make certain to lubricate them well. It will only make it easier for you, after all."