They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead.
why cant i just be a hobbit and do nothing but eat and garden and smoke pipe weed and occasionally help slay dragons
a proper way to ask me out on a date
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
my brother. my captain. my king.