A/N: Ack – you people need to beat me! It’s been so long! Well here’s another update and thank you to everyone who reads this fic, even if you don’t review…though it would be so cool if you did. lol Here’s a special thanks to my reviewers.

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The orcs are just behind me, ready to move at my orders. In front of me I see my love Sauron. My hood is thrown over my head, so like the other Nazgûl no one can see my face. I lift it slightly to smile at my love and bow my head – I am doing this for him. Our army is traveling to Helm’s Deep. My soldiers think we are going to win, to crush our enemies but I know different. Sauron and I had a venison session yesterday to help see our outcome. It seems like our enemies are meant to win this battle, “We’ll lift their spirits only to crush them painfully.” I said to him – we both chuckled.

The black, snake like creature rose from the ground and took into the air. The other Nazgûl flew behind me, only the King of the Nazgûl was able to at my side – he would lead this army with me. I looked over at him and grinned as he let out a roar so high-pitched I could barely hear it. Below us the army marched forward, their voices already filled with bloodlust.

‘Good.’ I heard a voice inside my head, his lovely voice. ‘They shall do well. Do not forget my love, make your mark. I want you to be the one to put fear into their hearts; you shall not fall from battle.’

‘I shall not fail my love.’ Pulling on the ropes wrapped around my wrists, my Ringwraith flew higher into the sky.

It has been days since we started our journey though no one shows signs of it, we have yet to make camp and those too weak to make the journey are killed. We fly slowly, so that those on foot do not fall too far behind. I have seen the look the King of the Nazgûl has been giving me. He is threatened; no longer does he sit upon his thrown alone. I am the Queen of all Nazgûl and first in my loves heart. I growl at him, he has been staring far too long now. Soon we shall reach Helm’s Deep and change our enemy’s lives forever.

We are close now, I can smell the fear in the air – they know we are coming and are ready for us. It is at this point I decide to leave my flying beast to walk on the ground. I and I alone shall start this fight and I have always been one to make an entrance. My Ringwraith flies back into the sky, screaming in lust for the blood of the innocent.

As we walk, our footsteps create a roar and sends ripples of fear to our enemies. Thunder and lighting follow behind our army and rain soon starts to fall. As soon as we are close enough I stop, the whole army falling silent behind me. I look around to see who we are to fight against. Boys, men and elves - I see a dwarf standing alongside an elf, ‘How interesting.’

I throw my hood back, the first look these pathetic creatures get of me. A dark light flows from me and these humans look upon me with fear while the elves look at me with disgust. They can see my ears.

“A she-elf, it cannot be!” One elf utters. My head snaps towards him, ah the one called Haldir. He shall die by my hands tonight.

My ears pick up the noises of an arrow being fired and I catch it before it pierces my heart, I snap the wood in two as if it were an arrow. My eyebrow lifts in amusement. “Very well.” My voice seems to echo around us, “Let it begin.” With that the orcs run past me, eager to taste the man-flesh they see in front of them. I let them run, I have other important matters to attend to – like killing Haldir.

I take out my bow and arrow and stand back, letting the arrows fly. For the first hour or so it proceeds as only a battle could. Then our warriors come with a bomb to break their wall, turning the battle in our favor for a while. I hear a man scream for an elf to bring down the carriers of the bomb but it is useless. An arrow flies towards his head and I chuckle, letting my fire ball incinerate the arrow in the air. The elf looks towards me and shoots again at my soldiers, more arrows turning into dust. I see the look of horror and failure upon his face as the bomb explodes. Men and orcs alike fly back with the force of the bomb but I stay standing, a mere bomb cannot harm me.

Then time seems to still for a moment, the battle cries falling into silence. We have broken through their last defense. All too soon the men flee into their fortress, thinking it will save them. My orcs advance upon them and kill the cowards as they run. It is not my concern anymore, the one I have been searching for has lived far too long.

My cape as long been discarded upon the rotting corpses so now my mental shines through the blood stains. I am covered in metal designed especially for my body. There is not one arrow or sword that could pierce my skin while I wear this.

I walk slowly towards my target; he is far too busy fighting to notice me. My men take one look at me, bow and run away – they know that this one is mine. Haldir seems to be confused and turns to see me.

“You.” The words seem forced. “You traitor.” He raised his sword at me.

I smirk and also raised my sword, “Say what you wish Haldir but this traitor shall grant you your doom.”

Our swords meet and sparks fly. He is fighting for his life and I am fighting for my amusement. My smirk never leaves my face, not even when he cuts my cheek. I scream and nearly throw my sword at him; the force easily knocked his sword out of his grasp. In the distance I hear someone scream for him as I walk up to him and grab his throat with one of my hands. He is shocked at my strength when he finds he cannot break free. Another scream as a man rushed to aid Haldir but it was too late.

“The elves that survive shall report our findings; you will not be allowed to have an easy death she-elf. You betrayed our kind, our world!”

“Aw, your final word – does that make you feel better now?” I chuckled and start to slowly squeeze, his air is being cut off. “By the way, my name isn’t she-elf.” I lean in closer to him and whisper into his ear. “It’s Tama, tell that to your maker when you see him.” With that my hand heats up, burning his flesh.

He screams in pain and blood runs over my hand, his death would have been slower if not for that one man. “Haldir no!” He came from in front of me but just before he reached Haldir I placed my other hand on his shoulder and his body was set aflame. “No!” I dropped the now dieing elf and the human looked down at him. Haldir seemed to smile for a moment before his body shuddered and his last breath was taken. His eyes were blank, still, his body slowly being eaten away by the flames. All that was left was his sword and a pile of ashes.

“You!” He raises his sword but I stand there smiling. He seems to have a presence around him, he is no mere human. This interests me enough to let him live – for now.

“It is not yet your time to die human.” My Ringwraith flies over to me and I jump upon his back. “We will meet again. Do not forget - my name is Tama.”

I can almost see my name and image being imprinted on his mind. He will never forget what I have done and he will not rest until his friend’s death is avenged – too bad for him then. My laughter fills the air as I fly higher into the air, looking for more men to kill.

A few more hours pass and I see the sun coming up. “It is time to leave.” I whisper to myself. I call all the Nazgûl to me and we fly away, leaving our troops to their death. As we fly over the hill I put on my hood, glaring at Gandalf as he watched us fly above him. Knowing that we should be his last concern he turns his head back towards the bloody battle.

We fly away back to our home, the soul survivors of the battle. While the idiots behind me are worried about their Lord’s reaction, I cannot wait to tell him of what I did; of just how many I killed. Boys, men, elves – they all failed and fell at my hands. I looked down to the blood still dripping from my hand and bring my hand up to my lips. My tongue moves out to give my middle finger a slow lick. My eyes close to savior the taste – Sauron shall be pleased.