Nazgul #7 shrugged. “I know not when we shall next meet,” said he as he mounted his black mare. “Perhaps, when I travel on the road to the Shire again, I shall make a sojourn to Imladris along the way.”
Arwen nodded, “Of course.” She stroked her horse and mounted it. She urged her horse to turn around to face the Nazgul. “Until our paths meet Nazgul. I shall do my best to translate all tomes for you.” She smiled and bowed her head.
A nod, and the wraith placed his hand over his heart, replying, “Namarie, Lady Arwen! Farewell until our paths meet again.”
Then, Nazgul #7 whispered commands in Zikal’s black ear; the old mare turned about and rode south, toward Minas Morgul, toward home.