Hunted by Sauron’s Ringwraiths, Frodo and his Hobbit companions flee into the wilderness, led by the mysterious Strider. Any hope of rest is soon shattered when a Nazgûl scream pierces the air: the enemy has found them! But the Halflings are no match for the Wraiths, who bat Frodo’s companions aside with disinterest as the Witch-king, their lord, advances on the stumbling Ringbearer.
Unable to resist, Frodo thrusts the One Ring onto his finger and is plunged into the grey spirit world of Ring-sight. No longer an empty black robe, the Witch-king is revealed to Frodo in his true form, fell and terrible to behold. Beneath a bladed crown he glows with an unearthly light; a tall white being of ghostly skin drawn about sunken features, wispy hair whipped by an ethereal tempest, and a long, jagged blade in his luminous hand as he reaches for the Ring.