The Eye of the Storm

As The Black Steel reached the summit, the rain stopped and everyone could see again. They had reached the eye of the storm. Then, a quiet chanting reached Mornenion's ears. He scouted ahead again, returning back to the others, telling them that he saw three figures performing a rital and so everyone hurried up into the main ruin of Weathertop.

Once they got there, all could see three men in black, hooded cloaks standing around an altar, chanting loudly in a mix of langauges, some that everyone could understand and some that they couldn't. On the altar lay a body, a strange reddish light emanating from it. As the men chant, the body starts to lift up into the air, then turning to face the company. 

It is a woman, with waist-length, black hair and pale skin. Her eyes are closed.

The men shout: "Hail Domruth, the Blind Anger. Leader of Angmar, Bringer of Dread. You who stopped us before. Now lead us to victory. Hail Domruth. Hail Blind Rage!"

Domruth opens her eyes. She is blind.

Then, in stiff motions, she brings out two curved swords. She points one directly at the company and then the ground starts shaking violently, a part of the ruin falling and trapping them in. Then, with another shake, skeletal hands crack out from underneath the dirt.

Domruth smirks, her beautiful face distorted by the evil grin on her deep crimson lips, her long black hair billowing out behind her as she prepares to attack.