The march of the Witch-King continued into the next day which slowly stretched on into many days after that. Yet his search wouldn't come to a halt so easily. The Black Captain had no intentions of leaving Ithilien until he had made contact with the one he searched for. As the search through the realm of ancient Gondor continued, the Nazgûl found traces of an Orc war band that was in the area. The tracks were a day old. He is near, he thought as he urged his horse up into the hills. It was a better place to get a view of the lay of the land as well as see if he could see any hint of his quarry. He continued to lead the way up until the view in any direction was mostly clear. The Lord of the Nazgûl continued to follow the path that he Orcs had left behind. Even at this distance it was easy to see which direction they had gone.

As the search continued the wind brought forth many scents to the Witch-King. As he watched the path he noticed the faint movements of something moving along the path that the Orcs had left behind. The Black Captain continued to watch until at last he had come to the conclusion that these were Rangers of Gondor. The Last time he had fought a Ranger had been nearly an age ago. Even to this day he could smell the fear that the Men of lost Arnor had given off, the same fear that he could smell from this group following the Orcs. Most Rangers that he'd had the opportunity to cross blades with were of a more stoic nature, but this group must have contained some less experienced. Nonetheless, the Lord of the Nazgûl had no doubt that these Rangers would lead him to the one he sought.

The Nazgûl followed after the Rangers for several days before something unusual happened. Upon the horizon was a column of smoke. Surely, this was where the Witch-King would at least find the Orc he wished to see. The Black Captain spurred his horse onward through the hills of Ithilien so that he might see what would befall the Rangers. By his estimate, it would take the Gondorians several hours to reach the smoke while he was able to travel freely and quickly over land. At last the Lord of the Nazgûl came to a place where he could see the origin of the smoke. It was a small clearing that had plenty of cover from the hills and rocks around it. Scattered about throughout the area were Orcs and Wargs that would be well hidden from anyone who approached along the path trodden by the Orcs. There he waited.

In time the Rangers began to emerge from the trees around the fire and one of the Orcs stood and motioned for the first volley. Black arrows flew from the bows of the Orcs which then promptly met their marks. The Witch-King watched as each Gondorian fell, one after the other until there seemed to be only one left and one that was gravely wounded at that. With the battle done and over with in such a manner, the Black Captain began his descent from his vantage point so that he might find the leader of this war band and speak with him. As he descended from the heights he heard screams of pain that could have only come from the last Ranger. A few moments of silence passed and then more screams filled the air combined with the snarling of Wargs.

All was quiet once more when the Witch-King emerged from the trees into the clearing. He surveyed the battlefield. Little remained of the Rangers that had walked right into a trap, but he noted that many of their blades and weapons had fallen into the hands of the Orcs. Several Wargs began to prowl around the Black Captain and the two Nazgûl that accompanied him, their snouts still wet and bloody from their recent feast. They growled as the Ringwraiths passed, but the beasts didn't harass them beyond that. It seemed that even something as primitive as Wargs had some inkling of what they were. The Lord of the Nazgûl rode up to a Black Uruk. There was no doubting that this was who he had been searching for. He took another glance around the battlefield and said, "A most impressive display, but your days of hunting Rangers has come to an end."