From whence do I come, you ask

Where does anything spring from, let alone a wanderer of shadows. Beyond that, a wanderer who has made her home amongst the shadows now, and tis now a wanderer of light, dweller of shadow, rather than the other way around.

The history of the Lady Nazgul tis garbed in mystery, in shadow, as she herself tis. The only thing that remains tis a scrap of stone, with these words upon it, written by one who knew her long ago....

The Nazgul. Black Riders from Lord of the Rings. More at home in dark than in light. Nine traded the ability to be seen in the light to be complete shadows. Those who know the story know the price they paid for their trade. The price paid for never removing their rings. Death. But, one not mentioned was wiser. Unlike the Lord Nazgul, she refused to wear her ring forever, refused to serve Sauron. She lives, and has returned. She is the Lady Nazgul. She holds the only power-ring left in Middle Earth; all others are destroyed or gone. She rules, and all are beneath her. Beware all who appose her, especially elves and elf friends. Long Live the Lady Nazgul!

Now you know as much as most of the origins of the shadow-Lady. Knowledge can be a dangerous thing....