The Witch-King approached Frodo, cornering him against an alcove on the tops of Weathertop. He looked around; his fellow Nazgul stood ready and drawn, looking fiercely at the other hobbits-and the recently arrived Aragorn, who continually tried to fight them off. "Give it to me, Halfling Baggins. I will give gold." The treacherous demon hissed. "It is not yours, and you will not! You are a betrayer of men and a thief!" Frodo cried out, his tiny-compared to the Nazgul-voice suddenly rising up. "I refuse! Go back to the shadow!" Frodo sobbed into his knees.