After exceptional human leaders had been utterly consumed by their Rings and become spirits, their melee abilities gained nothing. In fact, losing their original bodies left their formidable martial skills weaker than before.
As Allen fought fiercely with Khamûl, one sentence kept running through his mind: "They have no great power to attack the fearless." Those words had come straight from the true creator of this continent, but Allen felt that the old man might have had a rather vague idea of what "the fearless" meant when he said them.
Within Middle-earth's system of power, being unafraid of the terror exuded by the Ringwraiths generally meant one of two things: extraordinary natural gifts or immense strength.
Aragorn, who had held his own against five Ringwraiths on Weathertop with a torch and a blessed sword, was the very embodiment of extraordinary gifts. The blood of Eärendil made him immune to their aura of terror, while more than sixty years of wandering had given him the skill to find opportunities to set their black robes alight even while all five surrounded him.
Yet at that moment, Allen, who had never had the time or energy to specifically hone his fighting skills, was far more willing to believe another explanation: Frodo had spoken Varda's true name, and under the protection of that mightiest goddess, frightened the five Ringwraiths away.
For even swinging his Enchanted Shield and Rune Longsword with everything he had, Allen could only fight Khamûl, who wielded the Morgul Blade, to a standstill. He could not imagine how Aragorn had managed to turn the tables against five opponents like this.
That evil blade, which could turn those it wounded into wraiths, moved in its master's hand like a serpent's flickering tongue. Allen did not dare test his Ancient Rune Armor against