The battle has begun.
Rivendell cannot withstand the surge
Despite its deep rooted foundations
the strength within the towers proves almost too much
Barad-dûr and Orthanc both striking at once.
I do not have the power
to fight both the armies of Mordor and Isengard.
I cry for help, it rings on the air.
No-one it seems is coming.
The Dwarves care not for any world but their own.
Swooping down from the sky
it comes for my neck.
the sound of the Nazgûl as it closes in
reverberating through the air, the sound of fear.
He is all three of these
the WitchKing, Barad- dûr and Isengard.
And all three spell my doom.
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