The real outcome of the battle on the peak of Caradhras was pure luck. It was so foggy the Balrog just fell over the edge while Gandalf still was looking for his sword.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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