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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: The Pinnacle of my own might
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Unconquerable spears of steel
were at his nod, no ruth did feel the legions of his marshalled hate, on whom did wolf and raven wait; and black the ravens sat and cried upon their banners black and wide was heard their hideous chanting dread above the reek and trampled dead. With fire and sword his ruin red on all who would not bow the head like lightning fell. The Northern land lay groaning neath his ghastly hand. Alright, someone like has got to rock. Then Morgoth came. For the last time in those great wars he dared to climb from subterranean throne profound, the rumour of his feet a sound of rumbling earthquake underground. Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned he issued forth;his mighty shield a vast unblazoned sable field with shadow like a thundercloud; and o'er the gleaming king it bowed, as huge aloft like mace he hurled that hammer of the underworld, Grond. Clanging to the ground it tumbled down like a thunderbolt, and crumbled the rocks beneath it; smoke up-started, a pit yawned, and a fire darted. Come on, admit it. Morgoth gets the red carpet for being so cool.
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'It just shows you how true it is that one-half the world doesn't knows how the other three-quarters lives.' Bertie, The Code of the Woosters, by P. G. Wodewouse
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