The Fall of GandalfThe Fall of Gandalf
“Far, far down the balrog fell. While to him bound, I did as well. His whip swung hissing at my throat As with my blade constant I smote. He
“Far, far down the balrog fell. While to him bound, I did as well. His whip swung hissing at my throat As with my blade constant I smote. He
“You cannot pass!” A myriad orcs stood still. A silence fell and no-one spoke until Gandalf next raised his voice. “I serve the flame Of Anor, and the Secret
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