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"But it was too late. At that moment the rock quivered and trembled beneath them. The great rumbling noise, louder than ever before, rolledin the ground and echoed in the mountains. Then, with saring suddeness, there came a great red flash. Far beyond the eastern mountains it lept into the sky and splashed the lowering clouds with crimson. in that valley os shadow and cold deathly light it seemed unbearably violent and fierce. Peaks od stone and ridges like notched knives sprang out in staring black against the uprushing flame in Gorgoroth. Then came a grea crack of thunder.
And Minas Morgul answered. There was a flare of livid lightnings: forks of blue flame springing up from the tower and from the encircling hills into the sullen clouds. The earth groaned; and out of the city there came a cry. mingled with the harsh high voices as of birds of prey, and the shrill neighing of horses wild with rage of fear, there came a rending screech, shivering, rising swiftyl to a piercing pitch beyond the range of hearing. The hobbits wheeled around towards it and cast themselves down, holding their hands to their ears.
As the terrible cry ended, falling back through a long sickening wail to silence, Frodo slowly raised his head. Across the narrow valley, now almost on a level with his eye, the walls of the evil city stood, and its cavernous gate, shaped like a mouth with gleaming teeth, was gaping wide. And out of the gate an army came."
-The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
-The Two Towers

-"As Beeren looked into her eyes within the shadows of her hair, the trembling starlight of the skies he saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, immortal maiden elven-wise, about him cast her shadowy hair and arms like silver glimmering"
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