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They
advanced
now
slowly
,
expecting
at
every
hour
some
answer
to
their
challenge
,
and
they
drew
together
,
since
it
was
but
waste
of
men
to
send
out
scouts
or
small
parties
from
the
main
host
.
At
nightfall
of
the
fifth
day
of
the
march
from
Morgul
Vale
they
made
their
last
camp
,
and
set
fires
about
it
of
such
dead
wood
and
heath
as
they
could
find
.
They
passed
the
hours
of
night
in
wakefulness
and
they
were
aware
of
many
things
half-seen
that
walked
and
prowled
all
about
them
,
and
they
heard
the
howling
of
wolves
.
The
wind
had
died
and
all
the
air
seemed
still
.
They
could
see
little
,
for
though
it
was
cloudless
and
the
waxing
moon
was
four
nights
old
,
there
were
smokes
and
fumes
that
rose
out
of
the
earth
and
the
white
crescent
was
shrouded
in
the
mists
of
Mordor
.
It
grew
cold
.
As
morning
came
the
wind
began
to
stir
again
,
but
now
it
came
from
the
North
,
and
soon
it
freshened
to
a
rising
breeze
.
All
the
night-walkers
were
gone
,
and
the
land
seemed
empty
.
North
amid
their
noisome
pits
lay
the
first
of
the
great
heaps
and
hills
of
slag
and
broken
rock
and
blasted
earth
,
the
vomit
of
the
maggot-folk
of
Mordor
;
but
south
and
now
near
loomed
the
great
rampart
of
Cirith
Gorgor
,
and
the
Black
Gate
amidmost
,
and
the
two
Towers
of
the
Teeth
tall
and
dark
upon
either
side
.
For
in
their
last
march
the
Captains
had
turned
away
from
the
old
road
as
it
bent
east
,
and
avoided
the
peril
of
the
lurking
hills
,
and
so
now
they
were
approaching
the
Morannon
from
the
north-west
,
even
as
Frodo
had
done
.
The
two
vast
iron
doors
of
the
Black
Gate
under
its
frowning
arch
were
fast
closed
.
Upon
the
battlement
nothing
could
be
seen
.
All
was
silent
but
watchful
.
They
were
come
to
the
last
end
of
their
folly
,
and
stood
forlorn
and
chill
in
the
grey
light
of
early
day
before
towers
and
walls
which
their
army
could
not
assault
with
hope
,
not
even
if
it
had
brought
thither
engines
of
great
power
,
and
the
Enemy
had
no
more
force
than
would
suffice
for
the
manning
of
the
gate
and
wall
alone
.
Yet
they
knew
that
all
the
hills
and
rocks
about
the
Morannon
were
filled
with
hidden
foes
,
and
the
shadowy
defile
beyond
was
bored
and
tunnelled
by
teeming
broods
of
evil
things
.
And
as
they
stood
they
saw
all
the
Nazgûl
gathered
together
,
hovering
above
the
Towers
of
the
Teeth
like
vultures
;
and
they
knew
that
they
were
watched
.
But
still
the
Enemy
made
no
sign
.
No
choice
was
left
them
but
to
play
their
part
to
its
end
.
Therefore
Aragorn
now
set
the
host
in
such
array
as
could
best
be
contrived
;
and
they
were
drawn
up
on
two
great
hills
of
blasted
stone
and
earth
that
orcs
had
piled
in
years
of
labour
.
Before
them
towards
Mordor
lay
like
a
moat
a
great
mire
of
reeking
mud
and
foul-smelling
pools
.
When
all
was
ordered
,
the
Captains
rode
forth
towards
the
Black
Gate
with
a
great
guard
of
horsemen
and
the
banner
and
heralds
and
trumpeters
.
There
was
Gandalf
as
chief
herald
,
and
Aragorn
with
the
sons
of
Elrond
,
and
Éomer
of
Rohan
,
and
Imrahil
;
and
Legolas
and
Gimli
and
Peregrin
were
bidden
to
go
also
,
so
that
all
the
enemies
of
Mordor
should
have
a
witness
.
They
came
within
cry
of
the
Morannon
,
and
unfurled
the
banner
,
and
blew
upon
their
trumpets
;
and
the
heralds
stood
out
and
sent
their
voices
up
over
the
battlement
of
Mordor
.
'
Come
forth
!
'
they
cried
.
'
Let
the
Lord
of
the
Black
Land
come
forth
!
Justice
shall
be
done
upon
him
.
For
wrongfully
he
has
made
war
upon
Gondor
and
wrested
its
lands
.
Therefore
the
King
of
Gondor
demands
that
he
should
atone
for
his
evils
,
and
depart
then
for
ever
.
Come
forth
!
'
There
was
a
long
silence
,
and
from
wall
and
gate
no
cry
or
sound
was
heard
in
answer
.
But
Sauron
had
already
laid
his
plans
,
and
he
had
a
mind
first
to
play
these
mice
cruelly
before
he
struck
to
kill
.
So
it
was
that
,
even
as
the
Captains
were
about
to
turn
away
,
the
silence
was
broken
suddenly
.
There
came
a
long
rolling
of
great
drums
like
thunder
in
the
mountains
,
and
then
a
braying
of
horns
that
shook
the
very
stones
and
stunned
men
's
ears
.
And
thereupon
the
middle
door
of
the
Black
Gate
was
thrown
open
with
a
great
clang
,
and
out
of
it
there
came
an
embassy
from
the
Dark
Tower
.
At
its
head
there
rode
a
tall
and
evil
shape
,
mounted
upon
a
black
horse
,
if
horse
it
was
;
for
it
was
huge
and
hideous
,
and
its
face
was
a
frightful
mask
,
more
like
a
skull
than
a
living
head
,
and
in
the
sockets
of
its
eyes
and
in
its
nostrils
there
burned
a
flame
.
The
rider
was
robed
all
in
black
,
and
black
was
his
lofty
helm
;
yet
this
was
no
Ringwraith
but
a
living
man
.
The
Lieutenant
of
the
Tower
of
Barad-dûr
he
was
,
and
his
name
is
remembered
in
no
tale
;
for
he
himself
had
forgotten
it
,
and
he
said
:
'
I
am
the
Mouth
of
Sauron
.
'
